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

[icy]

[ An ungainly squawk comes from above where the flamethrower narrowly misses the Guardian of Fun, a shower of ice raining down on the offender to freeze its weapon. ]

Hey! Watch where you're throwing spells out here! You're going to hit a sylph or something, carrying on like that.

[ Didn't you know, Roxas? This abandoned wilderness isn't very abandoned! ]

[icy]

[ He takes it in his stride, though his lips purse thinly before breaking on a forced laugh. It eases as he rubs the back of his head. ]

Thanks. [ Moving swiftly on. ] You have superheroes back home?

[icy]

Nope, just me. I'm Jack Frost, and I'm most definitely not a fairy. [ And to prove it, he blows a snowflake over to bop her on the nose. ] What's your name?

[icy]

[ He's about to leave her alone, shy as she is, when he notices the little snowball forming in her hands. He barks out a laughs and turns to face her, leaning over the couch and extending a palm; a flurry of snowflakes fly up, twirling around between them and chasing her wispy snowball leftovers. Both of them, then. Both of them have ice magic!

Jack practically thrums with enthusiasm as he extends a cold hand. She won't mind touching him, will she? If she's chilly enough to use frost ... ]

Let's go outside. [ Bright blue eyes twinkle as he stems his amusement. ] Since we're definitely going to make a mess.

[rekhyt]

[The shadow gives a disparaging sniff.]

Don't know what shoddy class of spirit they've taken to employing these days. Solomon would weep.¹

[1: Oh, probably not literally, but not much would make the old guffer shed a tear, would it?]

[icy]

Are you serious right now?

[ Nettled by the comment, he sends a rush of fern-frost across the couch from where he perches on the armrest without moving, the crackle of a wooden frame and fibers freezing solid. Then he offers him a smile. ]

I'm not employed by anyone. [ He doesn't get paid, anyway. ] Isn't there a Boogeyman around here somewhere that you should be following around?

[ What the heck is with sassy shadows. ]

leo's definitely called jason "peter pan" at least once

[oursavinggrace]

Not really. I kinda got used to not being the one making plans, working with Annabeth.

[as it turns out, it's nice not having to be the leader of every operation. not very useful right now, but he kind of liked that taste of relative normality.]

[xray]

[Don't worry, that's what Jess is here for. While she considers herself lucky that someone from home is here at all, she's already exasperated that Rudy Too's popped his way out and the pair are already going at it. She left them to their own devices for five minutes while she went and found something of her own to drink, and having made it herself, knows it's not contaminated with anything. It's with a sigh and an eyeroll that she approaches the pair.]

Would you both just shut up already?

[The look on her face says she's considering hitting one or the both of them, and she knows it's only going to go in circles until one is appeased about the germs so the other can be appeased by not having to hear his more health-paranoid other half go on and on.]

We've only been here a few hours and neither of you can keep from bitching and moaning about things that don't matter.

[Her cup of coffee is shoved out toward Rudy, eyebrows arched up in invitation. She doesn't tell them to take it, but gives the cup a wiggle, signaling that one of them better take it or else. She'd be in a better mood right now, but she's not all that sure of being here in the first place. That on top of trying to figure out a way for both her and Rudy to settle in and stay safe has her a little on edge.]

[rekhyt]

The Boogeyman? Oh please. I am here at the behest of our much beloved monarchs, just like you, bucko.

[He sends a rush off heat through the cushions, careful that it's just enough to melt the ice without - whoops, well hopefully no one would notice that for a while.]

[thearseman]

[If there's one thing they can both agree on it's that neither of them want Jess to hit them. They shut their mouths immediately, for once wearing guilty expressions that match. It's Rudy that leans forward to grab the cup of her, abandoning his old one on the edge of the next table over.]

Thank you. [Though his tone and pointed look at his counterpart indicate his gratitude is more aimed at her "support" in that their argument is useless. Still, he seems more genuinely thankful when he turns back to smile at her. Definitely a lot more friendly if nothing else.] Or as the French might say, je m'appelle.

[Rudy Too shakes his head, choosing to ignore Rudy's lack of skill in foreign languages and stand up.] I'll go and find you another.

[icy]

[ Opening his mouth to deliver a snarky reply, his eyes widen and he hops off when the fabric gets warm. Not good. Lowering his staff at the shadow, it brightens for a moment with a flare of blue ice-magic. ]

And what are you supposed to be?

[xray]

[She stares at Rudy for a few moments, face knotted up in scrutinizing confusion as she attempts to figure out if he's messing around or not. In the end, she decides that no, he probably doesn't know what he's talking about and so she chuckles and shakes her head, turning her attention onto Rudy Too.]

Get in a bit of looking around while you're at it, yeah? Might help you feel less...

[She shrugs as she trails off, not about to assume Rudy's other self would ever lose some of that anxiety toward each and every little thing. She pauses, pulling a welp face, before glancing back over at Rudy. Eyes are fully on him once again as she plops down to sit next to him.]

Anyway, if you're gonna try and impress me with French? It's merci.

Charles Xavier | X-Men First Class | #2 | Prose or action is fine!

[excessivehubris]

While the arrival feast had most assuredly been designed to delight and welcome any newcomers, Charles had found the entire affair to be even more confusing than his initial arrival. Being kidnapped by beings he'd read about but held no belief in and dumped into a work populated by creatures he'd read about but held no belief in was a muddled turn of events and he still wasn't entirely certain he wasn't dead.

After all that was what made logical sense, if logic could be applied to any part of this situation. The artillery hadn't been that far from the beach, he and Erik had been distracted with their personal struggle, it was all together possible that a shell had found it's way to the shores and destroyed them all. It was at least as viable a scenario as; kidnapped by imps.

Regardless, he had heard whispers of the Station and it's promise of coffee and more importantly tea. It had taken a few wrong turns and polite questions of those he'd encountered to find his way but eventually Charles had secured himself a small table on the patio and a mug of tea; no spit please.

He wore a decidedly pensive expression as he stirred a spoon aimlessly in the mug but he wasn't distracted with a computer or a book, which left him very amiable to conversation. Particularly any conversation that might help clarify their purpose in this strange world.

[thearseman]

[Rudy Too nods before he leaves, looking about as doubtful as Jess that looking around will make him feel any less anything. Wertham is bad enough, but this place... he doesn't trust any of it. He doesn't really trust Rudy One not to get himself in trouble while he's gone either, but with Jess around maybe he can get away with looking around a little bit on his own before he comes back.

Rudy One, meanwhile, is more bothered about his conversation with Jess than he is to pay much attention to his other half going off on his own. He's been getting used to him doing that more in recent times anyway, and Jess is significantly less depressing to talk to as well as being far more attractive.]

Now, why would I be wanting you to have mercy? You've got other me off my back, you've brought me coffee, and you're sitting here right next to me. Besides, that isn't even a French word. That's English, in't it?

[Honestly, it's almost like Jess managed to pay less attention in school than he did.]

[rekhyt]

[The shadow does not seem particularly bothered by this.]

I am a noble djinni of great and terrible power.

Why?

What are you supposed to be?

[icy]

A genie? [ The most unimpressed look ever hey fuck you his staff is awesome, shadowman. ] Of course you are.

I'm Jack Frost.

[rekhyt]

No, a djinni. I don't exactly float around granting wishes, do I?¹

Go on, pull the other one.

[1: Not strictly accurate, perhaps - some of what I do could certainly be seen as granting wishes, but it seemed easiest to simplify for the sake of avoiding confusion.]

[xray]

[And cue more staring.]

Not that kind of mercy, don't be stupid.

[SIGH. The things she has to put up with.]

In French, it means thank you. Je m'appelle or whatever in the hell you said means you're telling someone your name. Not that any of this shit actually matters, since we're still stuck here, no matter how many languages you manage to cock-up.

[She's smarter than people give her credit for, okay. And any chance she can get to correct Rudy is always good fun. So she has a pleased smirk on her face as she slouches back in her seat, reaching over to take her coffee back.]

[silvergift]

Were they really so obvious?

[The smile is practically contagious.]

You both are close then?

[At least they both know it needs to be considered, that they can't completely ignore it as others in the party might or already have.]

[icy]

[ Is this shadow just repeating words or. ]

Fine, a djinni. Not a genie.

[ Sounds exactly the same. He hefts his staff, tossing it to his other hand with a sweeping gesture, annoyance lacing through the tension in his shoulders. ]

Look, you don't have to believe me and I definitely don't believe you, so why don't we just leave it?

[thearseman]

Bloody hell. You don't have to look so smug about it. It's an easy mistake. And you aren't even going to let me keep me coffee. [Which, let's be real, is the worst part. He's so offended by her coffee stealing.] See if I ever nick you anything from the vending machine again. You wouldn't catch our Finley rubbing his French in, and he's got himself a GCSE in it.

[Just as well he has another coffee on standby. He retrieves his previous cup, which was just as good and did not have fairy spit in it no matter what his counterpart told him.]

[xray]

[Amused, she just laughs and takes a sip, before passing it back over to him.]

If you're gonna whine about it, you can have the damn thing back.

[She doesn't really need the extra caffeine anyway. She's wired enough as it is. She shifts into a more serious demeanor with that, allowing a little of her worry to show.]

Figuring out what we're gonna do here is more important than any of that.

[rekhyt]

I suppose you could also call me a spirit, if it really makes you feel that much better, but please avoid the term 'demon.' That's just plain rude - and not entirely accurate either. It could just as easily mean an imp, or even a mite. And honestly, you were the one who started all this.

[He changed then, into an exact duplicate of Jack himself, gave a cheeky grin and wink, and reclined back crosslegged in mid-air. A moment later he sat up again.]

But seriously, how'd you do the trick with the ice? Is it a fairy thing or something? Because if not, I'd be a bit interested in learning. I can change the temperature, of course, but you didn't seem like you were just pulling heat out of the air, and that's the easiest way I know of doing it.

[greatwhitespider]

[The Grand Elusa makes a chittering trill.]

I am native to no world, yet all I have visited have meat for me. Chitin or living stone or armor or poison, it makes for little difference.

[icy]

I didn't start — [ Whoa, sure is all kinds of Jokul Frosti up in here. ] It's not a trick and I'm not a fairy.

[ Pacing in front of him, the weirdness of looking at himself is overrun by his temper. ]

I told you, I'm Jack Frost. Spirit of Winter? Stop ... wearing me.