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TEST DRIVE MEME

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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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If House was crazy, that would simply be a new facet to his insanity. But if he wasn't crazy, that was truly the most amazing thing he'd ever seen.

"Come sit," he said, patting the ledge next to him. The kid was obviously not as healthy as he wanted to think he was. While House generally left people to their own stupid choices, kids were a little different. They couldn't be expected to understand the full scopes of potential consequences.

Also, he didn't want to run the risk of having to explain why there was a dead kid in hall with him. That could get awkward.

"So how do you do that?" he asked, moving his hands in an imitation of what the kid had just done. "Is there some kind of technology you use?"

The boy perked up with a smile and slowly settled down next to House, leaning his staff against his knees. "Not technology. Bending."

He moved his wrist gently in circular motions, summoning a tiny version of the churning ball of air he had just been sitting on. It whirred softly just above his palm, building up momentum just by spinning.

"It's... well, my airbending master described it as using the energy inside yourself to manipulate the elements. It's something you're born with, but you have to learn and practice a lot if you want to be good at it."

Air--wind--could be defined scientifically and it obeyed the laws of physics. Theoretically, at least, it could be controlled. Controlling it through...what? The power of the mind? Yeah, that was a little harder to wrap his head around.

"So this kind of thing is normal for your people? What happens if two people try to 'bend' the air at the same time?"

Then, because he was a curious child at heart, House stuck his finger into the whirling ball of air above the kid's hand.

"Yup! It's completely normal for Air Nomads." He kept spinning the ball in his hand with a bright smile. "If we both bend the air, we both just bend it! But, uh, you mean if we're trying to use the same air? Then it usually just turns into a windy mess, or the more powerful bender beats the other. Or, if you're just bending too close to each other, you might hit someone by accident." He giggles at the thought, since beginner airbender students would often underestimate how much space they would need and smack the people bending next to them.

And then House touched the ball, and it burst into a gust of wind blowing in all directions with a FSWIP noise. The boy startled, then started to laugh. He immediately made another ball of air.

Yes. Thought it must make some sense to them if these orders surpass the limits of space and time.

[But Faora does not follow blindly.]

( Lydia cocks her head to the side, squinting her eyes in thought. ) You know, you aren't wrong. I don't remember anything about faeries. Doesn't mean there isn't anything out there. Once they show up in Beacon Hills I'm sure something will show up. ( She runs her tongue over her lips and rubs them together, then gives Allison a reassuring, if not sympathetic, squeeze to her upper arm. ) What isn't overwhelming anymore, Allison? Think about it. We can handle pretty much anything. It'll be fine. And if it's not fine, then we'll just have to make it fine.

[ Oh, dryads. Kougyoku was hoping for a monster she could actually fight. She doesn't know what else to do with dryads but cover them up. Were they always this nude? She never noticed until now. Her shoulders hunch up and she scrunches her nose at how carefree the nymphs were. ]

How indecent... [ She turns her attention to Kevin, but it seems that he's a little distracted. She hits him on the head! ] It's very rude to stare! Let's go!

[ It's said in a harsh whisper. The last thing she wants to do is scare another dryad. ]

House jerked back when the ball of air came undone, so startled his ass slipped off the ledge and he nearly fell. He managed to maintain his balance, fortunately, so he didn't look like a complete klutz but he obviously hadn't been expecting that reaction.

"Nice party trick," he said as he settled himself back on the ledge. "How strong can you make the wind?"

[Aang is an enthusiastic kid. They'll get along just fine.] Oooooh... [He leans forward and watches in fascination as Roxas summons Oblivion and starts to spin his weapons, clearly enjoying the demonstration. While Oblivion might look sinister, Aang knows not to judge on appearances and is impressed regardless.]

Are Keyblades normal in your world? Can everyone just wave their hand and one appears?

Aang was ready to move and grab House by the arm if he had fallen, but luckily, balance was maintained. He smiled and playfully rolled the little air ball between his fingers. He wasn't showing off, honest.

(He was totally showing off.)

"Uh..." He paused, closing his fist on the air ball and allowing it to dissipate. "Well... I've never really tried doing it as hard as I could. The monks told me it could cause a lot of damage if I did. I could probably wear through rocks if I tried."

"Put that away, kid, before you hurt someone. Someone being me, of course," he said, nodding at the ball of air. He didn't think the kid was going to hurt him either intentionally or accidently but the whirling air was distracting.

"Seriously?" House looked down at the boy with a decidedly skeptical expression. "You do know it takes a gazillion years for normal wind to erode a rock, right?" Okay, possibly a slight exaggeration, not to mention gazillion wasn't a real number. It did lead to another question however. "How would something like that affect you? Don't you have to use your own energy to...bend?"

"Yep. Normal wind doesn't blow as hard, though."

Honestly, Aang had never been asked any of these questions. Back home, everyone just accepted bending as a fact of life. He rested his hands in his lap and kicked his legs absently in the air as he thought.

"Well... it depends on how good of a bender you are. If a beginner airbender tried something like that, they wouldn't be able to do it. And they might strain something."

He reached up and tapped on the arrow on his head. "These tattoos mean that I've mastered air. As you get better at an element, you get better at moving around and focusing your chi. If you know how to do it right and you're used to dealing with that much power, then the worst you get is feeling tired at the end of the day."

Edited (Wrong icon! Also awkward phrasing) 2014-03-30 03:44 (UTC)

[ Ned's eyebrows don't seem to know what to do with the first response, first pinching then raising then smoothing down to vaguely neutral, or thereabouts. He does not mean to stare, does not mean to many things in his life it seems -- a sore lack of conviction, some deeper buried part of him is plenty aware -- but he does stare. The speech fits the image, is his first thought and he can't put his finger on where he even gets off assuming he knows what those puzzle pieces look like to begin with. He watches the trail of smoke, lets his otherwise rudely overlong gaze follow it the way one stares up at a jetstream painting its way out of view. How strange to feel so apart and so addressed all at once. Eyes circling back to the pipe itself and the slender clutch about it, he wonders -- irrelevantly -- exactly what this stranger is smoking.

If he does it for nerves -- Ned is rife with doubt on that one -- or if it is a habit -- perhaps -- or if it is simply something he can do and to do. It doesn't matter but errant thoughts are errant thoughts. Ned stuffs them back behind his eyes; he has a lot of practice in trying, at least. ]

I'm glad it's not offensive. [ He says because it's true, a second quirk of that half-smile reemerging. Something apologetic rests around the pie maker's very posture, like he's sorry for being there, sorry for intruding except that everywhere here is an intrusion because he does not belong. This, he is at least aware now, is no special circumstance. Most seem drawn in from various elsewheres and yet.

Well he thinks this fellow looks more fitted to the setting than he himself. But then again, What does Ned know?

Not much.

He continues, ] M...Maedhros, right? Ah, I'm Ned.

[ Just Ned. He touches the back of his head, that absent, need-something-to-do, semi-anxious tic that follows him around in such similar gestures as that. ]

I'm not much for parties.

[ Assuming that's what all those celebratory goings-on happen to be. Peering through the wreathing smoke, he asks before he thinks better of it, ] What about you?

[ He didn't see any No Smoking signs in the hall, but Maedhros seems particularly...what's the word...stern? No. Severe? Maybe. Aloof. That might do it. Ned has only just met him but is downright struck by the realization he can't imagine him laughing. Not a laugh anyway.

And stupidly, his mind goes to Chuck. How sad that would make someone like her. How he loves that, though he never wants her to be sad.

Reeling it back, he blinks. Still neutrally pleasant. Still Ned. Still fine with the comparative quiet. Smoke and all. ]

"Well, that explains a lot; I left my chi in my other pants," House said dryly. Even if he had chi--something he didn't believe in--he was fairly certain he wouldn't know how to use it. Shame, really. Bending would be a useful tool for dealing with the idiots who got in his way.

He started twirling his cane as he tried to process all the information. "Are you some kind of prodigy? You seem awful young to be a master of anything."

Aang laughed again, but then shut up at House's question.

He could just agree that he was a prodigy, was the first thing that he thought. He could just say he was a prodigy and change the subject. He didn't have to admit to being the Avatar, expected to save the world at the age of twelve. The man probably wouldn't know either way.

No, Aang mentally scolded himself. Didn't he just go over with Guru Pathik that lying about his identity was bad?

"I, uh... yeah, I am." He avoided House's eyes and fingered his glider. "I'm the Avatar. I guess if your world doesn't have bending, it doesn't of an Avatar, right?"

"Not that I know of. And I probably would know if we had one." House didn't believe in any of that mystic new-agey crap but disbelief wasn't the same as ignorance. If there were people who could manipulate the air with their chi, he would've heard about it.

He studied the kid silently for a moment, still idly spinning his cane. As far as he could tell, the kid didn't seem nearly as comfortable talking about his status as he had been about his abilities. House didn't think that was too odd. Being a prodigy, being special, wasn't always all that easy.

"So what's your name? I'm not supposed to call you The Avatar, am I?"

"No, no, you don't need to do that." The boy smiled again when he wasn't asked further about being the Avatar, but it wasn't quite as bright as previous smiles.

He put his staff aside for a moment before standing up, putting on fist in his hand and bowing. The motion is a little stiff around the back, but it's sincere. "I'm Aang. Sorry I didn't introduce myself sooner."

[ Kevin's sexual experience thus far consists of furtive, frantic coupling with an eager milkmaid behind the stables. Once. He had been in his teens. After he was formally knighted, he swore that sort of thing off as "impure." His lord's wife, Lady Sinclair, had taken to teasing him that he ought to get married soon. This is a memory that, by rights, ought to bring on more tears, however...

He has never seen a woman fully unclothed before. Certainly not like this. His lips part and his jaw hangs slack; his brain is making pitiful zzzzzt! zzzzzt! noises, or at least that's what it feels like, and — ]

Gah!

[ His whole body jolts, as if galvanized. His hands fly to the back of his head, he spins around, and sputters: ]

I w-wasn't! I mean, I'm not! I — nnngh!

[ What is that noise behind him? It's giggling... no, it's laughing. And probably some pointing, too, but he isn't going to look. Flushing to the roots of his white hair, he holds up one hand like a blinder so he can't see them. ]

Yes, my lady!

[ He takes off down the road, at speed.

The wrong way. ]

[Kili gives him a confused sort of look.]

Between...worlds?

[ She's glad Lydia's there, probably more than Lydia knows. Werewolves were all fine and dandy to have on your side in a pinch, but Allison wouldn't trade having Lydia at her back for anyone. Some things were just easier with your best friend at your side. Being kidnapped to a faery realm being one of them.

She smiles gratefully at Lydia, at her ability to cut through the bullshit and make herself in charge despite whatever it was life was throwing at them. When Lydia says it, Allison believes that they can make this fine, whatever this is. ] Thanks, Lydia.

Don't know what you're talkin' about.

[when he turns around, he stares as javik struggles to hold a book. he watches for a moment, deciding on whether or not he should help him.

with some hesitation, he takes a few steps forward, reaching with one hand to adjust the book that javik is holding.]

Here.

[and then, as if he hadn't done a thing, he maneuvers himself around javik to pick at a few other books before deciding the room is worthless and walking back out into the hall.]

Drab. Two [ spoken with a degree of grandeur and in the manner of one seeking to educate and explain. the breath of a pause between utterances is punctuated by a brief wave of his hand, the gesture not quite broad or wide enough for him to symbolise the 'two' with his fingers. ] etymological origins, one from French — drap — related to the colour of fabric, dull and disinteresting. The other, Gaelic, drabag, relating to prostitution. [ a brief, wry curling of his lips. ] Given our circumstances, the latter seems a touch more apt, wouldn't you say? [ a beat giving jesse — effectively — little enough time to verbally respond. ] Wurld: self-explanatory, I should hope, given your southwestern [ barely a hint of a question; jesse's accent is recognisable, placeable, and though sherlock is going to assume that he's not putting an accent on, he's not going to rule it out. he's not, after all, got enough information about any of this to be able to place as much faith as he'd like in his own deductions. ], Anglophone origins. Nevertheless, in this case, both are functionally useless.

[ it's a convoluted way of admitting that he doesn't know. as far as his understanding of linguistics go, it's a nonsense word with no discernible etymology that would (or does, even) lend itself as to locale. the topology has served to help little, particularly when one keeps in mind — considers — that the individuals brought here are from (claim to be) from entirely different locations themselves. given jesse's question, however: ] You're not much of a traveller, are you? I assume you've stayed in the southwest for most of your life. I, on the other hand, have travelled, but for what it's worth, I was in New York. You weren't. One could assume from that piece of information that we're within the United States, but that would be wrong.

[ or: the popular name for magic, if he recalls correctly (he does), in relation to fairies, is glamour. assuming the folklore has any basis in fact, they're capable of disguising themselves, other people, objects and, he'd guess, entire places from the vision of ordinary (ha) mortals. in theory, this realm could be anywhere. that said, the folklore is, he believes, to be primarily western european in origin. if the realm does have any real-world comparison, he'd lean towards germany, or to the british isles. the lay of the land, he believes, does support that (and the linguistics — perhaps. he'd need to hear and read more.) as for the folklore— if he were in new york, besides a trip to a library or two, he'd consult an expert. he's never seen much need to delve into all of it in an overly in-depth manner. the crux of it, then: they could be anywhere. ]

Honestly, it's all very fascinating and I'm at a bit of a loss as to the hows, the whys and the wheres, and I don't, therefore, have much interest in discussing a hypothesis at present. There's [ a larger, more broad hand gesture this time, as if he's pushing something away. ] still far too much that I don't know [ "and understand" ] that makes questions, at this point, absolutely worthless. What I will say is that the bare bones of it is true. Your resolute — but entirely understandable, I assure you. There's a reason they say ignorance is bliss, and that's because familiarity is a comfort — desire to believe that none of this is happening is not going to get you anywhere. The sooner you accept that we are here, that your coffee was served by fairies, the happier you'll be.

[ sherlock leans forward after this statement (series of statements), the palms of his hands resting downturned on the table. his studying of jesse, this time, is wholly undisguised. ] What was it? Either you believe you're dreaming, or you believe this is all a bad trip. You're far too physically unsure about this entire situation to really believe this is a dream, so it's the latter. I can't imagine anything you've taken mixing too well with fairydust, so I'd recommend taking a bit of care with what you consume in the meantime.

[ a glance downwards and across at the coffee. ] They're not entirely shy about slipping something, or spitting, as it happens, into mugs.

[ he leans back again, his own posture becoming a little more relaxed. getting that all out was quite cathartic, it would seem (or: you may speak now, jesse. if you tried to interrupt, sherlock would have had none of it.) ]

Edited 2014-03-31 08:52 (UTC)

The order to fight, that is simple enough to understand. But it will be asked--should we?

[there was incentive, yes, to fight and to win--and while there was a choice, was there really one for a soldier? she could not speak for the woman, but to her, abandoning that would be akin to losing her legs. the idea of a choice, however, is one she can appreciate.]

[ They made fun of him. He probably deserved it, so she isn't going to charge in and vehemently defend him. Nevertheless, she does say this: ]

Stop laughing, you—!

[ Running out of time to think of a good retort and time to catch up with her companion, Kougyoku chooses to spite the dryads another time. She gathers the skirt of her robe and runs after him as quick as she can. If they separated now, she wouldn't know what to do with herself. ]

...Kevin Regnard! [ The princess hasn't settled on a name to call him yet. ] Please wait! You're going the wrong way!

[ Her voice is loud enough to scare the birds away, and so begins the chase. ]

[Javik tensed when Ben approached, but didn't resist as the book was righted in his hands. It was hardly an improvement, though, given the fact that the script between the pages was alien to him. Still, it was clear it was meant to convey information in an entirely useless manner. It was so old he couldn't pick up on who had written it, just echoes of who had used it.

He lingered a few moments with the old tome until Ben walked out, setting the book back down where he had found it.]

What do you mean, you do not know what I'm talking about? This place must seem archaic even to you.

[He was still operating on the assumption that this human shared origins with him, where space travel was the norm.]

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TEST DRIVE MEME

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winks???

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/burrows in your wall...creepily...cutely...D8

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lol that would be cool

blushes!!

good luck! c:

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you too!