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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[overdraws]

Allison shakes her head. "Like I said, nothing much. They're really into keeping promises and not being beheld to people. Don't say thank you, for instance. And they like to use loopholes. So be really careful what you say."

[overdraws]

I think Prince William wears khakis. [ It's delicious, if anything, and Allison snags another little bit off his plate, chewing thoughtfully. ]

You're right, though, [ She says, as a lovely woman dressed in what could only be described as a Lord of the Rings style gown walks past. ] I feel really under dressed.

[onetruealphatorulethemall]

[Scott actually saw one of the Lord of the Rings movies with Stiles once, though he couldn't name which one. This was definitely that kind of style. He watches the woman walk past as well.]

I'd probably look weird dressed like that though.

[overdraws]

[ Allison looks back to him, and shakes her head. ] You think so? I think you'd look okay. Maybe not a dress, but... [ She scans the crowd, and then nods towards a male someone dressed a little more stereotypical fantasy. ] Maybe that? I think you could pull off the cloak and leather leggings.

[icy]

[ Just call him a genuine service to the needy. ]

Yeah, I'm pretty much done for the night, anyway.

[ As evidenced when they round the corner where frost glimmers on the portraits, icicles dangles off the banisters of stairs and on suits of armour. Someone will have to clean that off tomorrow but it won't be Jack, so carpe diem. ]

You said your home's wintry, where'd you come from?

[bythewaves]

Life... or our own selves, maybe.

[ Maglor grimaces a bit - going home would be... well. If he thinks on it seriously, there is no going home, is there? Not for a kinslayer. What would he have done, if he returned now? Here is as good as any, but he wants no part in this war ]

Have you a chance to explore widely then? There are always places that will take those who wish to vanish.

[rekhyt]

Well, honestly, isn't that what life usually is?

[He may have a point there.]

I've explored some. The problem, as you shall find, is that there's rather a lot here. Besides, it's not much use just hiding away forever - if nothing else, I've found it pays to be a bit more flexible than that.

[breadmaking]

Done...what?

[His gaze is on Jack as they round the corner, but as he catches sight of a glimmering out of the corner of his eye, Hiccup turns his head. ...And suddenly it makes sense.]

Never mind. [Though now he's wondering if Jack doesn't just do this to make peoples' lives difficult. Even if he has to admit, it's kind of...pretty. In a really cold sort of way.]

Oh, yeah, I did, didn't I? I'm from Berk. Buuut you've probably never heard of it. [Shrugging, he gives a little eye roll.] Wintry's putting it lightly. More than half the year we've got snow. And about half of that, we're more or less trapped inside by it all.

[Maybe slight exaggeration there. But very slight.]

[bythewaves]

[ A whole wide world. Despite himself, a part of Maglor wakes up in interest. Lands he has never seen, lakes he has never drunk from. He looks up and out into the forests around them and wonders. ]

There is no home for me to return to whence I came. Yet, if I am to be trapped here, I would rather it be on my own terms, than our patrons. Forever may be a long time to hide, but I find it more pleasing than the thought of remaining here to fight another war.

THROWS A TANTRUM i hate html oh my god

[galahads]

I was in London. There are none too many sheep and cows for Fair Folk to knock about with. ( a beat and a sideways glance at her. ) Or Welshmen. It's a rather lonely existence. ( it doesn't answer her questions, he knows, and he's quiet for a moment whilst he thinks about how he ought to. all in the court were now, evidently, aware of the reality of fair folk, of creatures even that mundanes wouldn't think to consider fair folk. he presses his lips together tightly, momentarily, and then laughs, the noise punctuated by the shake of his head. perhaps a bending of the truth— )

I followed one. ( a shrug; eavesdropping and making his way round the party, forcing oneself into private and not-so-private conversations has its uses. that this one is proving to be less than fruitful is neither here nor there — it was bound to happen eventually, after all. ) We all did, or else we were dragged. Fair Folk have little interest in manners past obtaining what they want. ( there's a ghost of a smile at that; he can imagine it being thrown straight back at him — by tessa, by jem, by charlotte, or even by jessamine. before continuing, though, he yawns — what he wouldn't give for a bed — and waves a hand disinterestedly an vaguely at their surroundings. ) I've the gift of Sight. ( an easy excuse for a degree of familiarity with downworlders, and nothing more than a simplification of the truth — detailing her as to the nature of shadowhunters, of downworlders and of mundanes, having then to discuss inevitable questions and how and why— even if it were allowed, it's nothing he wants to get into. for a moment, he's glad he'd made sure, earlier in the night, that he removed the daggers attached to the belt on his trousers and tucked them, sheath and all, on the inside of his trousers, before untucking his shirt. advertising that one had weapons, he thought, was bound to go disastrously wrong at some point during the festivities — and it was a means to avoiding unwanted questions. )

You'd be surprised at what pours your drink when you're really looking, and— ( a touch mournfully, ) —how many attractive young women are just Fey in disguise hoping to lure a hapless young Welshman off the beaten tracks and into the land of fairy. ( a pause and a sigh. ) I can hardly blame them, of course, but I'd rather be asked before being recruited into a war. I'm quite busy, you know: I'd intended on spending the 'morrow sleeping until past noon, pestering the kitchen servants for a truly delicious breakfast in spite of the hour passing and ensuring it was to be nothing with potatoes. ( he lowers his voice to a conspiratorial whisper: ) The cook's Irish, you see.

sdkjh HAHA I AM GLAD!! man, he'll like Ned once he stops weirding him out so much lmfdsfj

[orcsurfing]

[ The more relaxed manner in which this stranger responds is a relief, even if it comes with an odd delay in which Legolas did grow steadily more concerned. But all that is wiped clear when it seems Legolas' own sense of calm has the desired effect. He smiles then, with ease keeping the dissonance between the familiarity and the unfamiliarity far in the back of his mind; the differences, in the end, outweigh the familiarities. No point in letting his own concerns shine through when he's trying to soothe another's.

Still, though, even the height is right and Legolas has to look up, nearly half a head shorter; the width of the shoulders, as well, though the many, many years of battles and fighting are lacking from the posture.

It bothers him none that the response refers barely to his words, but rather to his tone. Legolas shakes his head, hair a silky spill across his shoulders and back. Pale gold, smooth and pliable. ]

I may not be responsible for you being here, but my heart goes out to you and all those who have not answered the summons out of their own volition.

[ He pauses, briefly, his smile twitches a little, taking up a sheepish quality and he ducks his head in a polite incline. ]

But... there is one thing I must apologise for and I beg for forgiveness for startling you the way I did. There has been something familiar about you of which I have caught but a glimpse and it is what drew me to you.

mklsdklnefds SOB SORRY LEGOLAS 8< ned is such a spaz hahaldsd

[consistency]

[ Because Ned is Ned, half his feelings may be found in his little motions: the almost urgent way his hands keep reinstating themselves in his pockets, the draw of his brows in small twitches of reaction, and of course the quirk of his mouth often halfway both directions to a smile and a question mark. ]

Well that's...that's really kind of you. [ He means it, ducks his head for a second just wondering to himself how many are here of their own accord and what it means for anyone who isn't. Ned doesn't like overly much interaction, much less confrontation, much much less fights. War -- just the word -- makes him dizzy. Wake up, is a phrase he keeps telling himself between breaths but it's not working. When he glances at him again, it's thoughtful, the trace anxiety from before just a ripple across his surface, if still inevitably there. ] Not necessary, but kind.

[ And Ned has always appreciated kindness even if he did not always recognize it right away. Absently, his hands escape his pockets and he folds his arms across his chest instead, palms under his elbows.

Closer to a smile now, he doesn't think anything of it that he has to look a bit down because his whole life beyond puberty has long since had him accustomed to this. It isn't even a passing consideration that the blond has a specific reason for speaking to him outside of a generous friendliness.

Well, it isn't until he says it is. Ned tips his head further to the side. ]

Huh? [ Articulate. He never claimed to be. Lucky for him. ] I mean, you don't...I'm just jumpy, [ his laugh confirms it, those bottled nerves near palpable in the up-down of his voice. ] So it's not your fault -- if anything it's mine, but...'familiar'?

How?

[ For all his height, the quizzical pinch of his brows has always lent Ned a strangely puppy-dog reminiscent look. Not that he knows, and not that he'd appreciate the comparison especially, but suffice to say his clueless stare does what most ignorance does: drags a few years off quite neatly. ]

[thearseman]

Yours is just coffee. His isn't.

[He shoots a pointed look at Rudy One whose jaw drops despite this being an ongoing argument and this being far from the first time he's heard it.]

So now you're calling me disgusting? I am not disgusting. [He turns to Alisha for back up. She'll support him, right? ] Alisha, tell him. Tell him I'm not disgusting.

[aphrodisiacs]

[ alisha arches her brow and chooses this moment to drink her coffee. she doesn't particularly like lying, especially not in a situation where she'll contradict herself seconds later. ]

[ and she pulls a face, almost poking her tongue out. ] Fucking disgusting. Only drink that shit if you hate yourself.

[ drink up, rudy. ]

HAHAH it's okay omg

[hexuality]

[ The last bit catches her off-guard, enough that a startled laugh escapes before she can curb it with the vague annoyance she'd been feeling since he approached her. Ginny bites down on her bottom lip and glances away, ears burning, and she brushes past the candor of his afternoon plans and latches onto the real conversation, the fact they're all here: being recruited into a war. That's the hardest thing of all to swallow here, the idea that they're being so grandly welcomed and expected to—what? Feel like comrades with their captors? Enough to fight for them, never mind that the truth lies in whether or not they can return home?

Maybe she really did get knocked out by a garden gnome. ]

You said you've got the gift of Sight? [ Which carries a different meaning at home. ] Personally, I don't know how much good seeing the future will do you here. Predict the outcome of this war, maybe. [ She pauses, eyes roaming the party in turn, her voice dropping. ] Though, I don't know if true Seers could ever... [ No one knew the extent of their war, the damage, the losses. Ginny exhales, visibly shaking off the malaise, resisting the urge to reach for her wand just to feel the comforting warmth of it against her palm. ] I'm done with wars. Maybe that doesn't make a difference, being here, but...

[ She shrugs, brushing a hand through her flaming hair, finally looking back at him. He still hasn't won her over, but they're all in this together—or something like it, right? ]

It's magic, isn't it. Beings and witches and things hiding in plain sight, that's what you're talking about? It's just what it is at home. It's seeing everything out in the open like this that's amazing.

[thearseman]

I hate him. Does that count?

[He'll assume yes and drain most of the rest.]

[hexuality]

[ She shakes her head quickly, nose wrinkling, freckles scrunching. ]

Bloody hell, no. I've already gotten turned around exploring this place. It's a wonder I made it back to the food at all. [ She presses her lips together, looking out to everyone and everything, considering. ] It's just—I don't know, I was hoping for a bit more explanation. I've people at home, you know, I'm sure we all do. Bit rude to just bugger off without a word.

[aphrodisiacs]

[ alisha thinks to toss her coffee, but she crosses her arms and uses it as something like a bouncing ball instead. her hip juts out and so does the cup. ]

Does that mean you hate yourself?

[thearseman]

No. Of course not. I fucking love meself.

[God, Alisha. Why is that such a hard concept to understand?]

[aphrodisiacs]

[ she doesn't need rudy to tell her that he loves himself. it's quite clear in how he goes on about his cock and his prowess in bed. ]

[ or lack of both. ]

[ she uses her coffee as if it's a pen, gesturing with it in his direction. her eyes are narrowed. ] But you hate him, yeah? [ she points at rudy too. ]

never be sorry!! it's cute :> and Legolas is quite patient! also legit not flirting...

[orcsurfing]

[ It's curious, the variety of emotions pass across the stranger's features and all the little motions that speak through the body language; all different, all distinct, all so full of life and quite endearing in truth. It seems he is easy to read like a book and young, so young like many children of the Men though with his bearing resembling that of a Hobbit, or at least some of the Hobbits Legolas knew.

It is, in truth, quite endearing.

At the question he raises a hand, absently without a threat to the gesture and his knuckles are a barely there brush across a high cheekbone, like a touch of butterfly wings, fluttering and fleeting. ]

Your features, but only in the way of the Men. It is not enough to make a mistake, but it is a curiosity nonetheless.

[ His own feelings easily bleed into his expression, much like Ned's, though not so much into his body language. Legolas remains relaxed, but his eyes say what there is to say: they speak of love and adoration, bright in the dimly lit hall. ]

You resemble, if by a fraction only [ Though quite enough to be recognisable and his gaze grows distant now with a light flutter of eyelashes, as if searching his memory - long and vast as it is - for the time that has passed. ] someone I have not seen in... ninety years now, perhaps, it is hard to keep count of years when there is no need for it. It would be a lie to say that it is not a soothing sight, despite all.

But... no matter. [ He ought not daydream right in this moment, lose himself in memories fond and heartwarming and Legolas gathers himself once more without much fuss, reminding himself of manners. ] I am Legolas, son of Thranduil of the Woodland Realm. I may be in a situation similar to yours, but whatever help I can offer, I will gladly do so.

jlskdf <3 <3 baw legolas ;-; your dad love cries deeply

[consistency]

[ One of two things tends to happen when someone tries to touch Ned in any way: he beats a hasty retreat or he freezes into a statue. In this case, it's the latter, but even at that it's not as severe as it ordinarily is. Chalk it up to the nonthreatening and -- in a sense -- barely-there nature to the contact; chalk it up to how Ned cannot possibly miss the flicker of emotion present here. He doesn't move until the other reaches the part about ninety years. Then he has to blink. Still, he holds his silence, listening as the blond continues.

All this time there has been a certain quality of....Ned isn't certain of the word he wants. Elegance? Not quite it, though also not inaccurate. Formality? No. And yes. Ah...something grand? Is it too much to call it that? Then again, is it too much to believe all of this in the first place?

Note to self: you wake the dead. You wake the dead.

It's this near-third persuasion that cements his decision now to at least give this whole experience the benefit of the doubt. When he himself is a creature of unlikely ability, it seems only fair.

And the company he's kept so far has been nice besides.

Smile still there, it bears a more confounded look than before even as he returns the courtesy, ]

Nice to meet you. I'm Ned.

[ He feels silly and he can't explain why, so he hurries on, ] And thanks. I....I'm not sure why they called me. Honestly.

I'm a pie maker but...if I can ever help you...I mean, I will.

[ He has the sense that Legolas' words come in on some sort of age-old decibel that belongs only in stories, but standing here he is quite real. Distinct features. Ned won't forget or mistake anyone else for him, certainly. And he cannot shake the immediate and somehow striking sense of memory and...dare he say it...love expressed just moments before.

Just who does he remind him of? Why is it a soothing resemblance? Did you lose someone?

A dozen questions for a couple of answers. Like you do.

On a less soft-hearted note though, that too reminds him to ask even as he realizes it might be very rude: ] But...wait -- sorry you said... ninety years?

[ Ned's face says what he bites his tongue over: You look younger than I am though!!!! He'll have to get used to that one. ]

[rube]

Nice to meet you.

[ben gives javik a once-over, as if deciding whether or not taking him along is a good idea, before he lets out a gruff mumble of fine and turns on his heel to make his way down the hallways. the rooms near the party were bound to have nothing important, even if he may check on them on his way back (if he doesn't get lost in the place first, anyway).

the sounds from the party carry through the halls and he decides the less that he can hear them, the more likely he is to find a clue, or anything, besides the map and locket that he's put delicately into his pockets.

the walk is quiet for the most part; ben doesn't see much of a point of mindless conversation and he's much more focused on checking out the rooms, and he's more than a little in awe of the architecture. if he weren't in such a rush, he'd probably stick around to get a good look of things.]

[rube]

[there's a small hint of sympathy in ben's eyes as he moves to leave, albeit a bit hesitantly. he gives her one last look-]

Be careful, Alayne. Find your pa.

[and he's off, slipping through the crowds to find solace by the wall and, hopefully, light a cigarette to keep him calm. alayne is free to find him again if she wishes.]

[decked]

[isaac lets out a small hum in response, shrugging a shoulder.]

I wouldn't put it past them. [he offers a partial wry smile] And why would it taste different, anyway? Food is food.