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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morgana pendragon ♛ merlin (bbc)

[scinlae]

[ they are her people after a fashion; creatures of magic she had always been taught to fear since she was a child. in all respects she should jump at the chance to aid them.

she does not.

morgana pendragon is a high priestess, a queen, and they drag her to this place like some common servant. it ignites a fury in her blood. how dare they? (she could kill them all for this.)

as lavish as the buffet looks she ignores it all, passing over offers of food and drink. (not again, she will not be fooled again.) critical eyes watching for something, anything to aid her. she cannot leave, that much is clear, she cannot lash out for there is magic here greater than her own ─ so she must wait.

and waiting has never been morgana's strong suit. ]

[pterosaur]

[She has to toss it into the air and snap it up into the back of her beak. It slides as a visible bulge down her long neck. Janine studies him back, feeling his wariness as wariness of her own. She can feel emotions - they always feel like hers, though - but not hear thoughts.]

:Really? I could get away with things, huh?:

[There is grease on her beak. It gleams as Janine fights self-consciousness. It's always better to seem aloof and unaffected, she's found.]

:Seems like a lot of effort. Relax. You're too big to look like food, and you talk, anyway. I only ever attack anything if I have to eat it. Or it's going to hurt someone that does talk.:

[...she could eat an animal Thranduil's size, but she'd have to laboriously tear it apart first.]

[brainiest]

I think that's probably very likely. I'm sure I'll end up spending most of my time in there, at least for now.

[ She moves forward to take a seat, still a little anxious - but Thranduil seems nice enough and she's actually more comfortable than she imagined she'd be, given the situation. ]

It's very nice to meet you, Thranduil. We can definitely look over it together, if you want. Just a moment -

[ She sits forward, moving a few plates and things around so that there's space for her to spread the map out between them. ]

[pterosaur]

[Janine would really quite rather not fight - she's big, but her skin isn't any thicker than the webbing between a human's thumb and forefinger. Still, her beak is worth respecting.]

:Flying takes a lot of learning. Maybe she hasn't done it for long enough.:

[Reaching back to the table, Janine takes an apple and crushes it before swallowing, keeping an eye on Peter all the while. Juice shows at the corners of her beak.]

:Not really. We're kind of the older cousins of birds. Bigger, not so feathery. How about you?:

[pterosaur]

:There's some jungle. Also canyons, plains, mountains. World's complicated. The spiders... Depends on your definition of giant.:

[She lowers her head somewhat so she doesn't loom so much.]

:Maybe as big as your hand, some of them. I'm Janine.:

[consolidating]

Well, Hermione Granger,

[ said with some skepticism, as if he isn't sure the name is quite legit nor the girl attached to it if she makes such ludicrous proposals such as this one ( of course it's poisoned. or tempered with by some arse of a sorcerer or worse fairy). ]

We cannot be entirely sure of such, hence, we are not taking any unnecessary risks. It is best not to receive favors from kidnappers.

draco | dragonheart | @ anywhere that isn't a city basically

[merelychewed]

[ Whatever welcome the courts had held for the newly arrived fodder (which is, honestly, all that Draco can see them as, truly), it certainly did not meet the standards of a dragon. No space for someone so big, too cramped, too crowded, too many stares. This was not the peaceful end he'd been sent off to and that rubbed his scales the wrong way, but he knew enough of the fair folk to decide against raging and setting everything aflame.

Instead, he retreated to the skies and he's been flying off his despair and rage, but even he can't fly forever. He's no spring chicken of dragons, so his angry departure has turned into a general exploration of this new realm at every instance where he lands.

A grown dragon of no particularly special color can be found making such landings all over the forested areas, the meadows, plains, anywhere not boasting a huge city of any kind. He's made his peace with man, but cities...

Even if built by something other than humans, they're no place for him. So out there, in the wilderness, he'll set down. If the sound his wings made and the dust the effort kicks up do not mark his presence well, his first complaint at every locale just might. ]

All this land and not even one herd of sheep in sight! Some magical kingdom this is...

[firith]

You have not. I would not bar you from exploring this fair land, not when it is like to the kind you ought to have had back home.

[ He curls his hand around the back of Legolas's neck in a gentle loving squeeze, then slides apart so they can walk as two again, not one. ]

You must take Estellio with you, when you go to Cothromach. [ The unicorn looks over curiously, tossing its mane. ] He will bear you swiftly.

[infant]

She's had such a lot of practice, though.

[ Peter can't be bothered teaching her time and again. He shrugs, stabbing an apple with his dagger and slicing it up, popping bits into his mouth to talk as he chews. ]

I lived with an old stork called Soloman in Kensington Gardens, the birds were my friends before I flew away. Soloman said I am a Betwixt-and-Between, neither bird nor boy but both. I am myself, first and foremost; Peter Pan of Neverland.

[knightfalls]

[It could be a trick; weren't fairies known for their glamours? But if Mordred considers it at all, he doesn't for long. It seems more likely that she's just a young woman brought here under the same strange circumstances as he was. Mordred accepts her hand with his gloved one.]

Sir Mordred.

[She gets that smile, enigmatic and short-lived.]

Shall I escort you? These halls might not be safe to explore alone.

omg

[orcsurfing]

[ Sooner or later the sights beyond the windows of Caer Glaem tempted Legolas into exploration of what he held closer to his heart than dusty and cold hallways of castles of stone. Woods and plains and even mountains, though that last part was something of a begrudging interest: the tops of them a welcome place to explore, their hearts only in the company of a dwarf friend who, unfortunately, did not seem to respond to the summons for he was not present.

No steed to speak of, all travel he did was by feet. Tireless and light footed, running long distances was no issue and with sights new and beautiful to accompany him, it was not tedious either.

One thing Legolas didn't expect, however, not ever after Smaug has been slain by Bard the Bowman some several hundred years ago, was to see a dragon ever again. The one of awfully few banes of the elves and he freezes in spot, reaction time delayed by far, more so than what was acceptable for an bowman of his fame. But his blood ran cold in his veins and his fingers felt numb as he reached for an arrow in his quiver... he sets it to the string, but his motions are too sluggish.

What good would it do anyway? It was no black arrow and only those could slay a dragon, he knew.

In any case, here stands an elf, tall and proud, with his bow raised and an arrow nocked on the string. He's ready to shoot, and determination to survive is evident, though he can't quite hide the hints of fright that threaten to overwhelm him every second. ]

[brainiest]

[ Hermione's expression falters and she frowns, arms slipping across her chest as she stares him down. There's no need to be so particularly rude and, honestly, she wants to give him a stern lecture on how to treat people who are just being polite. For now, however, she purses her lips and keeps that held back. ]

And yet no one around us is fainting because of a sleeping potion or passing out because of a Draught of Living Death, are there? I think if we were being poisoned it would be a little more obvious, don't you?

[firith]

[ Waiting for her to get comfortable, he assists with his greater reach in placing a few dishes farther away from the center of where they seat themselves. When the map is spread, he taps two locations with a finger. ]

I know these words. Quendi is an ancient word in a long-lost tongue for the first of the elves, it means "the Speakers", and Brethil was the name of a forest-land long ago claimed by a great king I once knew. I seek to uproot the truth of their appearance on this map on the morrow.

[pterosaur]

:An interesting name to take.:

[She's seen the Disney movie, but decides not to bring it up. Even if he's taken his name from that, Janine would rather not too many people wonder why she's so familiar with the modern (1999-era) human world.]

:If you're at all bird, why do you look so human? That is a flat face I see, and skin without scales or feathers, and a stub of a neck:

[brainiest]

[ The name pings her more than anything else and she smiles, softly, pondering. There are legends in her world, of course, but - it's not possible. Instead, she smiles and shakes her head, fingers slipping away from his carefully. ]

It's nice to meet you, Sir Mordred. I didn't mean to startle you.

[ Glancing back at the darkness, Hermione takes a deep breath. ]

If you'd like. Was there somewhere in particular you were going?

[infant]

I can speak with birds and I don't wish to live in the world of men, I think that is the reason. If it is not, I don't care to bother thinking about it at length. I am a boy and I wish forever to be so, no matter what, even if I am not a normal boy. I am wonderful when set amongst the normal kind, none compare.

[ Peter rubs his neck. Is it a stub? By comparison, certainly. ]

Are you here to go to war too, Janine?

T-800 | Terminator 2: Judgment Day

[unclebob]

1

[The Terminator stares out of one normal-colored eye and one blazing red. He's scraped up, bloodied, missing an arm, and oh, there's that gaping hole in his chest he has yet to deal with. Despite his grievous injuries, he ignores them, standing stock still at the edge of the feast. Occasionally, he lifts his left arm and tries to use it, his systems still trying to bypass the lack of limb. Human sustenance and revelry means nothing to him. Instead, he watches the others.

Internally, he's confused. His mission is complete. Yet he's been dragged to this new place (thinking in terms of a new world makes his internal systems fritz) and is completely out of his element. What is a Terminator without a mission to do?]

[firith]

[ Whether she is part of this court or not, he isn't about to shake thousands of years' worth of caution right away. Definitely won't be commenting on the look of her. ]

How is it that I hear you in my mind?

[ That, more than anything, is a disturbance. ]

[brainiest]

Quendi. [ She leans closer over the map, looking at the places that he points out with his finger, tilting her head and looking over. The Speakers, and Brethil. It all sounds so dramatically foreign to her but she is desperately curious about it all, wanting to learn as much as she possibly could. ] There's more than one Elven language, then? I didn't think there'd be any familiar languages here...

[orcsurfing]

[ A gesture, like many others between them, that Legolas accepts and revels in for the seconds it lasts. Then they walk apart and at the mention of the unicorn, Legolas looks behind them to look at the creature. He smiles at the toss, at the flickering of ears.

Yes, beautiful creature, they are speaking about you. Legolas thinks to himself idly, putting a hand to Estellio's nose when he nudges his hand with it. That settles this matter, at least and Legolas nods his head in acceptance of the suggestion and offer.

Trust his father to find the most majestic creature and tame it so. ]

I know you would not keep me confined to the castle, when the alternative is... [ And there is still wonder in his voice when he speaks of the forest, glancing about it with a look full of amazement. ] this.

[ Legolas pauses, struck by a thought. ]

You ought to travel with me more often, in fact.

[unclebob]

Trying to take it all in?

[The thick Austrian accent comes from the machine standing in the corner. The shadows conceal the worst of his injuries, but it can plainly be seen that half his face is gone, with the dim light glinting off the metal skull and red eye beneath.

Despite his intimidating appearance and height, the words are spoken in a calm tone. The way this woman looks, completely confused, is the way he feels internally. This is one place that his CPU had never prepared him for.]

[brainiest]

[ Hermione is acting in quite the same way as Morgana, really; she's wandering around, careful to watch for people, anything that might be dangerous in particular, but so far she's feeling oddly safe. It's something she hadn't been expecting and she almost forgets herself, accidentally running into someone and feeling her eyes widen as she leans back, gripping her wand tightly. ]

Oh, gosh, I'm sorry.

[consolidating]

Morgana.

[ the name comes tumbling out of Arthur's lips and it's foolish but he cannot call it back once it does. it's an instinct, something he cannot hope to control. because she's there, perhaps a dozen steps away and he wants to blame her for all of this. it would be easy; morgana is a sorceress and not a weak one either. and in the last years she had brought nothing but fire and axes and destruction to his borders so why can't she arrange him to be sent away?

it'll be easy to blame morgana except that she looks as suspicious as arthur feels, just as out of place. but they cannot both be here. whatever strong enough to rend morgana's magic useless, perhaps arthur should be wary of it too.

( and he is, he is; but that doesn't mean she's harmless, she's anything but )

his hand goes to the hilt of his sword but lingers there. she has magic, he knows; and she doesn't fight fair, he knows that, too. ]

it would seem you are upon foreign lands, my Lady.

[ or are they foreign? can Arthur even trust anything she says?

(no, no he can't.) ]

surprise, it's sean connery.

[merelychewed]

[ As if Draco would even be surprised to see this reaction. It's a miracle no one made the attempt sooner than now! Which meant, when the dragon picked up the faintest sound of movement from Legolas, his head snapped around to turn in that direction, eyes narrowing once he spotted him, but no move is made to leave the spot he had settled down at.

Once he's gotten an idea of what the situation, an archer, arrow nocked, he breathed a long sigh out through his nose and turned the rest of his body to face the same direction he'd turned his head. To this particular dragon, any well-aimed arrow might as well be a black arrow, but there was no need to let anyone know that just yet. ]

You there! [ He didn't need to raise his voice all that much for it to carry, as large as he was in comparison. ] Yes, you. I see you and your little bow. Either get on with it or leave, I don't have all day.

[pterosaur]

[Janine draws her head back a little.]

:Most people don't notice. All right. The 'how' I'm not sure about. A thing happened, two weeks ago.: [she... does not want to spill all to a strange adult.] :Now my essence isn't like normal. It doesn't fit my body, so it leaks. I think.:

:As for why, I can't talk otherwise.: [When she speaks there is usually an underlayer of soft croaks and caws. For a moment she she just makes a few of those noises.] :Very hard to get understood like that.: