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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[actually112]

[A little boy with bandages around his torso and arrows tattooed on his arms, legs, back and head notices the sad woman after passing by three times. He has been exploring after having had some medical attention, and trying to get a feel of the people around this place.

Of course, it took him embarrassingly long time to notice that the lady isn't, in fact, a statue.

He stops in front of her, blinking curiously.]

Um... excuse me? Ma'am?

[He awkwardly waves at her, wondering if she'll even notice him. Maybe she's one of the natives and doesn't want to talk to him?]

Damon Salvatore | The Vampire Diaries | The Station (Open)

[withbite]

[The castle was a little more archaic than he was used to, making him feel like he'd walked into a bad renaissance fair. He'd made his rounds and paid particular attention to the types of drinks here, finding one he liked and sticking with it until he'd heard about a station that was like a little bit of transported home. Not entirely, of course, but it was, like a bad ren fair, one of those blips of allowed tech places and he decided to wander down to see what sort of blip it was.

It was large enough for lodgings and seemed to already have tenants, others milling around, some looking like they'd melt if they stepped foot outside the circle set around it. It was still dark when he'd left the castle, so he couldn't be sure if his ring worked here like it did back home, but he was going to assume it did -- until it didn't. So for now, Damon could be found milling around the Station, checking it and its inhabitants out with a pilfered bottle of whatever drink he'd decided he liked as he debated on getting something a little richer from someone and who that might be. Eventually...]

[actually112]

[Aang's face falls. He had been hoping for a more hopeful prognosis, but to be fair, he hadn't expected it. If they're getting out of this world any time soon, they're not getting out playing by the rules.

Then he nods, hardening his resolve.] Yeah, I can walk. [He starts walking towards where Roxas nodded. He's not sure how far they'll go, but he doesn't care. Anywhere they can talk in confidence is worth it.]

[dualizing]

If flying were that easy, we'd both see a lot more people in the air. But it is pretty simple. All you have to do is dualize with me.

[ She keeps her hand out after the shake, smiling cheerfully. It's an awful sudden question to ask someone she's only just met, but he seems genuine. ]

Would you like to try?

[feelsregret]

[it takes her a moment or so to realize that the young voice is addressing her, and she looks up from her goblet, her expression remaining stoic and forlorn. large clear eyes trace the tattoos and she tilts her head in a subtle manner that's not entirely human.

she doesn't rise from her seat and she doesn't wave back. it's not that she's unfriendly (although maybe it's because she is) she's just an old proud lonely thing in a new dying body.

so she's a bit aloof. though there's something about this boy that keeps her from ignoring him. a certain something she can no longer sense.]

You are marked.

[it's said bluntly, again looking at his tattoos.]

[13th_member]

[Roxas...has no clue what he's really getting himself into, but considering the offer and Night's amiable disposition, he's not that worried. While the term 'dualizing' earns a quick look of confusion, he chuckles while taking her hand again.]

Not familiar with that, but it can't hurt to try.

[He's jumped down from a skyscraper & survived. It's all good.]

[rekhyt]

Like mine and unlike. There is a whole cosmos out there to choose from, and the people in charge seem intent on the choosing!

[He smiles wickedly at the question.]

Oh, certainly. But then a healthy amount of fear in the proper situations can be quite useful in staying alive, don't you agree?

[actually112]

[Aang has met a lot of creatures that are not human, but he has not yet met one that takes the form of a human (unless, of course, one counts Yue, but she was still pure human when he last saw her). Thus, he notices how something seems a little... off, but it makes him do little more than cock his head.]

Uh, you mean the arrows?

[He gestures vaguely to the arrow on his brow.] Yeah, they mean I've mastered airbending.

You have a mark too. [It only occurs to him after the words are out that that might be rude.]

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor turns that over in his head consideringly - well, he isn't being lied to outright, nor is he being told that he is safe from harm. He is far past the point that any of his decisions have been good, but just this once he is so tired he will trust that he is not in undue danger now ]

It may be seen to be useful, aye - especially in circumstances of the unknown. [ the knife flicks back into its sheathe (the handle is marked with blood and Maglor cannot quite hide the flash of pain) and he drops his guard a little more ]

Are there so many worlds out there? I confess to finding it very strange indeed.

[feelsregret]

[she confused by the word 'airbending', but despite her confusion she asks nothing of it. one hand still holding the goblet, she brings her opposite one up to touch the mark on her forehead. she's seen it in the reflections of the castle, in whatever Molly has managed to polish clean during their stay, and in the reflection of the nameless drink in her hand.

her fingers remain there, unaware of the possible rudeness of his observation. she forgets what the mark is for sometimes, and other times she remembers and it hurts.]

It means I have lost something. [her hand drops back to her lap lamely.] It's not the same.

[actually112]

You lost something?

[That sounds mysterious and sad. Clearly, this is something the Avatar can fix.

Aang sits down on the floor next to her chair with a gentle gust of wind, looking up with wide gray eyes.]

What'd you lose? Maybe I can help you find it?

[rekhyt]

[It's not a bad decision, actually, at least this time - but even if it had been, a little knife wouldn't have been able to do much to stop Bartimaeus, not if he wanted him dead. How lucky that he didn't have any interest in killing him.]

We are at war - supposedly, anyway, though it's by far the calmest war I've ever been part of, even taking into account all the boring bits where you're just fortifying your walls. Then again, I haven't been around for as many of those. Certain of my masters preferred to keep their energy in reserve, and only summon me for the really bloody bits. But not our vaunted monarchs this time around, no sir. They haven't even bothered giving us any proper commands, as far as I know. If they have they hardly seem set on enforcing them.

[He notices the blood and the pain and makes a mental note of it, but it's not much use to comment on it now.]

More than I'd ever suspected, based on the variety around these parts. That's how the worlds are, though. Unexpected. Well, to a certain degree - after a point things stop getting quite so interesting. It was almost refreshing to get dragged here and find a few surprises again. Nothing on being at home, naturally, but a sight better than the usual servitude.

[feelsregret]

[she looks mutely startled at the gust of wind, and for a moment she feels as a human woman in awe would have felt, the Lady Amalthea who is to be courted and kept, but the sensation is gone again, fleeting.

she's lost many things. herself, her people, and now her companions. she's as alone as ever and it's a loneliness surely no human would understand.

the unicorn shakes her head.]

It is not something that can be found here.

[windowpain]

[ He is too startled by her action to pull away; instead he stands, frozen, staring at her. There are so many ways he could answer her....

In the end, he can do nothing but blush deeply and stammer. ]

Y-yes, my lady.

[ But the tears have, for the moment, stopped. ]

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor laughs a little, hollowly ]

Our patrons chose unwisely then, if they hope that a cursed son of Feanor will help them win their war - they should have taken another.

A long siege is not unfamiliar to me, alas, although it seems that it might drag as much for the lack of orders, by your telling. You speak of masters - by that you mean the King and Queen?

[actually112]

[She would be surprised how much this little boy understands loneliness.

Aang hugs his knees to his chest, still staring up at her.]

Are you sure? Sometimes we think we've lost something forever, but it can still turn up.

[marred]

[ calm yo farm, clarisse. luke doesn't even know who you're talking about. ]

[ jokes. ]

Yeah, wasn't planning on it. But something tells me you're gonna find an excuse to hit me, anyway, so. [ luke drops the food in his hand onto the table and spreads his arms out wide. he's mocking her, just a little. goading her into doing it. because that's what he deserves, right? not elysium. he deserves this — trapped in this weird as hell place with an angry clarisse la rue for company. ] Lets get this over with.

[rekhyt]

Oh, you don't need to worry about that. There are plenty of people who got dragged into this who are much more useless than you.

[He sounds surprisingly cheerful when saying this, and also quite matter-of-fact. He does not question Maglor's insistence that he's useless - he'd know best, after all. A good self-portrait of what you could and could not do was always a good thing to have.]

We weren't chosen for our combat prowess, but for some shard of a gem that we are supposed to bear. Apparently it materializes when we're dead, and we're supposed to collect them. All seems a bit rubbish to me, but there you have it.

That's the best I've been told or have seen, though admittedly nobody here seems terribly communicative.

[feelsregret]

[she probably would.

she looks down at him, eyes clear and unblinking.]

What I'm looking for is not here.

[her voice catches in her throat and soft skin furrows in what resembles frustration.]

I will die here, trapped, and everything will remain lost.

[beleg]

[The pictures on this 'tablet' was very clear and crisp and clean, completely different from the painted pictures Beleg is used to.]

I see. [Beleg taps one of the pictures and it expands to fill the screen. It's a picture of the Hidden Falls.] A beautiful place it depicts, but one I have not seen before.

[beleg]

Surely my memory has failed me and it was someone else who went on a dangerous quest for an even more dangerous jewel.

years later I return...!

[orcsurfing]

[ True to the meaning of his name, Legolas does wander aplenty, like a leaf taken whither wind blows, but with a sense and reason of his own, unlikely to send himself into peril entirely unnecessary.

The smile remains, only sharpened around the edge for the tease that slips past, entirely lacking in any seriousness. ]

What if I send the word right now? Will you wind up joining me right away after all?

[ In truth, however, Legolas respects his father's wish to remain at Caer Glaem for the time being. Entirely content with the promise of Thranduil joining him at a later point in his visit. ]

[actually112]

If House needed more reasons to think this was a delusion, there was a bald boy wrapped in what looked like robes from a Tibetan monastery. With bandages around his torso. And a big narrow staff. And blue arrows tattooed on his arms, legs, back, and head.

Who was struggling to open a window on the second floor of the castle because he didn't seem to understand there were latches keeping it shut.

"Ugh! Come on, window, work with me--ow!"

He hissed and wrapped an arm around his abdomen, wincing in pain. He frowned at the window as if it had given him some grave insult before glancing up at the sound of House's shuffling footsteps.

"Oh, hi! Do you mind helping me open this? I want to jump out of it but I don't want to break the glass."

[rapunzelf]

[Her smile fades a little as a puzzled expression overtakes it.]

It was? What was this, Beleg?

ned | pushing daisies | arrival / around / god what am i doing :(

[consistency]

[ Ned has a question. Well, Ned has a few questions. One: why him? Two: what even was that? Three: who are all of these…people? He is unsure whether or not that would be the best suited term, but it seems rude to assume otherwise so he settles for that, for the moment. All around him people are talking, eating, and generally carrying on in a way that makes him feel strangely separate, as if he is one unreal component to the scene playing out.

A clumsy misstep backward as he almost trips over someone's errant foot, however, proves this is false: the rather pointy eared fellow sends him a glare and Ned mumbles an apology as he tries to disappear into the substantial crowd.

Short-lived retreat that it is, he tugs at his collar and slips down the nearest open looking hall. Here the noise dims and he finds it pleasantly cooler, a moment to lean against the wall and just breathe. His hands don't quite shake. Funny, he thinks, though it does not feel especially so; his calm around the dead has increasingly been without compare, but thrown into whatever this is has him spinning. Then again, he never was too fond of change and this takes the cake.

Or the pie, rather.

If he tries to go back over how he got here, it just feels that much sillier. Could it be a dream? He exhales and rubs his face with both hands. Pull yourself together.

He probably should have been paying more attention (what's a Seelie again…something about death before dishonor…something) when he was more or less debriefed on arrival but he was occupied -- just a tad -- you know, internally gaping and wondering what in god's name he ate before going to sleep that caused him to trip so thoroughly. Now it's been hours and well, that likelihood feels less and less probable.

Which is. You know. Great. Not. Great. Oh boy.

Ned leans up off the wall and stuffs his hands in his pockets half for safekeeping and half because lord knows what else he's got to do with them. He lets his feet wander farther down the hall, away from the main hub of activity. Ned loves people but for so long it has been at a careful distance. Only a chanced few have ever come through that quietly engineered bubble, and only recently -- the one is old and new all the time. Change is not his specialty and he knows it, so he channels his calm and holds onto it as best he can.

Take it in stride.

What else can he do? ]