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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[kilimanjaro]

[Kili groans.]

Of all the places, you want to go to a library?

[Can you be any more boring, Bilbo?]

[somethingprecious]

[He rolls his eyes, frowning.]

Do you have a better idea?

[That probably isn't the best thing to ask Kili of all Dwarves, but...]

1. Lúthien Tinúviel | The Silmarillion

[rapunzelf]

[The castle was lovely, of course, but was no place like home.

Lúthien had followed the fairies because she did not know what they were, and they had invited her close with such sweet words - but one minute she had been there, and the next she had been gone, in a world wholly foreign. The fairies had stayed long enough to explain, more or less, why she was here, and then scattered like beams of light. A war? And a shard that she held? Lúthien didn't know if she should believe them. But stepping again into the ring of mushrooms had done nothing, though she tried several times, so she'd looked to the sky and left to find another route. And found her way here. And it wasn't home.

Lúthien was not often timid, but she had found herself growing more and more unsure of herself as she found that there was less and less that she knew. She had never been away from home before, and this seemed like a terrible place to begin.]

[netscreens]

[ cress' gaze swivels to elizabeth rather suddenly, as if only just realizing the young girl had been so close in the first place. had she really been so caught up that she hadn't even noticed someone approaching her? ]

Oh, I'm — I mean I'm not really—

[ she stops. swallows. then lets out a nervous, sheepish laugh. standing beside someone looking so beautiful and proper only makes cress realize even more out very out of place she is, and she finds herself tugging on the tattered edges of her dress. ]

Just "Cress" is fine. [ she peers at the other girl curiously. ] Are you okay?

im confused am i allowed to reply yet DOES SO ANYWAY

[netscreens]

[ now vincent, cress had definitely seen approaching. she was staring for the better part of it, but only because she hadn't realized she'd been staring till it was way too late. she couldn't help it though! he looked like one of those people straight out of her net dramas, so posh, and poised, and charming. but despite having seen him, it actually takes her a moment to realize he'd been approaching her. ]

Huh? [ she gapes a little. ] Who — me? [ she hesitates, only then remembering her little mumble to herself. ] Oh! Um — a P-Princess. [ ...

she winces a little. ] I'm not really one, I was just — [ trying to keep myself from freaking out ] — pretending.

[aphrodisiacs]

[ alisha shrugs her shoulders. ] We could be dead. [ it's meant to be flippant, some sort of horrid alternative to this shithole, but alisha feels dread curl in her stomach and take hold. it's something she doesn't like to think about — the future. because in the future is a death and alisha knows that it's going to be hers. ]

[ she inhales deeply before sighing. ] What's the point of having a station if you haven't got a train? [ she shakes her head, turning her gaze on him. ] I thought this place would lead to a way out.

[inlifesname]

Well, yeah. [That was kind of a given.] The question is- what do we do about it? I've intervened in wars before, but given the mythological basis of this one, I'm guessing that it's not going to be so easy.

[pterosaur]

[This is the most extravagantly beautiful person Janine's ever seen, and honestly that makes her initially dismissive. Attractive people, in her experience, are either spiteful and cruel from the start or quickly become so. But the - woman, or girl, or whatever really seems lost and unsure, which is never a state she's happy about seeing.

...and Janine's not a short black kid with the mark of poverty on her, now. She's a great winged reptile, taller at the shoulder than any of the puny bipeds she's seen here, and intimidating to many of them. Even when she was human she could meet hostility with a knowing disdain and scare people off.

Fine. Janine approaches on four hushed feet, keeping her neck raised but letting her beak dip. It makes her seem a little smaller. Her 'voice' is soundless, but her body croaks and caws softly when she speaks, kind in an offhanded way.]

:Hey. 'Sup?:

[inlifesname]

[She doesn't trust it for many reasons; granted the reason she's not eating may be a little different. One does not (or should not) eat in the Fair Folk's realm. But that's going to be a problem if she's stuck here for long.]

I think this is going to be very different from dealing with the Good Folk back home. [She frowns a little, glancing at their hosts.]

[aphrodisiacs]

Why? [ alisha very much deflates now. glancing at his drink, her eyebrows raise. she's been eating and drinking some of the stuff provided all throughout the night — snacking here and there, taking a sip of this or that. it's a free feast — she figures she might as well make the most of it. ] Is there something wrong with it?

[inlifesname]

[Nita does notice the similarities and she's not going to mention it- just in case. She does offer him a tentative smile.]

I wouldn't count on that just yet. I don't think they brought us here just to have a party.

[redsea]

[ When she hears a voice that isn't hers, of course it tempts her to peer behind the rock and take a look. Loneliness is a powerful thing.

And curiosity, of course. ]

Hello...?

[ Ah. Well, she certainly wasn't expecting a grown man there. She's unsure if she should approach. ]

lord have mercy

[redsea]

[ What do you think she's been doing for the past eighteen years of her miserable rich girl life... Alerted by Sinbad's presence, she turns toward the direction of his voice and does little to hide the color on her cheeks. ]

Oh, King Sinbad! [ She stumbles from the torque of her spin. A little too excited there, princess. ] I mean, King Sinbad. What a surprise to see you here.

[ Wait, she forgot to wipe her tears. Let her do that for a second. ]

Have you come to drink from the pool as well? I mean, that is what I was doing before you arrived, of course.

[firith]

[ Setting Bilbo's mind at ease will not be an easy or quick task, and he makes no rush of it as he sit beside him, attentive to the way the hobbit perks up and scrabbles for his own map. Thranduil's smile is wan as Bilbo points to the Greenwood, shortly followed by a curious stare and a weighted pause. ]

Many years ago, you confessed to me that you had shared the halls of my home in the Greenwood of Rhovanion, in Ennor. Without my leave, but later with my blessing. [ How sad, he thinks, if this land has stymied those memories. ] Do you not know me, Bilbo Baggins? I, who named you elf-friend for your valour?

[beleg]

[There was parts of Beleg's life that he was no more eager to share than Celembrimbor was to talk about the repudiation of his close kin.

So he too was happy for a change in subject. He would not have minded silence usually but the previous topic was a poor one to end on. Beleg picked up the table from the table and handed it to Celebrimbor.]

One side, the side that looks like it is made out of glass, reacts with light and pictures when I touch it with my bare fingers. Otherwise, no.

hope this is ok!

[countervail]

[ In the case of Corvo Attano, that something special is a bone charm; it isn't particularly shiny, or all that appealing, if one were to ask him; thin, white whale bone carved and roughly mended into shape.

What it was was an easy steal for the one with quick hands, as it was fastened loosely to his belt. But it is the faint drumming of whalesong, that ambient sound of the Void slipping even into this reality through the runes that tells Corvo that it's there.

Until the beating grows louder - or fainter, sometimes he can no longer tell - that Corvo stops and turns and thinks to look to the shadows, because that seems like the only place to look at all. ]

You'll find it's nothing worth the trouble. [ It's only a half-lie, really. There's a tired hint of amusement in his tone, rough and dry from disuse and unobstructed by the mask he had taken off when he first arrived. ] Though the stolen does have a tendency to change hands. [ He had picked that charm from some poor sod in a broken down building, after all. ]

[beleg]

[Beleg's going to continue to do it since he hasn't figured it out yet and especially since Radagast hasn't said to stop.]

I admit to the same. Not enough fresh air and green growing things. [And far too many people who seemed to have their heads down looking at odd devices all the time.]

[heroyic]

[ Not unkindly, yes, that's the shape of it. That's the shape of life, one plodding day after another, nothing kind or unkind or great or wretched. Just — one long stretch into gray perpetuity.

Roy takes another inelegant mouthful from his goblet. It's not enough; a third and a fourth swallow soon follow. ]

C'mon. If you sing anything like you hold yourself, T'm sure every damn fool and fairy in the room would shut up pretty quick.

[beleg]

[This is visible shock on Beleg's face as he sees Luthien approaching; after she and Beren removed to Tol Galen he'd never seen her again. He hurriedly got up from the chair he'd been gingerly perching on to give her a deep bow.]

My lady Luthien.

[He shook his head at her last sentence.]

Never that, my lady. I am well pleased to meet you again.

aw, yeah, it's my favorite too. you have good taste. c:

[heroyic]

[ Roy's always had a soft spot for kids; at one point, back before life bludgeoned him in the face, he'd wanted to have a whole brood of his own. It's easy to adopt the shadow of surliness around adults, who don't seek their self esteem in the reflection of Roy's face upon them, but - kids? Kids are guileless. Kids don't know better.

That's why he meets the soft sweet gaze with a smile readied and pasted on. The gentleness, at least, is no farce.

He takes the handkerchief with a murmur of thanks. ]

I hope I didn't frighten you, little missy. [ Because it's already been made clear to him — there are much scarier things hereabouts than one foul-mouthed cripple.

Miraculously, none of the fairy brew had ended up spilling on him. Instead of mopping at the mess on the table, Roy folds the handkerchief into a floppy little bird, tweaks its neck with a conspiratorial glance up at her — and hands it right back. ] There. Nothing to be scared of.

[firith]

[ The way he looks at Roy speaks volumes for his opinion of being goaded into singing. He's not certain how long or how deep the scars are, carried by the mortal, but it's at least apparent there is something wounded about him. His temperament, more so than his physical aches, conjure up imagery of a bush unnecessarily growing thorns. That's more than likely the reason he sets his drink aside and selects the only song that comes to mind; the last one that was ever sung by the Grey Havens and heard by Legolas on the shores of Middle-Earth.

A low dirge, thrumming and rich with a version of Roy's voice that again, like so much else about them, sets each apart by countless leagues. There's the loss of his child in the lilting Sindarin which translates its meaning without necessarily having to be understood, clearly his mother-tongue. ]

Fanuilos heryn aglar
Rîn athar annún-aearath,
Calad ammen i reniar
Mi 'aladhremmin ennorath!

A Elbereth! Gilthoniel!
I chîn a thûl lin míriel
Fanuilos le linnathon
Ne ndor haer thar i aearon.
A elin na gaim eglerib
Ned în ben-anor trerennin
Si silivrin ne pherth 'waewib
Cenim lyth thílyn thuiennin.

A! Elbereth Gilthoniel
Men echenim sí derthiel
Ne chaered hen nu 'aladhath,
Ngilith or annún-aearath.

[ It isn't particularly loud, having been sung for Roy, but there's a certain lull in the surrounding conversations when he finishes and what fairies have gathered around the cutlery have a slow pulse to their iridescent wings. Judging by the choice of his song, there isn't another forthcoming. ]

YELLS LOUDLY

[blackhand]

[A bone charm would more than likely be ignored by most, but the thief has an eye for it if only for the reason of it being out in the open. Most nobles wouldn't be caught dead with something so garish, at least in their opinion. With the way things are in the City, anything mentioning the dead or a sickness just serves as a reminder of the Gloom.

There is an amused huff for Corvo's words, however, but Garrett does not give much back as a reply from the shadows. Thieves do better skulking in the dark anyway, away from prying eyes and above the walkways of home. Except, well- this isn't home, and there are no higher grounds for him to climb currently. So improvising is the name of the game right now. The fact that he can tell that Garrett is there is enough of a cause to pause, but the master thief isn't about to let that stop him from the challenge of taking something he wants. And this? Has become something he wants.

So he swoops backwards, a lightly audible whoosh that puts some distance between them, and enough of a comfort space for the thief to find alternate methods of following Corvo. Careful, he may not have any magic, but Garrett is certainly no amateur when it comes to looting things from right under other people's noses.]

[heroyic]

[ Roy watches,reduced again to naught but a dark sweep of a gaze and the white knuckles of his hands about his goblet.

He knows nothing about the Ainur minstrelsy, nothing about Ilúvatar's gift, nothing about the wellspring of starlight taken form in each of the Eldar. And yet the song is enough to crack open the door — there's something beyond, grief like the cruel tip of a hook. He can feel his heart beating, the rushing of blood through the narrow confines of his body. To feel so much, to live so long, to hurt and to hurt —

And then it's over, and the raucous fairy-wrought mirth settles back into place around them. For a moment, Roy cannot throw off the silence that has taken him by his throat.

Then: ]

Wow.

[ He jerks up, spine straightening from its quiet curl — his teeth are set against one another. A swipe of his hand across his face, to remove the evidence of his emotional reaction to the song, but even that is of little help; his lashes are dark and clumped. ]

Wow. Damn. [ A huff of laughter, to lighten the heaviness of his tongue. ] If the king thing doesn't work out for you, let me know. You could make millions with that voice.

[somethingprecious]

[His eyes widen as realization dawns on his face. Years...]

Before this moment we had never spoken... personally. [Familiar dread begins to settle in the pit of his stomach.] The last I recall is the dragon, Smaug flying towards... towards Laketown. [He knows he just guaranteed the deaths of hundreds not even moments before his arrival here.

He looks back up at Thranduil with a sincerely saddened expression.] I'm sorry. I don't remember anything past that.

[rapunzelf]

[She smiles again, sweetly.]

And I you. I believe you should be more use than I in a war, though, if a war this truly is. I imagine I shall be left out of as much of it as I can manage.