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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[somethingprecious]

[He wishes he could ask what had happened between the two of them for Thranduil to treat him so well (if only so that he could respond back in kind without feeling guilty), but he holds back that line of questioning for another time.

He gives Thranduil a soft smile. It's true he worries about how he can survive this war long enough to be able to return home. He isn't a fighter, but the thought of hiding behind others for protection doesn't sit well with him and he banishes the mere idea of it. He'll do his best to live or die trying.

Suddenly he perks up, reaching for his map.] Oh! I- I don't know if you saw this, but... [He holds out the parchment for Thranduil to see, pointing at an area labeled as "The Great Greenwood".]

It's the only place on this map that looks familiar to me. However I don't know who [or what] lives there. Not yet anyways. [Because he has every intention of finding the library in this lousy palace.]

The Great Greenwood

[keyofelde]

[Oh yes, the forest. Only a few hours ago Souta had been in a different forest with the three Musketeers, trying to save the King of Fandavale. After wandering through the great castle he found himself in, somehow the young boy manages to get himself lost within the woods again.

Not that he minds terribly much. The woodland life is wondrous, and there are so many plants around. He can hear their voices even here. However, he does think he should get back to the castle and find the Musketeers. He is crouched down next to some wildflowers asking for directions when he hears footsteps nearby. Not really thinking about any possible dangers, Souta calls out.]

Hello?

[keyofelde]

I think this is wonderful.

[The young boy sitting there looks over and smiles serenely, seemingly worry free. There is a warmth in his smile, a genuine goodness behind it which might remind Nita of another young boy she knows. However, there is a bit more naivety behind it in this case. He hasn't touched his food yet, but you could get the impression that it was less from concern and more from manners.]

[ofloveandbeauty]

[Leave it to Usagi to hone in on where to get some food, Minako loves that about her best friend.

She doesn't hesitate to head over to the table arm in arm with Usagi, excited. So much good food in one place, more than even the two of them could possibly eat.]

It all looks so good! They really know how to eat here, don't they?

[ofloveandbeauty]

Maybe we'll find out more, but at least they know how to throw a party. [Minako pointed out with a cheerful smile, rocking back and forth on her heels slightly.][She asks curiously, he at least seems nice enough unlike those around them. It would be good to make some friends while she's here and why not start with a cute boy?]

[unclebob]

[Peter's insistence on getting him treated provokes the first genuine smile the machine has made while being here.]

You never give up, do you?

[Maybe the boy has a point. Even if his mechanical parts can't be fixed, he can at least get the blood washed off and some clean bandages put on his face.]

[windowpain]

[ She's not crying alone. Some seriously unmanly sniffling is coming from behind a large rock situated next to the pool. ]

slides in like a homie

[kingship]

[ She isn't talking to herself for long. Nevermind how Sinbad so "conveniently" found her here. Such a pretty princess shouldn't be crying over a bunch of dryads. They're just playing hard to get ... you'll have to keep trying, Kougyoku!!! ]

Ah well. I'm sure they'll come around.

arrival

[dormoused]

[ and this creep is lurking nearby. forgive me for not writing anything deep at the moment I WANTED A PLACEHOLDER.

anyway here is vincent out of apparently nowhere. ]

Well which is it, a Duchess or a Princess?

oh no stop making me like this cr

[sublimity]

[He grins, pleased by the smile that is finally making an appearance, as well as what he takes as acquiesce.]

I see you've learned. Perhaps you will be less difficult in the future.

[It's in jest of course, though he's definitely serious about the infirmary visit.]

[vulpixed]

Allison! ( her voice comes out somewhere between a gasp and a laugh, relieved. she takes a step back-- no need to step on toes more than she already has-- and lets out a breath. )

I can't say I understand why or how, but it looks like it.

[kilimanjaro]

You're sure Smaug didn't off you when you weren't paying attention?

[Hey, it could totally happen. Kili has no idea how dragonfire incineration works, though he imagines it would be very quick.

He glances down at the map and gives a vague sort of shrug.] You don't think it's Aman? Maybe...the elvish part of it.

[somethingprecious]

No, I am very sure he did not incinerate me. [He knows this because Smaug left him alive to watch him burn down Laketown. He swallows thickly.

Bilbo frowns, peering down at the map again.] I would think we'd see more Elves here if that were the case...

[But he sighs, almost defeated by how perplexing this all was and folds the map away to tuck into his coat pocket.] Grumbling over a map won't do us much good, unfortunately. Have you eaten yet?

[kilimanjaro]

[Kili nods thoughtfully. In either case, he's still not convinced this isn't a dream and/or death.

Though he imagined the Halls of Mandos to be a bit different. Less...flowery.

He hesitates a moment before answering.] Aye. [A pause.] But I could fit more, if you haven't eaten.

Nevar! :P

[unclebob]

Don't count on it.

[He may be a machine with limited emotions, but he still knows how to respond to some jokes.]

Before I go to the infirmary, may I ask your name?

[mulletrock]

Usually? Wiring in the wall. Here, I'm not sure. I guess it could be magic.

[That's sarcasm, and Dean makes it pretty obvious that he thinks what they're dealing with and being forced into is bogus. After spending as long as he has trying for some intel on the place and getting no results he's more than just a little bitter.]

[bornomega]

[And suddenly, Hotaru smiles something far more child-like.]

Do you think they have soba noodles, Usagi-san?

[mulletrock]

Nope.

[Somehow he's not surprised at her assessment, just surprised that he didn't notice it first. Usually he's more aware of his surroundings but lately he's been more preoccupied with finding people from home or traces of where he's been to notice much else. That's the first thing he does when he gets put in a situation like this, find contacts from home. His priority always Sam.]

Wouldn't put it past 'em though. Roofies? Some welcome.

[mulletrock]

[Usually a little contact from a babe like her wouldn't bother Dean, but this time it does. Instead of making it obvious he keeps the rigidity out of his posture by pushing out a leg and using his foot to knock the chair back out for her.]

Be my guest.

[The last thing he's thinking about right now is getting laid. He'd save it for later, maybe after he got back home. Right now he wanted to find out if Sam was here and get to some safe ground. Then pool resources and get more information about the place.]

hdu, i never asked for this!!

[sublimity]

[He laughs, eyes crinkled in amusement.

It is only at the query that the mirth disappears into embarrassed dismay.]

By Jove! I'm terribly sorry for my rudeness. My name is Peter, and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

[He offers his hand to shake.]

[mulletrock]

Probably.

[Maybe a little less masculine, but Dean keeps that to himself. Sam's fashion sense is the least of his problems right now. There's really no telling what the kid's gotten himself into or how he was handling things without him.]

Thanks for the help. I appreciate it. It's better than going at this alone.

[mulletrock]

Don't waste your time it's a whole lotta nothing.

[No point in beating around the bush, this guy obviously has more experience with things like this if the hardware he's sporting is any indicator.]

[somethingprecious]

[Bilbo likes to be optimistic.]

[He pats his pocket once more to reassure himself, fingers brushing over the space where the Arkenstone lay under fabric.] No, no I'm quite fine now. Nerves have curbed my appetite. [He pauses.]

Well... with that settled you can help me find the library. I'm sure there must be one here and from there surely we can find some answers.

[rapunzelf]

[She smiles when she sees him, dancing up more than walking - nearly all of her movements as as graceful as dance steps, just as nearly all of her words are as sweet as music. Lúthien lived a fairly sheltered life, surrounded by beauty and bringing it with her wherever she went. And she had wandered before, but never to anywhere that looks remotely like here.]

At last, a familiar face. I began to fear I had been lost in a land of only strangers.

[She hesitates, then.]

Or perhaps that might have been preferred.

[mulletrock]

[Near is a good thing because if Dean were close enough to see the smug look on the guy's face he probably wouldn't be so humble about the whole experience. Sure, they were all in the same situation but with experience on his side the vibes he's sending off aren't discomfort and confusion so much as irritation and the need for some confrontation. Pretty damn quick.]

What gave it away?

[That was rhetorical. Dean's just got no patience for anything but sarcasm and his flask right now. It's the only thing he's convinced these chuckle heads haven't messed with.

So much for the internet. It wasn't giving him any results, and nothing useful was coming outta any of the search engines. The fairies or whatever they were had things pretty under lock and key and he didn't know how to bypass any of it. Not even the usual tactics were helping.]

If you ask me, you seem a little too relaxed.