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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[silvergift]

Lothlorien, I think, is far beyond the borders of Doriath and will not be for another Age.

[Grinning just the tiniest bit.]

I am not. You would know her best as Artanis.

[rapunzelf]

[There is a moment of surprise at that, almost shock. Then that passes, and Lúthien is left looking deeply satisfied.]

They did marry, then? I knew they would go well together.

[But hang on]

Will not be for another Age? Are we not from the same times? Is that possible?

[silvergift]

[That satisfied look, she didn't expect that. A story to ask her mother about later.]

They did. And they are amazing together.

[Oh. Oh crap.]

It... should not be. But these fairies, it seems, are more powerful and crafty than we know.

and now for something completely different

[rekhyt]

[It's a boy - small, dark-skinned and haired, wearing what looked like a down parka and blue jeans - or at least, it was something something that looked like a boy. It's a good seeming, and to most would be indistinguishable from a normal human, but there's something in his eyes, something old.]

Not your enemy, I'd like to hope - we get enough of that sort of guff normally, but luckily nobody seems terribly interested in enforcing the strict dividing lines. Put that bow down, I doubt it could hurt me anyway.

[rekhyt]

[Bartimaeus had been relaxing, enjoying not technically having to do anything and not suffering for it - sure it couldn't last, but if he was to be allowed to loaf about then he felt he'd earned it. He'd taken the shape of a menacing shadow for the heck of it - it was an amusing contrast to who the boss was supposed to be this time, which was all the excuse he needed. But it did make an amusing contrast, a fanged shadow with seven glowing red eyes and mists of vapor drifting away lounging in a recliner. Just about the first time he'd had an opportunity to lounge, come to it.

And then a cake fell in his lap. He sighed.]

Shoddy work. If you're going to work a Freeze, at least make sure you've done it properly.

[rapunzelf]

I knew they would be. Artanis - or Galadriel, did you say her name was now? - wasted so much time worrying about it, though.

I wonder what else they can do, then.

[silvergift]

Did they really? [As much as her parents love each other, she can't imagine them dancing around it and wasting time. Like how Elrond spent so many years not saying anything.]

I imagine we will find out in time. Whether we wish it or not.

casually peeks in...

[bigthings]

[Unlike certain siblings who shall not be named, Kouha is great at making friends! It's just a pity he tends to make friends with the weirdest and creepiest people possible.

Case in point: the world's ugliest banshee is already hovering around him like a lovesick puppy as he comes across Kougyoku. He glances at her face, then into the pool.]

What, did one of them try to bite ya or somethin'? [Translation: does he need to get his yandere face on and cut someone. Because he will totally do it.]

[rapunzelf]

You wouldn't believe how many lingering stares the rest of us had to pretend to ignore.

Or not, in my case, though I didn't mention too much to him.

[That's a slightly more somber topic]

I imagine we shall - though the power to draw an elf away from Arda in the first place is not slight.

1/2

[redsea]

[ At least Kouha's presence eases the pain. He's not a friend—friends are different from family—but. He will do.

Kougyoku snivels and rubs her eyes. She doesn't want anyone to fuss over her feeble attempts at friendmaking. ]

No, it's nothing like that—

oh boy oh boy

[redsea]

[ When Kougyoku looks up, her scream rivals that of the banshee in front of her. Oh, and how. As soon as she lays her eyes on the unsightly creature, she draws her hairpin and transforms it into a sword. What was that about yandere faces? ]

Get back, brother! There's a monster right behind you!

[redsea]

[ It's a strange sight, seeing a grown man cry. Hakuryuu cried, but this man was at least five years older! Yet what she calls to attention first is neither his bandaged eye nor his tears. ]

Are you... [ Kougyoku raises her hand tentatively, as if to place it on his shoulder, but decides against it. She was never one for physical contact. ] Are you alone, too? In this world, I mean.

[ She settles for sitting next to him, with her legs folded under her thighs and his profile facing her. ]

[netscreens]

[ cress' initial response is a short, breathless laugh, that seems to be lacking all forms of mirth. it's more nervous than anything, a sort of knee-jerk reaction when she's finding words difficult to gather up. ]

I've never really been at a party like this before. [ or ever.

she wants to say more, to say that it's been seven years since she's had any real contact with people, with anybody; that it's been seven years since she's seen a room so big, so bright and full of energy; that she isn't sure how she got here, or why she's here, or where here is in the first place; that she's thankful she's no longer trapped up there in her tiny satellite, but stars did her gratitude not ease her worries about this situation any less.

but instead, all she says is: ] It's all so... loud.

[beleg]

[It's good she does because Beleg's not very good with surprises of that sort.]

Then we have that much in common. [Beleg holds out the table towards her.] What know you of this?

[beleg]

Perhaps. [Beleg looks grim. For all his skill in war and healing he could not Turin any longer.]

But I think it is good for you stay away from this war they speak of, my lady, real or not. As for me, while one side calls me their liegeman, they have yet to earn it.

[beleg]

[Not really done no, Beleg still hasn't quite figured Ragadast out but he does put his mind to finding an exit for now.]

This way...I believe I smell fresh air coming from this corridor.

[daughteroftheforest]

Well, I feel quite real.

[Experimentally, she reaches out and gives him a little pinch on his arm.]

Kira Yukimura | Teen Wolf

[whatthefoxsay]

It's one thing to have a sense of feeling of being out of place; quite another to be uncertain of whether you should feel out of place or not.

Kitsune are of course trickster spirits, and Kira is struggling with what is both a sense of familiarity as well as the complete alien nature of everything around her. At least she doesn't appear too weird here. No, an Asian girl in a short skirt, fishnet stockings, and has a katana strapped to her back is hardly the strangest thing here at all.

Of course, she doesn't realize that those who are sensitive to it, those with supernatural sight, can see the bright golden aura in the shape of a fox around her, revealing her nature to anyone who can perceive it.

[rapunzelf]

Believe me, I have no real plans try fighting. I have no experience in combat and battle seems a poor time to make a beginning if it can be avoided. If not I shall do as I may, of course.

gabranth || final fantasy xii || ota (01)

[judicatus]

[ Any other man might have well celebrated being brought from the very brink of death to a place like Caer Glaem, from breathing his last to drinking his fill of unparalleled light and beauty. But Gabranth can find little to celebrate here. These gilded halls speak not to him of radiance and glory, but rather of radiance and glory to which he has no right to bear witness.

Why had he chosen to come here after all? Would death not have been a greater honor, a more fitting price to pay for all his misdeeds?

It's a question he turns over and over in his mind as he watches the merrymaking from afar, standing back against a bannered wall, still armored in full judicer's plate; his broken helm, cracked open and apart by Vayne Solidor's shearing blade, is tucked away in the crook of his arm. His dark mood is perhaps evident at a distance, as he makes no attempt to mask it on his face. Despite what he's been told, he cannot bring himself to believe that any of this is truly meant for the likes of him. ]

Javik | Mass Effect

[notavirtue]

1

[A feast and entertainment were a poor and inappropriate response to a kidnapping. Javik wasn’t in the least bit placated, instead finding the whole affair as offensive as it was unacceptable. Getting dragged off in the middle of a firefight had been disorienting enough, and now he was surrounded by… he didn’t even have a word for most of them. Humans, certainly. The rest were foreign, assaulting his senses with their reeking scents and loud emotions.

He had to get out. Maybe not out of the Draubworld itself, but getting away from all these people, familiar species or not, was priority. He couldn’t see or sense Shepard or anyone else from the Normandy in here, though that didn’t stop him from looking. They’d been close together when he’d been taken, after all. If was alone, well, then that was that. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d been shoved into the unknown by himself.

Aiming for what looked like the exit, Javik shouldered his way past people when necessary. He kept his fists closed, avoiding making direct skin contact.]

[pterosaur]

:Try not to be too shocked by my manners or lack therof. I'm sure you can imagine how proper use of cutlery might be difficult.:

[pterosaur]

:Hah.: [She angles her head, trying to see it from multiple angles.] :Smaller than the ones I've seen before. And it doesn't have keys or a mouse... Try poking one of the icons with your finger. Icons are those button things in the glass.:

[actually112]

[Aang will be the first to tell her that every Avatar has to find their own way, because they're not cut out the same. After all, as great an Avatar Kyoshi was, Aang would never be able to do the things she did the way she did them. Nor would he really want to--he's not like her.

But for now, there are more important things to talk about.]

Well, whatever's going on, we have to end up going home at some point, right?

[He straightens up, his movements slightly less stiff now that he's been healed a little.]

If I ended up getting old and dying, then I had to have come back. [In time to end the war, he doesn't say.] As long as you're around, we know that there's a way to go back home. Let's just hope we really don't have to stay for the end of the war.

the station.

[prison]

[ the cafe offers a lot more fun... perhaps to someone more savvy to technology. but the fact that so many crowd themselves here makes an automatic must-visit for pan.

of course, it isn't the actual groups and clutter of people that attracts him. pan seeks for those who appear alone and away from them. call it a force of habit because he isn't exactly seeking for candidates, and much less a girl candidate, but the sight of her (is she in hiding or what?) only makes him want to approach her. she seems like she's doing something bad ]

Now, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you're hiding something behind that screen... [ she's so inconspicuous, you know? ]