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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[rapunzelf]

Then perhaps I shall come with you. [Hey, never say never.]

[rapunzelf]

Very well. Where should we start?

[She is trying not to sound listless, despite feeling so.]

[aphrodisiacs]

[ alisha wishes she had popcorn or a good soft drink to enjoy this going down. she tries her best not to smile. ]

So, if he's you, and you're him — and you [ she points a knuckle at rudy prime ] hate him [ she nods to rudy too ] — that means you hate yourself, yeah?

[bythewaves]

Slaves? [ Maglor frowns a little ] That sounds ... unpleasant, Master Djinni.

As to that... You have the right of it, I suppose. I do not plan on making it easy for them, however. [ if there is a whole world he can hide in... well, he was planning on vanishing at home, anyway ]

[kingship]

[ No???? Wow, leave the old jokes to the rude people. ]

Ah, good then! [ He will refrain from teasing about that obvious lie. ] How did you wander so far from there in the first place?

[ Why? Because Kougyoku is adorable and naive :( ] No, I'm just exploring, myself.

[redsea]

Oh, I-I see. [ Kougyoku dips her head to hide her disappointment. She was hoping that he would escort her. Anyway, she shouldn't dream too big about Sinbad. She remembers the last time that happened. ]

Well, because of my efforts in the war, [ She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. ] I was granted a royal boon by the court! Although... it wasn't exactly what I had in mind. [ Then, she giggles. ] Would you like to see?

[kingship]

[ He may not escort you to the happy sunshine castle, but he'll still hang out with you for a bit. That's still good right? Of course it is he's Sinbad. ]

Is that so? [ Once she giggles, he grins, propping his leg up and his arms atop his knee. ] Of course!

[redsea]

[ He thinks he's hot stuff but we know whose back is getting worse as we speak. Not that Kougyoku would ever think this!!! She brings her arms close to her chest and shivers in excitement. ]

Okay! But I only have one of them.

[ She runs and pulls something from behind a tree with a flourish. It's a magic carpet of Kou design. ]

Tada! I wasn't sure if it was working, so I asked a court magician to help me...

Faora-Ul | Man of Steel

[300cycles]

[A welcome?

Faora hardly expected a welcome of any kind in a place such as this. No, she had, truly, no idea what was her fate beyond the fate of Krypton and her vengeance for those lost.

But these Unseelie are claiming that she has a shard within her, that she is something special and necessary. A war? Faora had knowledge of war. Yet she has no knowledge of this place, this world. Kryptonians are explorers and colonizers, and somehow this place slipped past them?

It was not unlikely, the universe is forever, seemingly.

Faora is armored but has no use for her breathing apparatus, surprisingly. She keeps to herself, but she watches. The first is to learn your surroundings.]

Hellboy | Hellboy II | OTA [action] or "Prose"

[theynevergettheeyesright]

He had been welcome to the Unseelie Court as if he belonged there. A Prince no less. Fat chance of that. Hellboy didn't mind the big fufu spread the elves were offering, but honestly, he wasn't too sure how much he trusted it.

Then again he couldn't be too sure he wasn't dreaming now as it was. The Imps seemed real though, as they hauled him off under ground and through tunnels. He was still mildly annoyed that they managed to rip a hole in his coat. It was small, but that ticked him off.

At the court, he tried to keep to himself, wandering around a bit, looking over others who were brought there. You can run into him anywhere in the gathering of idiots and kidnapped people and food, though he's not much on eating right now.

After some time however he's made it to the Station, relieved to see he recognizes a bit more here then else where. Not that any of it looked anything LIKE home, but at least here there was a chance he could call home? Not... that he had a phone to use, or that Liz or Abe or any of them had one where they were.

"Crap." The big red demon grumbled, standing in the middle of some area in the station, tail flicking, face annoyed, and an unlit cigar hanging from his mouth. This was crap. It was starting to sink in now just how MUCH crap this really was.

Dante | DmC: Devil May Cry

[fuckchild]

[Dante's eyes shift about the station. Shit's been weird since he got here, what with the whole Unseelie thing and the whole battle between chaos and harmony. It would make his head spin if he didn't already get it, what with being back home.

Cigarettes. He'd kicked the habit, mostly because he couldn't afford it, but here? Sometimes, a cigarette does good, and he can get it more easily here.

One unmarked pack of cigarettes later, he's sauntering towards the patio. Dante drops his weight into one seat and throws up both legs onto the table. He takes a long drag and exhales through his nose, watching people pass by.]

[bigthings]

What the--hey!

[Who needs to dodge when you have a giant sword you can hide behind? Kouha enlarges Nyou Rentou instantly, using it as a barrier for both him and the banshee against the inevitable waterworks.]

Watch where you're aiming that thing, Kougyoku! D'you know how long it took me to find a decent outfit in this dump?!

[redsea]

[ Just two ridiculous siblings with two ridiculously huge swords here, nothing to see! She would apologize, but there are more pressing matters at hand like ugly ghosts following unsuspecting family. She stomps her foot on the ground. ]

But brother! There's a, a, a banshee! Right there! There! [ She points at the spirit behind him. ]

—No! Don't look. Haven't heard the stories? They say if your eyes meet hers, you'll...! [ She can't even say it. Don't die on her, Kouha. ]

[flamesnipers]

[ One of them is a teenage girl, long dark hair, bright violet eyes. She doesn't live here, at the station, there's usually too much going on, but she shows up now and then to look for things, fabrics and things from home that she might be able to use. This time she's on the look out for haori and hakama, or at the very least, the things to make them.

Unfortuantely, she has to pass by Dante and his cigarette smoke on her way in. She makes a face, waving it away from her nose, and turns to look at him pointedly. ] Must you do that here?

[fuckchild]

[Dante narrows his blue-gray eyes at her, taking a long, slow drag. The smoke that rolls out of his mouth is just as obnoxiously slow and deliberate too.

Hot. Kinda tall. Kinda demanding.

He can roll with this.]

Where else do you want me smoke? Your room?

[flamesnipers]

Hardly. [ She furrows her eyebrows, waving the smoke away from her face again. ] Far far away from it, as a matter of fact.

[bigthings]

[He glances behind him and FINALLY THE LIGHT DAWNS.]

What, her? Nah, don't worry about her, she's fine. [Kouha reaches over and pats the banshee on the head.] I found her drifting alone wailing about something or the other, and she looked interesting so I figured why not get to know her better? She's cute, ain't she? [she really isn't]

[fuckchild]

[He clicks his tongue.] You're not going to die because you got some smoke in your hair, sweetheart.

[flamesnipers]

I'm not worried about that. It smells awful, and I have to walk through it to get in here.

[redsea]

Oh. [Kougyoku puts her sword down and returns it to its original form. So... the banshee isn't a threat, but my god. She can see every wart, blemish and wrinkle from here.] Um, y-yeah! She's... very beautiful!

I, um, you're sure she isn't going to kill anybody, right?

[fuckchild]

I'm not stopping you. You can keep walking past me, get over the smell.

[flamesnipers]

[ Flatly: ] Or you can not smoke next to the door.

[ex_inconnu774]

[it's the armor that's attracted her gaze, otherwise the woman would be a single momentary thought that paled in comparison to the several great impossibilities she had to consider. but armor means a soldier, and soldiers, she knows.]

You as well?

[the comment is quiet, something that could be ignored without offense if the woman was the unfriendly sort. Mistral's beginning to think that any questions she has won't be answered regardless of who she puts them to.]

[rekhyt]

You don't need to tell me twice, I've been the one who's had the worst of it all these years. And precious little time off-duty, too.

I should hope I do, I've seen enough of the same, through the years.

no no don't do that /kisses your nose c:

[corusce]

[ There may be something familiar in the curl of this mortal's mouth. The angle of his nose. Even the strong brow. Perhaps Manwë breathed life again into the heart of Firstborn to create the Men that followed, perhaps Maedhros and this shrinking violet of a man once fought together. Perhaps they fought against one another, in the great kinslayings of old.

Memory is a strange thing, as he has come to find.

Maedhros does little to hide his scrutiny, though perhaps even the attempt would have been in vain: his gaze has ever betrayed the legacy of his father's inner flame. Everything burns under Nelyafinwë's eyes. ]

Maedhros the Tall, I have been named. [ He speaks softly, but without gentleness: this is the voice of one accustomed to obedience. ] One of the few of my kennings that I did not find immediately offensive.

[ He pauses, long enough to again fill his lungs. Wreathed in smoke, he looks like a native of the fae court: his hair too-red, his face too-white, his single hand curled like a many-legged insect about the bowl of his pipe. The elegance of elvenkind sits well upon Maedhros's features, but he wears it with something less easy to bear. A quietness that speaks of secrets that will devour upon revealing. ]

And you, son of Earth? What kennings shall I gift you, who prefers the shadows of empty halls to the glad tables of mead and meat?