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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France (February 1429) | Axis Powers Hetalia | Option 1

[francia]

[This is not Orléans.]

[This is the primary thought on France's mind. Perhaps he hit his head harder than he thought at the Battle of the Herrings. This landscape and the look of the food and drink is suitably bizarre for his humours being out of balance.]

[He's been moving through the gathering for several hours now. The first circuit was done with purpose, his hand on the hilt of the longsword at his hip. Now, he just seems to be circling the events aimlessly, expression one of barely controlled anxiety. Depending on the angle of the lighting, he either appears ready to attack or to burst into tears.]

[What the Devil is going on?]

[counterbalanced]

[After the third time France passes by him, the same anxious expression on his face, Edmund can't hold himself back any longer.]

Are you looking for someone?

[retund]

[ for her part, tink is relieved to see him, too. he's someone familiar -- and relatively easy enough to understand. ]

[ wow rude tho!! ] No fairy would willingly have anything to do with this. [ she gestures to everything. fairies are twee, not tacky. still, with a nod and small smile: ] Lead the way then. I imagine the crowds are more willing to part for you.

[ tiny tink vs. tall, dark, and shady. she's just sayin' ]

[torc]

[ Guinevere remains silent for a few long moments. True, this isn't her battle, nor is it her home to fight for, but she knows all too well that desperate times mean desperate measures. She wouldn't see the sick, elderly and innocent cut down in the path of war. She wouldn't see children harmed. ]

It is the right of all to live freely, in their own homes.

[ In Britain that means freedom from the forces of Rome - protecting her home with as much iron as need be. Here ... ]

This war may not have been ours when it began, yet here we are. We must stand against it together or turn away and face it alone.

[ She lifts her chin a little. In bringing them together like this - well. They're each other's people now, united in the face of the unknown. ]

I will stand. Any land that is loved deserves protection from those who would scar it.

elen → camelot's honour

[calonnau]

→ 1

[The creatures that brought her here are not the good neighours, that much is obvious from the way they treat her and the explanation they give, though that does not mean she won't treat them with the same suspicion.

When she sees someone reaching for the food that's been laid out, she raises a hand to still them.]

Do not touch the food or drink.

[She won't even feed any meat to the hawk on her gauntleted wrist, though Calonnau's hunger is making her feel lightheaded. The hawk can snap all she wants, the food is not safe.]

→ 3

[Elen searches for two things: Geraint, and freedom. The first eludes her, and she finds herself wishing he was with her; there is as much danger in the Little King's castle as there is here, but at least if he was here, they would be together to face whatever may be to come.

She keeps Calonnau close as she explores, despite the hawk's constant cries of complaint; Elen needs to feel her heart beating close by, even if the hollow in her chest aches more with each moment that passes.

But it is not a matter for now, neither is her lost husband, when it becomes clear he isn't to be found, and she turns her focus to finding a way to return home. There will be no simple door, but she knows how to see unseeable things, and there is more than one road to leave a place. She just has to discover it.]

[sublimity]

[He can breathe easier now, knowing his dear, youngest sister is all right. His intentions to swing her around in a hug are delayed by seeing her pop a sweet into her mouth.

It's just like Lucy, really. He's exasperated and fond all at once, worry furrowing his brow.]

Honestly, Lu! This is fairy food, we can't be certain if it's safe to eat.

[marred]

[ luke stumbles back. his hand comes to instantly cradle his jaw. he looks at clarisse and, well, the look he gives her isn't one of no recognition. he should've expected it — and some part of him had, he'd even welcomed it — that she wouldn't take kindly to him being in her space. but luke doesn't always make the right decisions — and then, sometimes, he does. maybe he chose to approach her in a provoking way just to get the hit. ]

Stellar company. [ he rubs his jaw. he doesn't close the gap, nor does he raise his own hand against her. he's not looking for a fight. if anything, he's just tired. ] I don't need to ask what that was for.

[ the end of the world. questioning the gods. trying to kill jackson and annabeth — although, really, if someone actually bothered to ask him, he'd tell them he had doubts, every single damn time. listening to kronos. being too weak to fight him. winning capture the flag. there's so many reasons, but he knows what had driven her to try and break his face. knows the exact people she's thinking of right now. ]

[francia]

[France jumps. He jumps like a jump robe champion. It's kind of extraordinary, especially with the longsword and partial plate armour.]

Aagghhh!!

[He spins around, hand going to his sword hilt.]

What manner of beast -

[He actually takes a look at Edmund, sword half-drawn. There's a long beat and then:]

Who are you?

[firith]

What does the — [ with a careful pause to put the emphasis on that word where it ought to be, copying Dean ] — 'electricity' stem from? What is the source?

[ For the moment, he puts aside the notion of being lost. He'll come back to it once he's found clarification. ]

[marred]

[ luke not smooth? he must be losing his touch. but, then again, he doesn't have any reason to be a smooth operator — he has no desire to take over the world or teach any gods a lesson or do anything as wild and exciting as that. no, just boring, old, dead luke. ]

[ he frowns, amused. this guy won't trust the food, but he'll trust the drinks? weird. but, then again, maybe this guy knows something he doesn't. ] You'd trust drinks strangers gave you? Over food? [ and as if to make a point, he pops a grape in his mouth. hasn't disintegrated yet! ]

[marred]

Not much of a wine drinker. [ dionysus is probably crying somewhere, distraught that one of his ex-campers doesn't know a damn thing about his trade. ] Not exactly my specialty.

[ no, nicking things and breaking into places and betraying friends is his specialty to a t. he'd think fenris a son of hermes if he knew he'd stolen the wine without so much as raising suspicion within the party. but, then again, isn't all of this for free? ]

[ luke glances around. ] You think they're hiding something? [ the answer is obvious: yes. but if this guy knows something he doesn't, well, hopefully he's about to find out. ]

[decked]

I have. Multiple times, actually.

[he motions to the people around them, his tone somewhat annoyed-]

It's kinda hard when there are more than a hundred people packed into a room, though.

[bornomega]

[At the mention of her best friend, Hotaru tries not to show her sorrow. She shakes her head. No, Usagi was here and now and more important.]

I'm afraid not, Usagi-san. Still, even here I will protect you, and should she come, I will protect her as well.

[paracosmic]

[baby looks somewhat affronted as his question, glancing towards the crowd of people before she looks back to dean, pressing her lips together in thought.]

You haven't had anything to eat or drink yet, right?

[she crosses her arms,]

I've been watching the fairies, they've been dropping things in peoples' drinks if they aren't paying attention.

[unneeded]

Haven't been to it. [There are a few things Archie Kennedy always dislikes, and one is being alone in a room. Least of all when he has had a fit and is at his most vulnerable.]

Re: captain hook | once upon a time

[confessing]

{ and it just so happens that kahlan seems to be the person he picks. lucky her. she turns toward the sudden voice, the sudden presence, and her eyebrows raise slowly. a gentle smile forms on her lips, and she simply shakes her head. }

I should think that would be harder to tell than a simple guess. It all depends on their background, their lives. Where they're from. The trials they've endured.

[sublimity]

[He returns the gaze, automatically cataloguing the armour and sword as well. (It's familiar in the way one remembers seeing something in a book or museum.) He notes how well used they are, and how the other youth's eyes don't quite match the rest of his face.

He smiles openly anyway, finding no reason to do otherwise. The scrutinising isn't unusual, for he's far too used to such things from first arriving in Narnia, and then becoming one of her rulers.]

I thought it wouldn't do to overwhelm people with details, if they haven't seen this type of garb all ready. [Narnian clothing is distinct in itself, he thinks, and so far, he's seen none wear it.] I suppose it isn't very specific for those unfamiliar. My apologies.

[unneeded]

I knew it. You ran off to be a ship's boy, didn't you?

[Which is perfectly plausible. Archie has known a few sailors who were surprise girls.]

[confessing]

{ it takes kahlan a moment to realize that the excited tone is directed at her, and she turns to see him just in time to realize that he is realizing he has the wrong person. still, she smiles at him. he reminds her of zed, in a way. and something about him seems strangely familiar. perhaps it is the magic in the atmosphere. }

Apologies... I think I may not be the person you seek. { her smile is friendly, but apologetic, all at once. } My name is Kahlan Amnell.

[francia]

[France turns a bit more to face Peter, his hands moving in front of himself as if to demonstrate that they're currently empty. He smiles, and it's very pretty expression with still the edge of childish sweetness. Faced with such good manners from a likely peer based on the fine dress and sword, France cannot be so obviously ungallant.]

No offence taken, good sir. I have travelled much in my life and seen much odd and memorable dress. Would your companions also carry shield or sword?

[His eyes flick to the lion's head that is the pommel of Peter's sword and then back to his Peter's face. There's a faint teasing there as if to say that France is not about to be overwhelmed by a spot of detail.]

[firith]

[ His agreement is freely given, finding a peer in their shared outlook. ]

A noble sentiment, one I hope to add my name and efforts to. I have known darkness and shadows that live in the north of my original homeland, greater than perhaps even the might of all the Unseelie united, yet still I hope that resolutions may come without arms being borne on a battlefield.

It is easy to resolve hasty words, yet not spilled blood.

[floreatlibertas]

I took inspiration from King Charles, who signed his name as Chas.

[ he says this a with a lofty touch, and while it sounds as though this isn't the first time he's explained this, it also doesn't sound as though he's tired of doing so. the corner of his mouth up, more a smirk than a true smile ]

It's succinct.

[ and seeing himself worthy of kingship, despite his status as a bastard son, James thinks it fitting. the forget-me-not of his eyes sweep the room, and he leads Deucalion away from the coffee shop for a more promising destination. ]

Deucalion— that's Greek, I believe? Son of Prometheus.

wow what is with that face, deano.

[sublimity]

[Rude Dean, it's a good fantasy show kthx.

Peter isn't sure what to make of the other man's demeanor or his clothing, only that Dean is likely as foreign to this place as he is.]

I see.

[Disappointment flits across his face for a second, only to replaced with a smile.]

Thank you. Are you looking for anyone as well?

[There's no reason for both of them to be disappointed if it can be prevented.]

[firith]

You came willingly then, with the fairies' leave?

[ So many seem to be at odds with their fate here, it's baffling. ]

[confessing]

There's little to apologize for. { kahlan is infinitely understanding. she even reaches forward and places a gentle, reassuring hand on his shoulder. } We are all under some measure of duress. { she then gestures to the seat next to him. } May I?