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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[13th_member]

...Yeah, I'm fine. [No, no he isn't. Terrible flashbacks are terrible.]

I just... ['want to find Sora'] don't want to disappear. [Again.]

Sorry about that. [This whole situation probably looks strange, so it's hard not to be self-conscious as he slowly begins to recollect himself. Deep breaths.]

[dualizing]

Oh. In that case, you don't need to be sorry at all.

[ NiGHTS could relate to that, but she keeps her mouth shut. It's not a pleasant experience to vanish from anything, whether you come back or not. Although she seems more confused than sympathetic. ]

Do you humans do that?

[rube]

[the amount of panic that rushes through ben is remarkable. he's up so quickly he almost falls again, stumbling over himself as tries to make sure no one steps on the girl as he straightens himself. he licks his lips nervously, eyes darting to the people that ignore their issue and continue on with their business.

ben himself is a grubby looking young man, covered in dust and dirt with clothes that are plenty dirty, but he still holds his hand out to the girl, eyes apologetic.]

So sorry, miss. Didn't see you.

[his stance is awkward and stiff as he waits for her to take his hand, but from the looks of her, he's not so sure she'll accept his help.]

[aiwendil]

"What about a tree?" Radagast wasn't sure where House was going with this. Men were such a particular race, how Gandalf put up with it he had no idea. "You have spoken to the trees as well?" the wizard asked, narrowing his eyes in surprise. "They are quite friendly here!" he added, smiling suddenly as if they shared a secret.

"Something? Anything could be here!" Radagast said as if the danger was right there, right now. Maybe he was a little more on edge due to the fact being inside was not something he was used to but the magic around them didn't help that either.

[notavirtue]

[Ben wasn’t the only one trying to find a way out, or at the very least, trying to put some distance between himself and all that madness of a feast. Though he hadn’t strayed too far from the great hall, Javik already found this place difficult to navigate. If he’d thought frigates like the Normandy had too much wasted space and a nonsensical design, this place was going to drive him right up the wall.

He kept his hands straight at his sides, finding that there was more than enough to offend his sense of smell and sight. Opening himself up to reading the history of this place through his sensory ability would just be too much. He was still seething over the fact he was even here, leaving an even worse scowl on his face than usual.

Prowling the halls, Javik was hard to miss in his bright red armor. Four eyes combed over every last detail around him, but settled on Ben when he came into sight. Javik couldn’t tell if his clothes made him native or not, since most humans he saw were in full combat gear. The man didn’t appear intoxicated at least, meaning it was possible he’d have a coherent answer about this place. Any one of the imps around could serve that purpose, but he’d rather ask something he could recognize.]

Human. Are you familiar with this place?

[thearseman]

Of course not. That's not stopping him, though. [He edges back from her a little. Just to be on the safe side.]

You're being ridiculous. [Rudy shakes his head at Too, then leans towards Alisha dropping his voice to a stage ridiculous.] He's being ridiculous.

[Because he totally couldn't hear that, right? He takes an extra large gulp of coffee, mostly to spite himself, then raises his voice back to its usual volume.]

Don't listen to him. He's just being paranoid. [He shoots himself an offended look.] D'you see what you've done to her? You've gone and upset her. You're a miserable prick, you are. You really are.

[rube]

[he winces just slightly as she takes his hand, but he's thankful for her forgiveness, offering a short nod in return as he hoists her back up onto her feet. the girl is so light that the motion is almost graceful, even if he withdrawals his hands so quickly it's as if she's burned him.]

Fine. Just fine.

[he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, watching the girl warily. he's not entirely sure if he should just leave her, but he may as well ask a few questions while he can, despite his discomfort.]

You ain't from the places these people are from, are you?

[wolfskin]

[ a wolf never does well inside a cage, a direwolf even less so.

where a wolf would thrash and snarl against the bars trapping it, robb remains calm. eerily so. he wears the mask of the lord, hiding his disquiet and distrust, refusing all food and drink for there is little that binds these people to the guest right of his lands. the food could be laced with poison, as too the drink.

so the feasting is ignored and the young wolf searches instead. searches for any who bare the familiar look or sound of westeros, searches for the faces of his family or friends. for his mother and sisters and little brothers, as selfish as such a hope feels.

it is her dress that draws his eye, simple yet familiar in the manner of it's making (for a second he thinks he sees someone familiar.) so he approaches, expression softening to prevent scaring the girl. it is likely she has been stolen from her home the same as robb, he does not wish to cause her more stress than she must already be suffering. ]

My lady. [ a simple greeting with a short bow of his head. robb may not be wearing his crown, but he is a king still and it shows in his mannerisms. ] I would ask you a question, if you would permit it.

[huge_egomd]

House's intended explanation of the relationship between the birds and the trees was completely derailed by the rest of what Bird Man had to say. "Talk...? No, no conversing with the wood." And then, because he just had to know, "Do they talk back to you?"

House was starting to feel on edge himself. He'd been doing a pretty good job of just going with the crazy flow--the wine helped--but he was really starting to wonder what might jump out from the shadows. "What kinds of anythings? Scary anythings? Are we talking monsters or men with really big swords or boy bands?"

[rube]

[ben had been too distracted by his own thoughts and mere confusion to really be paying attention to the people around him. there are people roaming here and there, but they aren't people that he wants to speak to. they are all in the same boat, as far as he's concerned, and it's what makes him continue on through the halls for an answer.

as soon as someone addresses him, ben turns around, expecting a man, and instead finding -- well, he isn't too sure what's standing in front of him. his mouth falls open and his brows twist together in a mix of awe and surprise, lips tugging down into a frown as he takes in the thing's appearance.

he's quiet for a moment before he decides to speak,]

What in the hell are you?

[a little rude. oops.]

[notavirtue]

[Javik waited for the words to come, though it was far from patient as his expression gradually darkened. It wasn't the first time someone had looked at him like that, or even asked him that question, but it was no less annoying. What did it matter what he was? Half of the people back home didn't even believe him, anyways.]

I am prothean. [He crossed his arms over his chest.] Answer my question.

[Rude is only the beginning, it seems.]

sob y'all gonna break his heart (more)

[bythewaves]

Maglor shakes his head and bites back another cry as he lands on his hands, the shock of the collision breaking some of his shock. The familiar voice has him looking up in shock.

"Tylpë?" He goes pale(r) - why is Celebrimbor here? He left them, didn't he? Hadn't he managed to escape their curse? "What... what are you doing here?

good morning~ *goes to fetch caffeine*

[bythewaves]

Any onlookers would have cause to wonder which is the senior here, as Maglor weeps into Celegorm's shoulders and spills tumbled apologies into his shirt.

I am sorry I was not there. I am sorry I let you die. I am sorry I was not good enough to keep you safe. I am sorry I could not make you happy

When the tears slow to something more manageable, Maglor pulls back just enough to look at his brother, memorizing a face he thought he'd never see again

kami glass | the lynburn legacy | 02

[whereyoubegin]

[ A tiny Asian girl suddenly pops up in your path, her smile wide and a bit manic. ]

Hello! I'm Kami Glass writing on behalf of The Nosy Parkerette, and if you have a moment I'd like to ask you a few questions about our sudden predicament. How do you feel about being abducted by fairies for potential blood sport, do you believe in Peter Pan, and what's the worst nightmare you've ever had?

[ Fairies are real? Tell Kami something shocking, like, the world actually is flat and the moon really is made of cheese. Beings of incomprehensible power attempting to manipulate her for their own ends? Must be Tuesday. Being kidnapped at least is new, and she's not happy about that. ]

[whereyoubegin]

[ Her stomach lurches nervously in this place, fear and excitement commingling in a tense knot. Kami holds her drink cupped between two hands like a toy ball, the cool glass a comfort pressed against her chest. Magic is real, there are strange women in the woods, so the existence of fairies doesn't shock her as much as it should. It's what they might want that sets her ill at ease, and the gnawing wonder in her mind at where they draw their power from.

When she catches the other girl's eyes from across the room, she makes a harried dash to approach her, desperate for some human company, something real.

Besides, she's never been one to let someone fade away if she can help it. ]

Do you mind if I sit - er, stand with you?

good morning!!

[avisionofwar]

Celegorm stares for a long moment, his expression going increasingly still while he watches his brother weep against him. He moves them, just a little, Maglor nearer to the wall, Celegorm's narrower body shielding him at least a little from any eyes that might see this moment of weakness, this fragility.

Perhaps it is a shadow of the curse upon him, hounding thought and memory, ruthless as wolves in winter. Driving them all Maglor a briefly a little closer to the edge of madness.

So he strokes his brother's back, in the same slow and soothing matter he would gentle an upset horse, and does not speak until Maglor has leaned back a little. "Shhhh, shhhh. Speak no more of such things. I..." He swallowed, thickly. "Show me your hands, Maglor; we must get them cared for."

[whereyoubegin]

[ Kami is making a headlong dash down the hallway to somewhere when she careens around a corner and straight into the other girl. ]

Oof! [ She throws her hands out to grab Usagi's and keep them both from falling, though the end result is that they wind up doing a little twirl. ] Oh god, I'm so sorry, are you okay?

Setting: NIMH GLEANNE | Enter SEELIE, stage left.

[waterbearer]

[ Kaldur is still not sure what he makes of this new world, and the task before him. The task does not settle well across his shoulder. Surely, evil must be stopped, but natures can be changed, for good and for worse, and to recklessly condemn and kill is something that does not sit well upon his shoulders.

All death, even the most noble of sacrifices, is something to be mourned.

So he has taken to walking. And walking.

The forest he finds himself in is cool, and somewhat familiar, bringing to his mind the nostalgia of team camp-outs and bonding, missions and lifetimes. It's almost funny, he'd never thought that he would consider his life as a hero uncomplicated.

He isn't expecting to find another in his walk of solitude, not to mention in this deep level of distress. Instinct, perhaps, gives him caution, but Kaldur is not one to let another suffer alone. ]

Are things all right with you?

[rapunzelf]

[If that was so then why had they lost all contact? For it didn't make sense. But she tries to summon a smile. It's still not nearly as bright as once it had been.]

It would be foolish to waste this opportunity, I will agree.

dittooooo

[lastoftheline]

Celebrimbor barely flinches at that nickname, turning away from it cutting down the agonized path through his memories it will take him. He forces himself to focus on the only slightly less painful appearance of his uncle. Maglor, who was lost, never seen again.

But then again, he himself was supposed to be dead.

"I...I don't know." The smith admits lowly. His fingers tremble slightly, but he doesn't release his grip. "You...We thought you were lost." He adds softly.

[whereyoubegin]

[ Kami smooths down her ruffled red skirt self-consciously, fiddles with the big bow-shaped buttons of her sweater. She smiles and sidles in next to the girl, keeping a polite space between them, and leans against the wall. ]

Hadn't even crossed my mind. The people here - they're beautiful but they all look a bit strange, you know? The ones that have human shapes look a little...off. You're pretty, but it's a normal kind of pretty.

[ She bites her lips and laughs. ] Sorry. Is that strange? I'm Kami, Kami Glass.

[somethingprecious]

[He accepts this silly show of physical affection with another huff and a frown and starts walking.]

Yes we have to go. The library will have maps, much more in detail than this one and information about this strange world. With proper information we can prepare ourselves.

[rube]

[ben only asks because she's dressed differently. most of the people around them were dressed ... well, he isn't too sure how they were dressed. some were in clothes he's never seen before in his life. compared to him, they were wealthy and "futuristic".

now it's not only his eyes that show suspicion, but his entire face. he narrows his eyes at her before he concludes that she must be important somewhere, so he decides to go along with it.]

Ben Hawkins. [a beat,] Born of nowhere special.

[he's a little surprised that she's dipping her head to him, too. he's never been treated with much respect, and for it to be coming from a girl leaves him not knowing how to react. it must be normal for her.]

[wolfskin]

[ she raises her head to look at him and robb's heart leaps into his throat. it has been so long since he has seen his sisters, but he has not forgotten their faces. in his memories they are smiling and laughing in the halls of winterfell. in his memories they are happy, all of them, with father and mother.

her hair is wrong, darker than it should be, but her eyes are still the same. those tully blue eyes that he shares. her brown hair turns to red in his eyes and he cannot shake it. robb's mask slips and shock decorates his lines, a shock and disbelief that it could be his sister standing before him. (how little he knows.) ]

San─ [ her name stumbles forth from his mouth, broken up out of fear should he speak it fully she shall disappear from his sight. he thinks he reach out and touch her, to calm the distress that shines so clearly in her eyes but he cannot lift his hands. ]

Is it─ Can it truly be you?

[ by the gods, he prays it is. by the old gods and the new, he hopes so selfishly that sansa is returned to him. ]

[rube]

[ben eyes the 'prothean' silently, cants his head to the side, and seemingly accepts it. there's not really anything he himself can do about it, and coming from a carnival, he's seen his fair share of weird. hell, he's got a few weird tricks up his sleeve, too.]

Don't got any answers for you, sir.

[he spares a glance over his shoulder, letting out a small, frustrated sigh.]

Nothin' personal, but I got places I need to be.

[he takes a hesitant step back, but he has a feeling the guy'll probably throw a few more questions at him before letting him go.]