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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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[ living with Mr. D as a director of Camp Half Blood certainly taught him not to underestimate anyone. he's seen the madness that stems from that guy's domain, both on the Greek and Roman side. it's weird, though, to long for one side of the guy more than the other. Bacchus is seriously something else, but he's getting caught up in his head again.

Percy zones in on actual cuties and tries not to act like blushing is a big deal. it's not. ] Not really. I mean, no offense or anything, I'm sure you're great at it. [ Percy, no. ] But it's a long story.

If you want the Cliff Notes version, I'm worried about my friends. It's hard to enjoy everything going on here when I can't stop thinking that they're in danger. [ why is he venting? when have the gods ever shown that they care about anyone's issues more than their own? there'd been a time where he foolishly hoped they could change but now, now he's not so certain he'd been right about them. maybe Hermes was the smart one. he can venture a guess on which one she is. pink, flowers, golden light. but bad stuff comes from guessing the wrong name for a goddess. ] Aren't you worried?

[ if they can hold a goddess, no, he doesn't want to think about how unlikely his odds of getting out are if she can't. ]

[ ... he should have foreseen or expected it would not be quite so easy to get Thranduil off a track on which he set himself. Attempts subtle could easily be too subtle, without the force necessary to break through the train of thought, attempts bolder ran the risk of being too easy to see through. It was a nearly impossible balance to find.

And right now it seemed that said track was teasing his son about the events going on in the court. Legolas' eyes linger on Thranduil's back for a moment, before looking back to his new steed, giving it his attention as a means of distraction. ]

Do you indulge those questions, father? [ The curiosity gets the better of him, it's only natural to wonder just what does his father respond with when faced with questions such as that. ] What do you say to them?

[ He's grateful though, and glad that there is no need to worry about suddenly finding himself with a candidate for a mate... thank you, daddy! ]

Ahw, honey. I'm so sorry your friends aren't around. Maybe they'll turn up, though. [ Patting him on the arm with genuine regret. Sucks to be sundered from your loved ones, which she knows only too well. ] They're good people though, right? So they'll probably wind up here like the rest of the Perky Brigade.

[ She pulls a face and shrugs, pushing down her fears over where the heck Ares is and why she hasn't gone insane without him around. That's way too heavy a deal to put on a kid's shoulders, let alone a stranger's. So, her expression wilts for a moment, hiking back up into an enthused smile as she shakes her head determinedly, golden ringlets shivering. ]

Nah, I'm cool. You can call me Ditey, by the way. What's your name?

[ Actual laughter rises to the canopy as he slides an arm around Legolas's shoulders, mindful of the quiver and bow. ]

I say my son can speak for himself and has a mind of his own.

[ there are times when her emotions override everything else and force her hand, but for the most part, she can respect someone that remains unruffled by their environment because it reminds her of herself. in part because she's clamped down on a secret for so long and vowed to protect her brothers from it that she can't tell the difference and the other part being how much she isn't a vulnerable, delicate little girl like she once thought Clary might be. she can play this game; she's good at it. Isabelle knows most of the steps and what she can't remember, she can learn again.

the dance steps of the crowd are varied. nothing too complex, however obviously fluid the locals made it. frankly, she's surprised she can hear the music at all since mundanes will happily dance themselves to death to the music of the Fair Folk. she's sufficiently marked against it, she has to hope. ] If we weren't each hand-picked for our ability to gracefully land on our feet and keep going, I'd be a little disappointed.

[ she places one hand on his shoulder and takes his hand in her own again. it takes some self-restraint not to lead the dance herself. the only reason she withholds is because of his words. this one's not without his charm, even if he's visibly missing everything else that she aims for in men. ] The pleasure's all mine, Legolas. If I sat there for one more minute listening to them drone on, I'd have let them bore me to death.

[ On one hand: it is better this way, on the other hand: it means Legolas will have to field those questions himself upon his return. He sighs softly, though Thranduil's laugher is more than enough to make up for his slight exasperation now. A pleasant sound that always had a soothing effect on his heart and nerves and there were times when it was not a common occurrence, so now Legolas cherishes every moment.

The arm around him is warm and Legolas can't quite stop the curl of his lip in response. ]

Thank you for the warning of what awaits me shall I return to the castle.

[ But he does not sound too put upon, only in so much that... those are attentions he can't return and disappointment is bound to follow. ]

I will be sure to put away some time for this purpose...

[As a girl possessing a Quetzalcoatlus, Janine is a curious creature, stork and bat and giraffe all at once, covered in shaggy almost-fur. Her shoulder is around six feet up - generally, if she's in a room, the room seems smaller.

She has found the feast and is eating. Dramatically, of course, her body does not allow otherwise. Meats and the odd bit of fruit get delicately picked up in the tip of her beak, which is then tossed back so that the food goes down her long throat. You weren't after that roast pig, were you?

Alternately, she's lying on her stomach somewhere out of the way, head up, watching the goings on with large, wary red eyes.]

I'm not even sure here is the best for any of us. [ but he's got the drive to be much more optimistic than this. it's the settling in jitters, maybe. or the fact that he can't physically solve his problems. he can hear Annabeth's voice in his head chiding him already for only considering venturing outside of the city to get his hands on something. fighting, at least, is his normal. if he takes down some monsters, he'll feel like he's getting somewhere. ] But you're probably right. If they turn up anywhere, it'll be here.

[ he doesn't buy it, but he has a lot on his plate to deal with before he starts prying at full caliber. like how Ditey really does sound like Aphrodite. ] I'm Percy. I'd shake your hand, but [ Percy, stop ] I was told once that I'm not allowed to get any of that love magic.

[Quite a large pterosaur observes and, after a minute or so, takes pity and ambles closer to stand over them.

Croaks and caws emerge from her long throat, but with telepathy the words are clear enough.]

Hey.

No means no, lady.

[ Peter is beside himself with new friends, but it's the oddities that draw his attention regardless of any danger posed. Those in the Seelie castle are honourable, as he understands it, and once he espies a huge bird-lizard thing eating alone it's all he can do not to fly straight over. So he does, perching on the edge of a nearby table at a crouch, peering up unabashed, a boy dressed in leaves swatting away the shimmering, live light-baubles that clamour for his attention. ]

Hello, there. Have you got enough to eat? [ A genuine question, thinking such a fearsome beast ought to be fed properly. Tinkling sounds in his ear and he snorts. ] The fairies say they are worried you will snap them up.

[ Dyson's seen Some Things in his time, which probably explains why the only reaction her display gets from him is an amused shake of his head. she reminds him of someone dear to his heart and he can't help involving himself. once upon a time, he would have been that guy laid out on top of his friends. hell, it could have been him now. he used to try and keep his nose where it didn't belong, but now he has a ridiculous need to comment or look deeper. ]

Animals, aren't we? [ she can assume he means men, but he's also having a laugh at himself. he's a Wolf Fae. he knows exactly how easy it is to get riled up over a beautiful woman. ] I doubt he learned his lesson.

[ Her laughter is loud and charmed, and she gives his hair an invasive ruffle. What is personal space, even. ]

You won't get a whiff of my power unless you want it, cutie, and you certainly aren't going to catch anything from touching me, geez. Way to make a girl feel welcome! Tone down the rumour-mill.

[ So rude, Percy, gosh!! ]

Who told you not to hang with me?

[Janine keeps one eye on him as he lands, but doesn't say anything until he does. This body isn't made for speaking in English. It croaks and caws softly. Still, her old human voice is projected mind-to-mind. She's no older than fourteen.]

:I'll eat bugs, but those glow too much for me.: [Probably she shouldn't joke about that. Janine gestures with her head and neck in something vaguely like a shrug. :Besides. I won't eat anything that talks or feels strong emotion.:

[ he may well be the only Stark to speak of in Caer Glaem but he's hardly the only wolf in the castle. Dyson's not the social type. he doesn't embrace or coddle others, except Kenzi. but she's different, isn't she? headstrong yet fragile in her mortality. he's only idly thinking of her now as he wanders the halls. if he's going to make a home for himself here, it won't do not to know those he's supposed to call brethren.

it isn't long before he notices someone as determined to roam as he is. are they kindred spirits? too soon to tell. but a conversation can do more help than harm, if rightly worded. ] One hell of a welcoming party, don't you think?

[ but there are reasons men wander from the fire to traverse the shadows. ]

Basically, yeah.

[ No arguments from her on that score, though she's much happier to talk to someone who doesn't take her attire as an invitation and beams across the table at the chatty stranger. ]

Well, if he wants Round Two I'll put him on the roof until sunrise, see how he likes that. Hi, by the way! [ Said stranger gets a smile as she settles in to eat. ] Can you pass the wine, handsome?

[Although Roxas still has his eyes covered, he's almost tempted to peek between his fingers and the sudden...dinosaur sounds? Well, at least he's had his fair share of interactions between people of other worlds, but a sudden dinosaur coming at them is enough to scare the spirit back into her tree. Yes, sweet freedom. And he's also relieved to know that the Dryad didn't try to use spit to smooth down his hair.]

Uhhhh...thanks. ['I guess?' It is still a bit embarrassing that he couldn't fend of the fawning spirit on his own.

And the fact that he has to look way up to get a good look at his savior doesn't help matters.]

Are you from around here? [Yup, talking to a telepathic dinosaur is actually somewhat normal for Roxas.]

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[ Elsa takes great care to notice her gloves are tidies at all times; now, she pulls on them needlessly. she simply needs something to do to calm down. she takes deep, measured breaths (getting upset would only make it worse) and looks around herself. she took in only some of what she was told and even that bit worried her.

she approaches the Station, looking around herself, and takes a seat. she doesn't look quite like a queen, more a worried girl who is anxious of all the new faces around her. When she is offered a cup of coffee, she doesn't take it, she looks down at it with a little frown.

not sure if want. ]

[Approaching the laden table with barely a sound - her body is meant to stalk wary animals from rat to fox size, and get close enough for her beak to snap them up - Janine stops a few feet behind him and reaches, well above his shoulder, to snag a roast bird from its platter with the tip of her beak. One red eye blinks.]

:'Scuse me.:

[Her 'voice' is soundless. Really, Janine is or was a fourteen-year-old girl. She withdraws with her prize rather than eating it over the table.]

[ Startled by the voice in his head, a grin slices into place. Peter continues to talk normally, enjoying the way he understands her though the creature's mouth doesn't really form words and thinking himself awfully clever for it. ]

I'll tell them later. Fairies are bothersome things and they might crawl all over you if they start being unafraid of you while you're eating. They would steal your meal.

[ His head cocks, bird-like. ]

I'm Peter. Who and what are you? You look magnificent.

It's Sora. Can you tell him that--

[Roxas' face falls before he can finish because there's a few thoughts creeping up to bother him. For one, Roxas and Sora trying to find each other? That's pretty laughable. And if Sora did find him, what would happen? Would he disappear again? He may have resigned himself to his fate, but...]

Actually, can you tell him to use the locket to call Roxas? He gets lost pretty easily on his own, so it'd be easier that way.

[She senses his embarrassment by feeling it herself, and shuffles from one winged foreleg to the other.]

:Right, well. Some people are rude.:

[Janine may be in the body of an immense winged reptile, but prior to certain events she was human, and about fourteen. Her 'voice' is similar to what it was.]

:Nah, nah. We had more bugs where I'm from.:

[ he's surrounded by women on a daily basis. he doesn't remember what personal space is supposed to feel like. if he leans out of the touch, it's more for display than actually being bothered by it. he's an easygoing guy when he isn't dreading the end of the world. ] Me? You're calling me the grapevine?

[ he huffs. she's not scary like Piper's mom at all. ]

My girlfriend. [ they were kids then. ] Not that we were dating at the time. I would've sworn she hated me. [ Ditey doesn't want to hear about his memories though. ] We were trying to get something back for your boyfriend because we needed his help and I found your scarf, so yeah, touching that was off limits.

You must be joking.

[ stars are considered to be patient and old and wise. this star, however, proves to be quite the exception. ill-tempered and annoyed; though people one cannot fault her, being dressed in a bath-robe and being soaked from head to toe as she is. it seems as if she had an extremely bad fall followed by a very bad day. she looks out of the ordinary, if one pays attention; long silver hair and bright blue eyes and a large ruby stone on a heavy necklace.

she walks around, barefoot and grumpy and mutters to herself. ]

this is a bloody joke, they can't be serious - Tristan!

[ she looks around her. ]

bloody oaf, think of home, he says! where did he send me to?

[Janine eyes them, blinking with her milky horizontal eyelids.]

:They should be careful anyway. Accidents happen.:

[She punctuates that by snapping her beak closed. It doesn't make for that loud of a sound by itself, but she projects a very reptilian snap! as she does this.]

:Janine. Flattery, huh? I'm a Quetzalcoatlus. Last and most perfect of the pterosaurs.:

[ Jack goes where he wants, for the most part, and that includes visiting the Station with no small degree of homesickness for the modern-day world (or 'Otherwurld', whatever the fairies call it; he tries not to chat to them too much, they're cheerful but mostly exasperating where information is concerned). Staff slung over a shoulder, he walks into the lounge with a cold breeze at his back and frost shimmering on his usual clothing, a few snowflakes fluttering in his wake — someone just flew all the way here from Caer Glaem, which means it might get a little chilly as the wind dogs his heels indoors out of habit for a while.

Offered a cold drink, he blows on it to really chill the fruit juice and picks out a newly formed ice-cube as he slouches, crunching away. Idly glancing around, he catches sight of a blonde woman nearby (quiet, understated and a little sad, apparently), giving her a small smile of welcome even though she's been there longer. ]

Hi. Are you okay or just zoning out?

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