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

[marksqueen]

I don't know. Then again, it was difficult to believe everything we were told the first time we entered Narnia, too. All we can do is press forward and see what happens.

[sublimity]

[His respect for him increases, for it isn't often someone is willing to listen after they have formed their own opinions, especially on a subject like this one.]

I'm glad.

[It's terrible to think someone has only seen the ugly side of humanity, so he truly is happy to know the Terminator isn't one of them.

His smile turns cheeky in response (he might be a little abashed by the thanks).]

You can thank me by going to the infirmary.

[somethingprecious]

[He jumps at the innocent sound (and feeling quite silly for it immediately right after) and opens the locket to see that there was indeed a notification from the Elf King himself.

His fascination by the magical brilliance of such an object is dampened by a heavy dread settling in his chest.]

So logically if someone is not here then it will show nothing... It's no wonder I thought it broken or myself mad for daring to believe in such magic. [His tone is lighter, trying to find something about this situation humorous. He smiles weakly and shakes his head before straightening up again.]

May I ask you a question?

[somethingprecious]

[... Oh that isn't very comforting. Not at all. Bother it all.

Bilbo reaches to take up the map from the bench and holds it out for Radagast to see.] I certainly wish I knew. I have never seen a map like this before, it is completely new to me- and that is saying something! [He coughs once, wrinkling his nose.]

You are the first... familiar face I have come across here.

[aiwendil]

[The wizard takes the map, turning it over before peering close as if pressing his face against would help divine something. But after a moment he looks back at Bilbo, wondering why the hobbit seems so tense.]

I don't trust that fairy food either. Come, I have something you can eat, these are safe! [Radagast said with a toothy grin as he handed the map back to Bilbo before rummaging in his robe and producing a few squished mushrooms.] Try one, they're really quite good!

[beleg]

I am afraid I have only recently arrived myself and therefore know not much more than you. Perhaps they are only hiding.

[While Radagast was looking at Beleg, Beleg was studying the Istari right back and not bothering to hide that fact]

[aiwendil]

[Radagast is aware he's being studied but he doesn't seem to mind.]

Well, lets find a way out of here then. I don't like this place, not one bit! [Granted, he doesn't like being inside at all but any place with such sterile air and little vegetation doesn't sit well with him.]

Kougyoku Ren | Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic

[redsea]

3. wildcard - pool of souls

[ A merry bunch, the naiads seemed. The dryads, too. Their beauty made them easy on the eyes but difficult to approach, but surely the women playing in the waters wouldn't mind a new friend, right? Kougyoku told herself that if she could not befriend a human, she might as well give these otherworldly creatures a shot. You could almost call her desperate.

Well, given how she can't even talk to anyone period, she already is.

Kougyoku lifts the skirt of her robes and quickly makes her way to the ladies to catch their attention. She looks so hopeful. ]

H... Hello! Do you mind if I— [ By the time Kougyoku reaches the edge of the pool, all the naiads and dryads vanish, startled by her sudden appearance. Her smile, once bright as the sunlight reflected on the water, falters quickly. ]

Oh. Oh... [ Oh no. Her lip quivers, and here come the tears. ] All I wanted was somebody to talk to...

[firith]

[ The novelty of the object won't rub off any time soon, yet he closes it in his lap as Bilbo asks something of him. ]

Certainly, my friend.

cress | the lunar chronicles

[netscreens]

ARRIVAL:

[ to say that cress looked and felt a little out of place was a wild understatement. she already looked ridiculous enough — tiny and petite, with wild blonde hair that had been haphazardly cut, in a dirt and sand streaked dress that fits just a little too small.

and barefoot.

standing there, in the middle of a lavish banquet. though "middle" is an exaggeration, as the moment she'd been let in, cress had gravitated towards one of the walls, the ones with the most shadows. she's having a mild freak out, which one might be able to easily deduce if one were close enough to overhear her rambling to herself: ]

I... I am a Duchess. —no, a Princess. A Princess on the night of her debut. I love parties. [ she presses her back against the wall a little harder, harder than necessary, and has to stifle the urge to hyperventilate as she glances around at all the people. ] I love dancing. [ breathe in, breathe out. she willed her imagination to take her away again, someplace safe. someplace comforting. the more she gave into it, the more she began to sound confident in her words. ] Tonight, I am going to have the time of my life.

THE STATION:

[ at the station, one might find cress taking refuge in the web cafe. she'd commandeered the computer at the farthest corner, away from everyone, back and monitor the wall. if she'd intended to look conspicuous, she was succeeding with flying colors, the way she kept glancing over the monitor every now and then, and even over her shoulder, as if she fully expected to be caught and taken away any time soon. ]

Oh come on—

[ she lets out a low, half-frustrated, half-desperate whine before hastily clicking away at her mouse. one small hand comes up to smack the side of the monitor a little, though a part of her hates herself for resorting to such base tactics...

it's ridiculous though.

how in the world is she supposed to hack into any servers with technology this old? there's actual monitors and everything...! ]

[walkingarsenal]

[Shards of a sacred gemstone, unfamiliar realms, names that Fili has never heard... He may be slightly more overwhelmed than he's willing to let on; there is a town left in a bind in the world where he should be, there is a dragon roused from his slumber. There is his brother.

Here there is a war between strangers -- no shortage of food and drink, though, he notes as he wanders these halls. If he couldn't smell roasts and all sorts of dishes (and those smells are tempting, absent from the Company's travels for some time), he might think that he must have fallen asleep after the night they've had. The sea of faces he sees blurs together.

Then one face comes into focus, and he strides straight towards it, past all others until he and the impressive spread on the table can compete for Kili's attention.]

Kili!

[He calls out to him from the other side of a fruit bowl and passes a platter of sliced meat before he reaches Kili. His brother looks... himself. Completely well, even though he'd still had to rest on this same day, recovering from his wound.]

[kilimanjaro]

[Kili glances up at the sound of his name, eyes immediately finding his brother and brightening all the more. Well, at least if this is a dream, it's a good one. But then again, Fili has usually played some kind of role in his dreams.]

Fili! You have got to try some of this pork. At least, I think it's pork. Tastes like pork.

[He grins and holds his loaded fork out to his brother.]

it's so strange playing them not knowing each other again

[kilimanjaro]

[Kili glances up from his meal, giving the stranger a small smile.]

It's been ages since I've had a proper meal. There's no shortage of it, you know. Food and drink, I mean.

[beleg]

[Being stared down at was nothing new to Beleg; Elu Thingol was taller than him.

His voice was coolly neutral as he answered Feanor. He had a good idea of who this haughty Noldor in front of him was. Angrod's tale of what had befallen the houses of Finarfin and Fingolfin had spread through the court of Menegroth and the House of Feanor had played no small part of those tales.]

I am as much of a native of these lands as you. As for this place, I hear from those who dwell here that this 'Staion' appeared here about a hundred years ago as it is. And those foreigners who found this place familiar they have made it their home. [Beelg could understand that. If he found a forest in this new world that reminded him of Doriath he would have made that place his home as well.]

[beleg]

[If Janine had poked him he would have responded with drawing his sword and possibly doing damage with it.]

I am well versed to living in the wild in weather of all kinds. As for why this place...it is a neutral place, away from the manoeuvring of the courts. And what of you?

[pterosaur]

[Her friend Loki would have done it. Or worse. Janine's got a little more impulse control than that, though.]

:I don't like doing things just on someone's say-so, when I don't know what I'm getting into.: [Less flatly-] :And, I know a bit about human tech.:

[restandbegrateful]

Fenris stared at Will for a hard moment, lips thin, a muscle in his narrow jaw working.

"It's... when you go to the Fade, it... often involves a sort of spelled sleep. If it's cleverly done, you never even know. You might spend years in the company of demons, wearing the faces of those familiar to you simply so they can leech your warmth." He hesitated there, watching the gala from the corners of his eyes. Mistrustful. But he scanned the crowd too quickly, and it wasn't difficult to tell that he was looking, desperate for some spare edge of familiarity.

He looked down at his hand, and the empty glass in it. "... I think I'll... go outside."

[ready_to_bloom]

It's too bad you weren't sent here with your bow.

[He touches his sword, in its familiar place on his side.]

Well, never fear. I know you'll do what you can. And we'll find you a bow soon enough, I suspect, what with this talk of battle.

[heroyic]

Who knows, maybe I'll grow up to be just like you. Might even inherit the legs.

( He doesn't like it — the scrutiny, the curiously inhuman watchfulness. His fingers beat out a nervous rhythm against the table thought. His index finger slides into a puddle of his spilled drink, and he flinches back into the cradle of his chair.

But he smiles, a curl of a mouth long accustomed to adopting smile after smile after meaningless smile. It's more than he's offered, as it stands. )

Roy. Roy's just fine. You are?

[brainiest]

[ Oh? Perking up, she beams - it's very easy to get Hermione interested in things, especially if you say the magic word (literally). ]

Your friend has magic too, then? I mean, I'm not sure what the magic of this place is like, exactly, I haven't been able to read much about it at all, but -- do you mind telling me a little more?

[brainiest]

So nothing too buttery, then. [ Hermione nods, looking over at the table. ] Maybe one of those cakes and, then, a few more apples.

[brainiest]

Thank you. [ She looks over at her wand before she glances back at Thranduil almost shyly. ] Would you like to see how it works? It won't do any harm, I promise.

[pterosaur]

[Janine nods, getting her great head to sink and rise quickly while keeping it level. That's a gesture that took a while to perfect.]

:And no meat, even if it's a calzone kind of deal and covered with bread. They tend to leak. Not that I think these people have any idea of pizza.:

[upastige]

Camelot, in Albion. [ He pauses, looking a little confused. ] Where are you from?

[upastige]

Oh, yes. I'm not entirely sure what I'm supposed to do here, but they said they needed help, so...

[ all things magical are far too familiar to him, sadly. ]