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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[oursavinggrace]

[it's not the most satisfying response, but it's better than nothing, and he knows better than to push too hard too soon.]

As long as you'll at least stay in touch...

[he'll be nice and drop it, instead glancing uncertainly at the goblet in nico's hand.]

So...does the food here seem safe?

[rapunzelf]

[She once knew her well, well enough that she might have caught the momentary pain, but Galadriel is not Artanis, and the long years have changed her.]

I confess my situation is much the same. I tried to step back through but could not, and nothing I've tried thus far has led me home again. I was hoping I could find a solution here, but nothing that is here has helped me.

[rapunzelf]

[Her expression stays dimmer than it had been before, but she tries on another smile for size. It is a poorer fit than the last one.]

Oh, I see.

I suppose I must be busy with my home as she is with hers, then.

[People grew apart. It happened.]

[verja]

[ Astrid, on the other hand, isn't surprised. okay, the fairies were weird, that was so weird, but being asked to fight for them? not so weird. she's a warrior, born and bred. she can do this. she can do anything! which is why she's focusing on that and not the fact that she's been yoinked out of Berk without warning, with no time to say goodbye to anyone or make sure somebody would take care of Stormfly while she was gone. that was all pretty scary. so she'll focus on the fight, whatever she can do to help. she sat around at the dinner long enough to take in all the information available to her ( and long enough to eat her fill, because yeah, hello, viking ), but then she's up on her feet, head held high like she could run this place, if she wanted to. luckily, she doesn't. no, she just wants everybody to know that she's got this. totally in control, and totally confident that she can help here.

she's out in the hallways because it's not as crowded out here, and having space to roam around is good for helping her think. well, and to help her get out her nerves and worries about home.

yeah. nobody has to see her quick moment of thor almighty, what is my dad going to do when he notices I'm missing? probably tear the village apart. and if Stormfly takes out her anger on anyone, I hope it's Snotlout and what if this war turns out to be bigger than anything I'm actually prepared for?. nobody has to see that at all, no.

at that point she's stopped at the end of the hallway, like she's not sure if she wants to turn the corner to keep going or turn back, head back to the feast. which is when she hears it - the familiar footstep/metal scrape of a certain someone ]

Hiccup?

[ ... she probably shouldn't sound so shocked, should she? no. woops. she rounds the corner, arms crossing over her chest ]

Well, well. Look what the zippleback dragged in.

[ like she isn't really relieved to see him here ]

[rapunzelf]

[Her smile turns teasing now.]

Come now, you can't believe I'd do anything else, surely. Just think of what Father would do, if he found out.

[silvergift]

[She finds a place to set aside her glass, stepping in to embrace Galadriel herself. Between coming here, getting ready for her wedding, wandering among strangers, her mother is a welcome sight.]

If you and I are here, could others be as well?

[She can't help but sound and look hopeful.]

[breadmaking]

[Well, that was incredibly graceful. Obviously. For a few seconds, Hiccup just lays facedown on the floor, stunned, but quickly enough he scrabbles up to his feet. ...With more difficulty than should be normal. Who put all this ice here.

Patting down his vest to clear it of any dust or flakes of ice, he glances around to make sure no one saw that great bit of ice skating failing. He's relieved at first, when no one comes into view, until a voice causes him to start and spin on his heels, nearly knocking him right back down.]

What? [Shit. Shit, someone totally saw him. Act cool, act cool.] Oh, yeah, no, I'm fine. It was just... That? That was nothing.

[He waves it off with an incredibly sheepish look because this is embarrassing and not at all how he wants to make a first impression on anyone around here. Clearing his throat, he stands up straighter.]

Totally fine, thanks.

[notruejudge]

[The wonder at seeing his deceased brother ebbs somewhat, and Basch can feel his own ire rising in response to Gabranth's accusatory tone. He finds himself snapping back, his tone sharpening defensively.]

There was a minor disturbance in the palace--an intrusion. Creatures of a like I'd not seen before. I sought to flush them out, to discover their purpose... and instead I find myself here.

[It's a failure. Another failure in a long string of failures for the disgraced knight. Is Larsa even now being abducted as well? Basch has been cursing himself inwardly for his lack of judgment ever since arriving in this place, and having to defend himself against his own dead brother is certainly not improving the situation. Would that he could find a way out of this place, to set this right....]

[Basch is no stranger to failure, but failure without hope of redemption?]

Tell me plainly brother, am I dead?

[inafadingcrown]

[She's real. Her daughter is really here. Galadriel closes her eyes and hangs on for just a moment too long, treasuring the embrace.]

Perhaps, my dear, but I am not certain that I would wish for it. Even you I would prefer to see safe at home. [This is a war, after all.]

[breadmaking]

[It's nice and quiet in the halls, much nicer than the crowded, noisy great hall where the feast is no doubt still going down. Sort of what he needs right now, just some time to take in his new surroundings that he's going to be stuck in for the next...who even knows how long, and to...think a little. And maybe find himself worrying a bit more the further he walks. What if he never gets to go back to Berk? What if he never gets to see his dad again, or his friends? Or Toothless for that matter? What would happen to him if he's not there?

It's all greatly concerning, weighing more and more heavily on his shoulders the longer he thinks about it, the less time he has to spend focusing on this whole fairy war and how he apparently needs to be part of it. Wow, maybe he should have stayed where all the noise was...

He's even considering going back until he hears a familiar voice calling his name. Head whipping up, eyes off the floor and coming to rest on the owner of the voice, he stares.]

Astrid. [It's almost whispered, just spoken on a breath, like he's not really sure she's there. Then he blinks, straightens, and snaps out of it.] Astrid?! You're here too?

[Oh, thank the gods. He's not completely alone after all! He almost wants to hurry forward and hug her with all this relief. But, uh. He refrains. Not really looking for a punch here, thanks.]

NiGHTS | NiGHTS into Dreams

[dualizing]

Aʀʀɪᴠᴀʟ ✧ Cᴀᴇʀ Gʟᴀᴇᴍ

Castles, fantastic creatures, glittering lights and colorful scenery. NiGHTS is no stranger to these sort of dreamlike, decorative furnishings, but she can appreciate the aesthetics nonetheless. If she has anything to complain about (other than being ripped from her home and into the waking world, something for which she still has no explanation) it's the endless halls and rooms to traverse. There's so much in such a relatively small space! Packed together, floor upon floor upon floor, some areas of the castle feel downright cramped! It reminds her of the numerous cages she spent so much time in before coming here. Much as she appreciates the inclusion of having a room, NiGHTS much prefers the open air outside.

"It's certainly beautiful," she says to herself, zooming through the air in the keep, weaving between and over servants and other Shard-holders, well on her way toward the doors that lead to the bailey. "Beautiful and stuffy. The least they could do is provide a skylight with our rooms."

She comes to a stop in a doorway, giving the illusion of hanging on to the frame above her head. Anyone paying attention could easily see she was floating in the air, the trail of sparks she's left behind fading away.

"I think all of us would do a little better with some fresh air!"

{ ooc: prose or brackets, either works for me! }

[silvergift]

[She reaches out to the woman, her mothers friend, and touches her arm.]

Mother keeps very busy but you have always held a place in her heart. Many things have happened since she left Doriath, many years.

[aiwendil]

[As they near the entrance, Radagast became more excited to finally be close to escaping that strange place. He reached out grab Beleg to urge him on quickly, taking the lead as he finally figured out where they were going.

He didn't stop until their feet touched the ground instead of the cold tiled floor.]

AH! much better, yes, this is very nice. [He said, tapping the end of his staff against the ground as if to test it.]

[judicatus]

[ The palace, he says — the imperial palace, Gabranth is certain, if what he's deduced is indeed correct. But if he had died — if he had truly met his end in such a mundane manner...

Doubt clouds his thoughts and expression alike, and his gaze slides away. ]

I cannot know with absolute certainty... [ He doesn't feel like he could be absolutely certain of anything at the moment. ] But were this some land of the dead, surely that fact would make itself known in these gilded halls.

[ When he looks to Basch again, his scowl is once again renewed, though his tone remains relatively calm. Perhaps he's somewhat less willing to aim his fury solely in his direction. ]

That they speak of some chance at return would seem to indicate the contrary.

[deathdiduspart]

[Nico makes a grunt in response. He's sure that if he doesn't, Jason will be calling at all hours of the day to make sure.]

It's safe enough, but I'd probably trust human or dwarf settlements' food more. Either way, I think we'd have to take a chance on it. No matter what, we're stuck here for the time being. Eating and drinking isn't going to make that much of a difference.

[The son of Hades frowns a little.]

It's also possible that these Shards they keep going on about protect us from that sort of curse.

[aiwendil]

Radagast had to admit that even if this wasn't Mirkwood and the strange magic around him still set him on edge, the birds were still very friendly and made for good companionship. But now it was time to explore as much as he was able to, there was still so much to find out about this world.

Since there were no other wizards around, he supposed this task fell to him. Like he had ventured into the old fortress, he ventured into the hall, poking around, sniffing, prodding with his staff before scurrying on frantically.

"Strange place, is it not?" he said, wringing his hands as he approached. One of the race of Men this one seemed to be, Radagast looked him over before nodding. "Very strange indeed, the magic is most peculiar."

[oursavinggrace]

[his frown deepens a little, apparently not entirely convinced -- they might be stuck here now, but wouldn't it suck to find themselves chained to the place even after they found a way out? it's a lot more speculation than he can really be comfortable with.

unfortunately, starvation really is a more immediate problem than any possible food-based curses. and even if he was right to have been concerned, it wouldn't really feel right to find a way out and have to leave behind a friend who'd already gone ahead and drank their fairy juice.

sighing, he shrugs and snags a goblet of something from the tray of a passing fae server.]

Cheers, then.

[deathdiduspart]

[Nico doesn't like it, either, but while his diet says otherwise, he really doesn't want to starve or die of thirst. Better to take a chance in his opinion. He just takes a sip of what's in his goblet in response, which is thankfully water. Very good, clean water, too.]

There might be some spirits I can talk to, but I'll have to do some research first. Celtic ghosts are typically more different than Greek and Roman.

[And if he's honest, he really wants to meet a Will'O Wisp.]

[oursavinggrace]

What do you think the chances are that fairyland has a library with books in a language we can actually read?

[he takes an idle sip from his goblet and immediately makes a face. that is definitely not water.]

[deathdiduspart]

I've been listening in on other conversations, and I'm pretty sure that fairyland typically doesn't speak English. So, I'd assume that they've enchanted either us or something else so that we can all understand each other. I don't know if that extends to reading, but it'd be pretty useless of them to offer the library if we couldn't.

[Nico shrugs, and looks slightly amused at the face Jason makes. He'll take sadistic humor for $200, Alex.]

GAH we're going to have to start over with their CR dangit

[kilimanjaro]

[Kili glances up at the enormously tall, fascinatingly beautiful elf-woman. Brown eyes widen slightly and he gives her a sheepish sort of smile.]

Pardon me, My Lady. I haven't eaten properly in some time.

[oursavinggrace]

I get the feeling "magic" is gonna be the answer to most questions about this place.

[the lucky thing about being a demigod is that they're used to these kind of shenanigans, at least.

and as much as he appreciates nico being anything other than moody and antisocial, the fact that it comes at the cost of his discomfort is a little less nice. for a moment his frown looks almost petulant, and then he steels himself and continues sipping at his drink with a determinedly straight face.]

[madcuriosity]

Hmm? Oh! Alice Liddell, how do you do, Mr. Frost! [She gave a curtsy even though she was still on the couch.] Wait! I know your story. You're a winter spirit, aren't you? Like old man winter!

[rapunzelf]

[Many years since they last had seen each other. How could that have happened? But the how didn't matter, perhaps, as apparently it had.]

I see.

[She had enough without Lúthien to bother her.]

CRACKS KNUCKLES jesus it's been so long. i hope you still like essays oh my god

[galahads]

( there's enough that's familiar to will for the differences to feel that much more stark, a much more present and persistent reminder that he's not home — neither london nor dolgellau, and though he'd willingly followed the fairies (they'd looked different enough to how they ought that his curiosity had got the better of him—), it's an action he, now, finds himself regretting. (he can hear jem's reproach in his head, something about impulsiveness and a lack of thought, and though, he thinks, it'd be tempered by a sort of wry acceptance, there'd be that pull to his lips and a slight frown accompanying it all that'd be just enough to make will, inwardly, feel a touch — momentarily — embarrassed by his actions. (no-one was supposed to care, after all.) )

at the feast — it's impressive in appearance, when all is said and done, when regrets are reconsidered and one adopts a more detached approach — he makes a great show of pretending to wine and dine, of picking up food and talking and conversing and refilling his plate and glass when it seems fit, of being careful to not consume only the slightest amount and disposing of it as and when he can.

it's not difficult, not after a while — the feast has been going on for long enough that mess and a lack of care are to be expected, particularly by humans — or so he imagines. the fey and their associates take great pride in cunning and in cruelty, in manipulation and the besting of humans, and this, he thinks — the feast — is a simple, easy way to achieve that end. mundanes especially—

—although, he's noted, that of the humans present, there are certainly more than mundanes. a few have caught his eye, but there's one, a girl about his age (or so he'd guess), being as equally careful as him not to eat or drink. he's not always quite able to catch what it is she does with the offending items, and it's begun to throw him, to eat away at his resolute desire not to ask too many questions of anyone present. she's not, he thinks, a shadowhunter, and that's the bit that has him sauntering over — if sauntering is indeed the word for it. his movements are a touch hurried and unsteady (deliberately so, though he hopes it's entirely unevident — he's had years of practice at perfecting the appearance of false intoxication), and the pleasant, if cocky, curl of his lips shifts into a broad grin as he reaches her (dodges an imp, stumbles, and throws an arm round her shoulders).

the contents of his goblet spill to the floor as he engages in all of this, and he looks — dejectedly, forlornly — at the waste, before cursing emphatically and pointedly and — )

Not very elegant of me. ( in contrast to his previous expression and utterance, it's dismissive and cheerful, and there's barely a breath of a pause before he continues, voice dropping to little more than a whisper and he speaks straight into her ear: ) You see, I couldn't help but notice that you're doing a remarkable job of making your food and drink—

( he gestures loosely with his free arm, the one not slung over her shoulder. ) —Vanish, I suppose, would be the word, but that's quite odd, don't you think? ( he makes a point of only glancing at her quickly as he utters this, attention otherwise fixed on the feast at large. after a moment, he straightens himself before turning to face her, his eyebrows knitting together in a quick frown. )

My, but you are short, aren't you? I wouldn't be able to do that for very long. ( a beat, musingly and entirely offhand in tone and manner, though he watches her reaction carefully. ) Perhaps you're part Fair Folk.