TEST DRIVE MEME

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

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[lightcatcher]

[More startling than her appearance is the casual way in which she invades his head, and it prolongs the pause that her looks and actions already gave him, though it doesn't last much longer. His hand drops on his sword, not yet drawing it but poised to do so.]

What is the meaning of this?

[His eyes don't go to the patterns as he speaks, resting instead on her.]

[marksqueen]

[oh no. Susan freezes, recognizing that face from anywhere. She bites her lip, wishing her heart didn't start beating so rapidly. She just said goodbye to him with the resolve that they would never meet again, and here he was.

She can't help smiling, despite how awkward she suddenly feels]

Caspian! I... it's a nice surprise to see you here.

[ready_to_bloom]

[For his part, he's extremely pleased to see her again. Especially after having just said goodbye, for what he was told was forever.

And every time he sees it, her smile is prettier than the last.]

It's rather a surprise to be here at all, isn't it? But I'm glad to see you.

<3

[beleg]

[And that reaction, the nonverbal cues coming from the other elf and not the words coming out of Celebrimbor's mouth are what convinces Beleg that Celembrimbor might be sincere about repudiating his family.]

I suppose even Kinslayers have their limits. [Beleg dips his head briefly. While he might prefer his own company most of the time, he had never been insensitive to others.] Your pardon for bringing up unpleasant memories.

[marksqueen]

I... I'm glad to see you, too.

[did she already say that? She probably did. She can't help thinking of those last words: I wish we had more time. And her parting kiss, without giving him a time to respond. Now they have time and she's unsure of herself.

True she's had boys and later men vie for her attention, but none of them really interested her. And now the first one who actually did is here. She doesn't know how to handle this]

Is everything all right in Narnia?

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[beleg]

[Not for nothing Beleg was called the greatest woodsman of the Age. When he wants to disappear in the woods, he disappears. However, there was something about Radagast that he recognized, something akin to Queen Melian, despite the two's widely different appearances.

So he allows his footsteps to be heard and raises both hands, free of weapons, though his bow remains slung over one shoulder and his sword remains sheathed at his side.]

Peace! I mean no harm.

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[beleg]

[Beleg does not like this place; there were too many things here that remind him of Morgoth and his ilk. He remains at the edges of the feast for a little while, watching various merrymakers wander here and there, learning what he could before the lights and the noise wearies him and he goes off to search for a quite and safe (or as safe as this place could be) to think and reset. Beleg has never been a lover of parties.

Eventually he finds an out of the way courtyard with a small fountain in the middle. Beleg settles himself on a bench half hidden in the shadows and looks skywards, hoping to see the stars, unfamiliar as they are.]

[pterosaur]

[...this was probably a mistake, she realizes, but it's not in Janine's nature to dissemble and apologize easily. She doesn't quite toss her head - that would be a dramatic gesture indeed - but she does set it, bracing against the ground, all the better to strike with her beak and then take to the air if it comes to that.]

:Didn't you notice how lifeless this place is? The decorations're as generic as it gets. It needs commentary. Lucky everyone, I'm good for that.:

[...she was a graffiti artist when human.]

[ready_to_bloom]

It was when I left. So hopefully it still is.

[He frowns at that - he hates the idea of leaving Narnia without its king. Still, if he's here, he assumes Aslan must know.]

Have you been well, Susan?

[marksqueen]

Between Reepicheep and Trumpkin, the kingdom is in good hands in your absence.

[she smiles at him, beginning to take a stroll. She's sure he'll follow] I can't say. I haven't even gotten back to England yet. One minute I was leaving Narnia and the next I was here.

[counterbalanced]

[Edmund lets Peter manhandle him without (too much) protest, though he does give his brother a long-suffering look as soon as he's released.]

It isn't often we see you at a loss. I had wondered how long it would take you to find the rest of us.

hello hello!

[counterbalanced]

[With all his siblings here and accounted for, it's only a matter of time before Ed sees another familiar face. Newly crowned king of Narnia, Caspian, at that.]

Caspian! You were brought here as well?

[That neatly debunks the theory Ed had been putting together, though he isn't as upset as he could be. The young once-king gives Caspian a friendly nod.]

The Grand Elusa | Lost Years of Merlin

[greatwhitespider]

[There's a spiderweb in an upper corner of a room, possibly in the station. Weaving it now is a spider no bigger than your thumbnail. She's covered in fine white hairs and glows, ever so softly. So does the web, like rays from a star. The little spider moves with a purposeful speed and energy you don't see from many weaving spiders. She sees that she is watched and descends on a line. Her voice is tiny.]

Do you like my web?

[Alternately: In basically any of the given forests, there is a clearing where fine glowing webs bedeck the trees and the spaces between them. They are elaborately, fantastically woven in many different sizes, the silk in many different thicknesses, made to catch anything from insects to deer. Or perhaps people. You've only got this far unsnagged because there was a kind of path, meticulously clear of webs.

Here in the center is a gargantuan white spider, covered in luminescent hairs, twice as tall as a horse and unhurriedly fetching antlers and bones from where they have been strung up, bringing them to her grinding, distinctly unspiderlike jaws. Her voice is deep and slow.]

Weeeelllcoooome tooo myy laaair. Aaaasssk whaaat yoouu maaay.

[aaaah god I need to canon review before doing anything serious with her. I don't even have any icons yet! The Grand Elusa's your basic immortal magic spider, intelligent and constantly hungry, except she's heroic.]

[upastige]

... No.

[ Not really, not in any way that sounds familiar -- and it doesn't sound magical, either. ]

[upastige]

No, I'm not worried about my friends. I mean, I am, but that wasn't why I was rushing. I just got a little carried away.

[lightcatcher]

[Yeah, that position definitely doesn't put him at ease and he stands, his hand clearly on his sword still though not drawing it yet, more a statement that he could fight, announcement of capability, than open aggression. So far.

He still follows her words though.]

Why then did you decide to start with this encircling me?

[pterosaur]

:Because you were there and didn't even blink when I was walking around. Because I could.:

[Adults, in Janine's experience, do not understand this concept.]

[ready_to_bloom]

[He does, of course, follow, walking through the crowd with her.]

So barely a moment has passed since we've last seen each other then. [Curious, that. He gestures around as they walk.] What do you make of all this?

Hi there!

[ready_to_bloom]

[Caspian hears a familiar voice and turns to see a familiar face.]

Edmund, hello! Yes, I was. When did you arrive?

[marksqueen]

It feels wrong... My siblings and I were magicked to Narnia, but this is something else. It's more forceful and dangerous. I fear a fight might be coming soon.

[sangilak]

[ even though she gracefully leaps off the air scooter to land easily on her feet, there's no way she can miss the way aang leans on his glider. she can't dance around the giant pink platypus-bear in the room. jogging up beside aang, she rests a hand on his shoulder to help him steady himself, laughing under her breath. ]

Who, Tenzin? [ laughing at the question, korra shakes her head. ] I'm pretty sure his head would explode if he relaxed for a moment and had "fun".

[ she waits until she's sure aang won't topple over before finally letting him go. ]

His kids taught me that.

Toby Daye | the Toby Daye books | 2

[dammitmother]

[Of course Toby was going to find the nearest source of coffee, did you expect anything less of her? Coffee will help her figure out how to get the hell out of here and get back home, because this isn't her idea of fun.]

[Approach the cranky lady with pointy ears if you dare.]

[dammitmother]

[There are times when being a magic detector has its uses. And she may not be a cat-shaped bloodhound, but pennyroyal and musk is one of those scents she's very attuned to by now. And so when the scent catches her nose, she immediately starts looking around for the source, be it tom cat or human male.]

[firith]

[ Defeat runs through those veins as surely as blood and he isn't sure he likes seeing his own face, albeit distorted in small ways, staring back at him like that. Nevertheless, Thranduil holds his ground with only a curious tilt to his head, staring without apology. ]

I would hazard a wager that given our respective ages, it is you who appears to resemble me.

[ The wryness is understated sass, no hint of it anywhere but in the curl of his tone, for he otherwise remains impassive. ]

What is your name?

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[aiwendil]

[An elf, Radagast still gives him a wary look nonetheless. Perhaps someone from Middle Earth? He's not certain as he walks up to peer at Beleg with widened eyes.]

Then welcome, friend. [He said with a satisfied nod after a moment.] Perhaps you know what this place is, no life in it at all!