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!

Comments

[ready_to_bloom]

From what was said to me, that is what it sounds like. We will probably have to fight. Again. And yes, it's not the same kind of magic as in Narnia.

[counterbalanced]

[As usual, the tickle of Aslan's breath gives him strength, and Edmund takes courage from it anew. He rises, eyes brighter than they were previously.]

I would gladly walk with you. [He has a few questions, all dancing at the tip of his tongue, but he manages to keep them in for the moment.] Have you just arrived?

[somethingprecious]

[A gesture that eases the tension from his shoulders just a bit more.]

Oh, yes they were quite civil towards me as well... [He trails off, lost in a particularly worrisome thought if his current expression is anything to go by.

Hearing the subtle click of Thranduil's locket opening brings him back, a curious sparkle in his eye now aimed at the contraption.]

Does it work? Can you really... communicate through it like they said?

[ready_to_bloom]

Are they all here? That's... well. I think it will be good to have friends and allies here. And I saw the four of you walking through the door.

[lightcatcher]

The difference lies not in size alone.

[He's torn regarding what to think of this being, but there is an inclination to treat it with neutrality at least, it not standing between him and anything (except for understanding this device, and he thinks he has made significant progress there) or posing a danger.]

[mulletrock]

[Used to having to play pretty close attention to his surroundings, Dean sees the guy walk in. Part of his focus on what he's doing and the rest watching the weirdo outta his peripheral. He doesn't look like anyone he's ever seen before. A little too pristine, and the sword there's not comforting.

He also looks really out of his element. Sure, he's suspicious but he's not gonna come right out and make it obvious. Instead he goes for the next best thing. A little friendliness can go a long way, especially when you're look for answers.]

You look pretty lost, pal.

[mulletrock]

[After a few hours spent researching and getting nothing, Dean wasn't on his A game. He was frustrated, and itching for the release of something that he wouldn't try here. Not until he learned more. Not sex, since that probably wouldn't fly, but a good meal and some strong liquor.

He's in the middle of daydreaming about being home and at a local joint in some town they were working a gig in when he realizes there's someone looming over him. His eyes raise, away from the surface of the table and away from the screen. To a chick, if she could even be called that. Something about her demanded respect, even though he couldn't place it, and she looked like she'd walk right out of a magazine.

About to reply with something a little rude, his eyebrows lift when she starts talking and he realizes he might not be the only one uncomfortable and on edge.]

Sorry. I don't consider hostage situations calm. Guess you must've had your fair share.

[The last thing he means is to insult her but he's in a bad mood. Dean's been at this for a pretty long time and hasn't had any results. That, and an empty stomach weren't exactly a good mix. Not for him.]

[lightcatcher]

[It's hard to make heads and tails of this person. He might be a native, or from any world; Fëanor has never seen the likes of him. So there is no specific attitude in the elf's reaction to the hobbit as he looks down at him, not with respect but with the slightly condescending and easily swayed neutrality that he has adapted as an approach to those in this place that he cannot place.]

Yes?

[lightcatcher]

It seems to change some outer details, yet not touch one's core.

[counterbalanced]

Of course. [Even after their coronation, the siblings had learnt to make it through on their own. This will be no different.]

We mustn't wait around. He would not want us to either. [Edmund gives a quick scan of the feast area.] Where shall we look first?

[pterosaur]

[She turns her long head to look at him out of her other eye.]

:Yeah, yeah, eye and face sizes, neoteny. Still an important signifier.:

[mulletrock]

[So, this kid might look like something out of a bad fantasy show but it was something and he seemed to have a good head on his shoulders because he wasn't digging in either.

Dean's not intimidated by the sword, he knows how to talk his way out of bad situations and as far as this one went the guy was just as lost as him. They had no reason to fight each other.]

I think I'd remember if I saw somebody else wearing that get up.

[counterbalanced]

Then you were here after that. [That confirms Edmund's suspicions. He lets go of his door theory with a sigh.]

If they were able to reach you without the door, their magic must be powerful.

[firith]

I am not.

[ Technically, anyway. If he's sidestepping admitting he doesn't know what he's doing when he moves onto a kettle (!! this is more familiar, oh) then Dean wouldn't be wrong in needling him on that, too. Thranduil doesn't look over, knowing where the speaker is sitting and dually interested in watching the new object boil water without a flame, eyeing the electric cord and plug (which look an awful lot like a strange rope and hook combination). ]

How are these powered?

[ He isn't above asking for answers, however. ]

[firith]

[ Instead of telling him how it works, he shows him and speaks to the locket, still enamoured of the ingenuity of the bauble after accepting it usage on a daily basis. ]

Bilbo Baggins; show me his face. [ A nod is given to the hobbit as Bilbo's locket chimes. ] Open yours. They have scrying properties, inasmuch as I can tell. A wizard might know more, but I think it is safe to assume that much through common sense.

[alittlemorewit]

I do not understand, sir. What is a 'robot'?

dat name snag tho - 1

[floreatlibertas]

[ he doesn't need to be asked twice, and truth be told, James is privately pleased to see someone else apparently having a good time and not sulking and lamenting their position. if they hadn't wanted to come, they should have paid better attention when the fae tricked them into their arrival.

to him, this is just another grand adventure.

though but a boy, Jas is tall, near the same height as she though his youth is in his bright blue eyes and in the narrow of his face. regardless, he takes her hand, slotting his palm beneath her own and bowing over it with the sort of graciousness one would expect from a play, not reality. the glossy black of his curls swing against his shoulder as he does so. ]

I would love nothing but. [ and though she had extended the invitation he sweeps her out grandly into an empty space. ]

[unclebob]

A cybernetic organism. [He pauses. Maybe he should break it down to basics.] I am a machine. Living tissue over a metal skeleton.

[confessing]

{ she has her own skepticism, of course, her doubts about the safety of this entire venture. the whispers of war and strife are enough to put her on her highest guard, ready to confess a person at any given moment, if she needs to. she would rather avoid it, if she can, because it seems to her that everyone - not unlike this man here - in this place is in the same situation as her. all abducted from their homes for varying reasons, all chosen for varying reasons. it is finding these reasons that will take the most time. kahlan, luckily, seems to suddenly have a great deal of it. she detects his discomfort and simply meets his comment with a warm, reassuring smile. she seems to exude a blanket of calm, in fact. }

Hostage situation, it may be... But your fellow hostages certainly won't take to you easily if you appear so aggressive... And wouldn't it be better to make allies when presented with the option?

[marksqueen]

[she bites her lip. The more they speak of this, the less she likes it]

All the more reason for us to be careful until we learn what's really going on.

[marksqueen]

Let's get away from this crowd. [she slips her hand through his arm] Come on, Ed. We could both use the fresh air.

[francia]

[France turns his head halfway towards the inquiring voice. He keeps the other half of his attention on one of the displays of entertainment, his demeanour straight-backed and on high alert. To Peter, he likely appears as a fair-haired young teen not yet able to grow a beard, adorned in chainmail that's seen better days, a sword sheathed at his side half as long as his own body, and only the most crucial elements of plate armour. He smiles, although it doesn't reach the eye that Peter can clearly see.]

I've see many people like you and me.

[His gaze slides to Peter's sword and then very slowly back up, taking stock and cataloguing. It would seem almost indecent if not for the tauntness of France's own mien.]

You'll have to be more specific.

[scission]

[The gesture doesn't go unnoticed, and though Deucalion doesn't typically need that kind of guidance, he takes it when it's offered. It keeps people close, more potential of control in the action than might be expected, his hand finding the crook of Jas' elbow, fingers curving around his upper arm. It's as good an acceptance of the invitation as any words would be.]

That's an unusual abbreviation.

[Old-fashioned, though it might be hypocritical for him to make out that he didn't appreciate that a little, considering his own name - though the touch of vanity and pretension in it if self-chosen doesn't escape him. Still, he offers in return,]

Deucalion. [He doesn't say what his 'friends' call him.]

[mulletrock]

I dunno, Einstein. Electricity? Plug goes in the wall, out comes action.

[And coffee. Which is pretty amazing too. Not that he trusts it. Eventually he's gonna give it a chance but today's not that day. Tomorrow might not be either.]

And we're all lost right now, but nice try.

[mulletrock]

[So she has a point. Sure, he's on edge, but he can't do this alone. He's never been good at flying solo. Didn't like working without dad and now he can't work without Sam. Dean scrubs a hand over his face. The tightness of his jaw relaxes, and he wets his bottom lip with his tongue go over what he should say before opening his mouth. Dean doesn't have it in him to be long winded so he keeps it short.]

Sorry. It's been a long day.