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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[beautyfell]

[ Coming up behind him, a tall princess (she could hardly be anything else in such a fine blue dress and crown, surely) takes a peek at the golden drink. Rose probably shouldn't be so nosy, but that's what you get when you live with three busybody fairies your whole life. ]

Why, it doesn't appear to look foul or tainted. What do you suppose it is?

[pterosaur]

[She considers, and neck-shrugs again. Janine too has pretty much rejected the human world. It's never had any use for her.]

:No one here has my allegiance. I don't care for fighting when I don't have to.: [Getting thirsty, but there's not really anything here she could easily drink from. Janine steps back from the table and starts walking, quiet for something her size. He can come with, or not.]

:If they wish me to map, or scout, or find lost people, or hell, decorate, that's a different story. This place is too fancy.:

[firith]

It may be happenstance. There are two languages of elvish, Quenya which was banned long ago and Sindarin, which many if not all elves speak as a result. The majority of names on this map...

[ Cothromach. Sluagh. La Llorona. ]

I do not know what they mean. There needs must be a native language to this land, after all.

[drearily]

[And down below, after having sat off to the side and listened to his talking with the younger boys, is one Wednesday Addams. She's contentedly working on piecing together something, which eventually will be a makeshift crossbow. It's her favorite sort of weapon, and she feels a little naked without having one here.

Especially in a situation like this, where there's boys that are loud and boisterous like Pugsley. It makes her happy, in a bittersweet sort of way. Her parents aren't here, and neither is her brother, and she needs someone to play with. And it looks like that someone is going to be Peter for now, although she probably has no real intention of harming him.

Maybe.]

You know what they say about things that go up, don't you?

[With a smirk, the little girl moves to stand up, taking aim with her decently made play crossbow.]

Just like Icarus, they're always destined to come down.

[If Wednesday Addams had bothered actually trying to make friends at any point in the public school her parents forced her to attend, she would know this wasn't the best way to go about saying hello to someone new. But since she's an Addams, and she's the image of her mother with the impish mind of her father, this is how she attempts to play. I AM SO SORRY PETER.]

[brainiest]

Oh, of course. If this is a different world it stands to reason that it has it's own language. I wonder if there's some way to learn it or study it...

[ She looks over the maps again before she reaches into her bag, tugging out a notepad - at least she'd been able to bring that from home. She purses her lips, starting to write down all the names for research later. ]

Do you think you could tell me more about the language of your world?

[scinlae]

[ eyes flash gold for a one short moment, old words sitting on the tip of her tongue. they almost come lose and bring chaos down upon the revelry. almost.

she forces herself to swallow them and breathe. ]

You best keep your eyes front, else your run into something less kind then I. [ and she is no longer kind. ]

all eloquence perishes in the presence of sean connery

[orcsurfing]

[ Facing a creature large like this, that could easily melt the flesh off his bones and perish him from this world, send him to a fate of waiting in the Halls of Mandos until the end of Arda, Legolas displays a fair amount of composure to stand where he is and threaten a dragon with a flimsy arrow. His resolve grows firm, body taunt and ready to duck or attack.

And yet the dragon doesn't attack immediately. It buys Legolas some time, just enough to soothe his nerves, stop his hand from trembling, though the heart within his breast continues pounding wildly.

When he speaks, it's sharply, in a tone that's demanding and without a single hitch to betray unease. ]

You should leave and return to whatever foul cave you crawled out of.

[ Return to whatever treasures the dragon gathered, bathed in blood of the innocents most likely. Such was the nature of dragons after all, to covet gold, to slay all those who stood in their way. No friends had the dragons, neither had they many foes for killing a dragon for many was a task nearly impossible. ]

You will not lay waste on these lands!

[aliased]

[there is anger and bitterness that brews in arya's heart, feelings that make it grow darker every day, feelings that threaten to erase the sweet arya that once was and replace her with a shadow of herself. each night she repeats the names of those who wronged her then those she loves, the ones she misses each day but she never cries, she does not allow it. robb would never cry. jon would never cry. don't be a baby. even as dreams of their father's death haunts her, she battles back the feelings that might break her.

the world has been cold to arya stark since the day she left winterfell. never before had she understood the words of her house, although she knew what they were supposed to mean, she had never felt the cold. quickly her life had turned from an endless summer to a brutal winter, each time she closed her eyes she saw her father's face, dead and lifeless, even though she never quite saw it in reality. she saw her sister's face too, tears rolling down it, a face that brought on both longing and fury. there were other faces, those of robb and jon, her mother, her younger brothers, even maester ludwin and ser rodrik, but nothing brought her warmth. not even the memories of life that seemed so far away.

this place is strange. she stays in the shadows, along the walls, unsure of how she got here, what trick brought her here. perhaps its a dream. but the aroma of food makes her empty stomach grumble and after a long while, its torture to ignore it. she darts out like a cat, snatching a piece of bread to steal, ready to run should she be caught.

its then she sees him. a ghost. for it must be. how else would she see her father walking, alive, breathing. its a cruel dream she finds herself in and she shakes her head to wake her self up at him, big eyes staring wide at him, both in shock and longing.]

F-Father?

[brainiest]

[ Hermione swallows the odd lump in her throat, leaning back and forcing herself to calm. She's faced far worse than someone like this and she can defend herself if needs be - though she really, really doesn't want to start that here. ]

I will, I'm sorry. I was just a little entranced.

[firith]

There are many. The languages of Middle-Earth are as rife as blades of grass. In the Woodland Realm we speak Sindarin, as do the elves away south and far to the west over the Misty Mountains. Men have always invented a great many tongues and I have not studied Dwarvish runes in all my years. [ A pause. ] Of Orkish and the Black Speech, I will say no more than to name them thus.

[ Gently, he probes back by asking, ] What of your world, Miss Granger? It appears that here, at least, we all share the common speech.

[firith]

I imagine so.

[ How unnerving, to think the essence of anything might bleed and touch his own fea. ]

What is your name?

[scinlae]

[ her name comes from his lips and sets her on edge, a familiar thrum dances about her fingers. she still remembers the last they spoke, the look of realization on his face when she revealed herself. the cavern crumbling and earth falling onto her shoulders.

morgana turns with her chin raised high, determined at the least not to appear as beaten as she currently is.

he will blame her for this, she knows it before he even speaks the words, and for once she will be not the cause. for once it will not be her doing. for once she is utterly innocent. how ironic. ]

As are you, dear brother.

[brainiest]

Sindarin, Dwarvish Runes, Orkish and Black Speech. [ Runes, at least, she's familiar with, though she can't really say anything about Dwarven Runes. Perhaps they share a similarity with Ancient Runes, but she doesn't really have anything with her she can offer to compare. Looking over at the map again, she pauses to take a few more notes before she looks over and offers a soft smile. ]

I wonder if it's magic that's helping us? Because I've never heard of Sindarin. In my world there are dozens of languages spoken by humans and then the languages of all the other races as well, though they're not as widely studied.

[infant]

[ Entirely pleased with himself where he stands atop the table, he takes one look at the crossbow in her hands and flies up, a wild grin in place as he spreads his arms to provide her a better target, dagger glinting in his grip. ]

Then fire! Shoot me down if you can, girl, and have at thee!

[ EVERYONE IS MALADJUSTED HERE. ]

Susan Pevensie | Chronicles of Narnia

[marksqueen]

01.

[this is not the first time Susan has been spirited away against her will. It's happened twice before. This, however, is the first time that she is taken against her will by something tangible. True there is still the feel of magic, but it is not as mysterious and powerful as the magic that pulled her to Narnia.

She isn't sure how to feel about this new world or the task laid out to her. Again, not completely unfamiliar territory but one she never had to face without her siblings at her side.

She is wary and wishes she had her bow. Thankfully the air of Narnia is still fresh in her lungs. It gives her strength she wouldn't otherwise feel]

[pterosaur]

[Her natural suspicion of people has been fighting the effect of that fea. Janine has had her trust betrayed too many times to just give it over now. She will be friendly, in a casual way, but it will not go farther.]

:Janine. Janine Farehouse.:

[She remembers, then, that her plan had been to stop using the name she was born with. Oops.]

:I'll answer to other things too. Haven't come up with anything better yet.:

[infant]

[ Peter soars along at her side, swooping overhead at times as he plays tag with some persistent fairies. ]

That doesn't sound any fun. If we fly together, I'll make a game of it for us. Whoever kills the most, wins.

[marksqueen]

[the Station is a very strange place to her. She has no idea what this WiFi thing is supposed to be, and thus promptly ignores it. She sees a young woman there, perhaps a few years older, looking just as lost and overwhelmed as Susan feels. She quietly approaches.

Susan doesn't look much like a queen, either. They have that in common]

Personally, I prefer a strong cup of tea to coffee.

derek hale | teen wolf

[altercate]

[ this may very well be the strangest thing derek's seen. which is probably saying something, considering the slow motion trainwreck of derek's life. a castle filled with fairies and food, it's maybe not the most ominous setting on the surface, but derek's scowling, hanging back. the air is thick with unfamiliar scents, and it raises derek's metaphorical hackles. nothing here is familiar to him. as far as derek's concerned, that can't mean anything good.

he turns to leave without approaching the table, without circulating through the crowd. what derek wants is a chance to get used to this, to find somewhere quiet and isolated to think his way through this. and possibly to try to get the hell out of here and back to beacon hills in time to evict a hoard of rowdy teenagers from his loft before they broke everything ever. fairy parties? not high on derek's to-do list at the moment. he moves purposefully through the people gathered, not bothering to stop for any pleasantries. ]

Wednesday Addams| The Addams Family | 3

[drearily]

[It's boredom that leads Wednesday to take to the outdoors, and a lack of a cemetery right by living quarters means her usual playground is sorely missed. Without an escort, she wakes up before sunrise one morning and takes to heading toward the north area of Leana. The area's been mentioned to her before a few times, something supposedly interesting for a girl her age. Despite insisting that she's not like any other girl her age, she had to admit that seeing anything was better than sitting around and doing nothing. So off she went, and it took until late afternoon to arrive at her destination.

And upon reaching it, she stands in the field of flowers, standing out entirely in her head to do dark ensemble. The sight of the colorful field of flowers pulls a scowl out of her initially, but quickly turns into the girl shaking with anger and balling her hands into fists. She stands there for hours, glaring out at the flowers, wishing her mother was there to take her by the hand and lead her somewhere else. But her mother isn't here, and she has a long journey back to her quarters, and instead of running off toward them she calmly goes to pick a handful of flowers.

Making sure to pick darker blossoms, she clutches them in both hands and finds a decent clearing to lay down upon. Keeping her body as rigid as possible, she mimics a corpse for as long as she can stand it, flowers tucked calmly in hand. If anyone happens to stumble across her that day, she makes sure to speak clearly and loudly, practicing her dramatic performance skills.]

To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.

[And on and on she monologues until...]

Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.

[And with that, she cracks an eye open, peering over to see if her audience that was there two minutes ago is still lurking about and waiting to applaud her valiant dramatic efforts.]

[consolidating]

Do these words mean something to you, truly?

[ 'dear brother', she says and it sounds as if she's mocking him with the truth of their bond. he'd call her dear sister for true, he would give her what was denied of her until now as justice would have it and morgana -

morgana would stand there, straight and tall and would sneer these words at them as if they are an insult, a mockery of all the things that she had stolen from the both of them and arthur is more angry with her for doing that than for most other things. ]

Do not use this against me, Morgana, you have done so too many times in the past.

[marksqueen]

[Susan catches the end of the boy's story and his display. She can't help smiling a little. He looks human but he reminds her so much of a Narnian in his spirit. The way he speaks to the fairies as friends, maybe, or just his entire nature]

You do know how to draw attention, don't you?

[quietwolf]

[ She's a bonny lass, scared but determined to be brave. ]

I've not seen hide nor hair of my family, though I'll be keeping an eye out. No doubt we'll go home when our new king and queen here are appeased.

[ Wryly spoken. It always comes down to that, in the end. #nedslife ]

[consolidating]

[ she has a point. but then, so does he because!! ]

-- You seem to be overly familiar with poisons.

[ the draught of the living what, now. ]

[pterosaur]

[Long ago, Janine's father died overseas. War may have been involved. Her voice is dry.]

:Count me out. Games like those are tedious. Flying should never be tied to numbers.: