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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[consolidating]

[ he looks back at her and sighs, puts the glass down. ]

I cannot guess, my Lady. But for all that it looks, I do not trust it. I advice you not to either. If you are as lost as I am to these lands, I would not wish you harmed.

[brainiest]

[ She tilts her head. ]

They aren't poisons. They're potions.

scott mccall | teen wolf

[cleave]

This is so not Beacon Hills.

[ is scott's astute observation, bouncing on his heels while he looks around. no, definitely not beacon hills. unless someone spiked the punch at the rave and scott's hallucinating all of this. his head whips around, looking for familiar faces in the crowd. allison, stiles, kira, isaac, lydia, danny? he'd even take the twins if it came down to it, just someone who knew what the hell was going on. he passes up a cup of something being handed to him, shrugging his shoulder apologetically as he weaves through the hall. ]

'Scuse me, excuse me.

[ it's not directed at anyone in particular, just murmured automatically for the benefit of anyone who might get accidentally jostled as scott moves through his fellow feast-mates in search of familiar faces. ]

[quietwolf]

No apology necessary, my lady.

[ He's quick to come to a stop, resting heavily on his walking stick to take the weight off his injured leg. ]

I did not mean to startle you, begging your pardon.

[brainiest]

[ Hermione is a little more settled in now, letting herself relax and take a few deep breaths, but she can't help notice how discomforted and awkward the people around her seem. Her eyes take everyone in before she notices Derek, her expression softening a little, stepping away from the table. She's about to say something to him when he rushes by her, her eyes following as he almost darts passed.

Oh.

Following, she peeks out through the doorway, the slightly darker hallways, before she speaks. ]

Excuse me? Are you alright?

[quietwolf]

[ Ned's roaming is slower than it used to be, using a walking stick and taking his time getting acquainted with the general layout of the vast golden castle. Even the Red Keep was never this lavish, nor as winding.

He replies to the newcomer with his own good manners, albeit common sense enough to be mildly cautious. ]

All Seven Hells couldn't have commanded a more lively feast.

[scinlae]

Have you never seen the revelry of the fae? [ neither has she, in truth though morgana is not about to admit to that. ]

[scinlae]

What else shall I call you, then? My Lord? Your Majesty? [ she spits the words with venom, anger and bitterness etching across her face. the feast about then disappears, the world consisting of nothing but arthur standing in her way once more. like nothing has changed. ]

I would sooner drown in my own blood.

[drearily]

[If Wednesday could see stars, she'd be seeing them right now. He's actually playing along with this. That's her kind of potential playmate. Smiling in excitement, she takes aim and fires.

She watches the handmade arrow go upward, only to be completely off mark and go into a painting instead. That smile of hers abruptly fades and the crossbow is tossed down.]

Woe!

[Oh well. She better roll with it and just keep her eyes on the dagger. Someone's left a butter knife on one of the tables, and with a bounce to her step she runs over to retrieve it, brandishing it before her and taking a starting fencing stance.]

Find thy way down to land, rooster boy, and give us both a real challenge!

[quietwolf]

[ He pauses in his walking to sip from a goblet of wine, just enough to wet his thirst, and it's then that he feels eyes on him. Glancing over, he stares for a moment in surprise and in the next sheer relief wars with concern for a child of his own finding their way into these lands. That's why he's been navigating the huge crowd, at the core of it. His family are safer together than not. ]

Arya. [ Setting the drink aside without a second glance, Ned sighs and starts over and raises an arm to beckon her in. ] I'd half-hoped you'd still be with your sister back in King's Landing. Come here, child.

[brainiest]

No, not really, nothing like this. I've read a few things about it but I've never actually seen anything like it. [ She pauses, lifting her head, looking a little more confident. ] Have you?

[aphrodisiacs]

[ the tales mean little to her. alisha thinks she won't be here long. she doesn't need to listen to this shit, of whatever it is the old resident is spouting about. while a part of her knows it might be helpful in the future — well, she doesn't have one, does she? not here, not there, not anywhere, really. it's with a sigh — aggravated, tired, listless — she rests her elbow against the sofa and leans her cheek into her palm. from the corner of her eye she watches jack with interest. it's not uncommon for her to see someone with a bullshit power doing something equally as bullshit, but, tonight, his doesn't seem all that bad. ]

[ until, of course, the cake plops right into her lap. she glances down, eyebrow raised, not at all too happy with this sudden turn of events. ] How about you don't do that? [ she wants to sound angry, but her voice comes out softly, and almost as if she's asking him what that was. ]

captain hook | once upon a time

[piratic]

[ hook isn't about to be seduced by a grand feast and explanations of their purpose that not even a child would believe. he's had enough to deal with, having been whisked back to the enchanted forest with barely goodbye to those left behind, something that has left a sense of bitterness in his bones he tries his best to stifle. it doesn't help that he's surrounded by the unfamiliar once more either, not when he'd only just gotten used to the weird wonders of storybrooke.

alas, at least it's not neverland.

and even then, ever changing scenery is much in the nature of a pirate, and as such, he doesn't head for the exit immediately. instead, hook lingers off to the side, eyes scanning the vast amount of people... waiting for just the right one to stop with a greeting of his own kind. ]

How many do you reckon will believe the story told us here?

[aliased]

[ she has grown since he'd seen her last, she is dirty and her hair is cut like a boy's and yet, her father knows her, he knows her. he says her name and she feels like she cannot breathe. she'd forgotten what his voice sounded like, almost what her name sounded like. ]

But you... [ she doesn't come when he beckons, not at first. she is cautious and suspicious. this has to be a trick, of what sort, she is not sure. she remembers stories that old nan used to tell bran to scare him. they never scared her. (yes, they did). but he is not a ghost. he is real. and if crying makes her a baby, then she is just a wee babe as she runs to his arms, tears burning her eyes.

she's angry at him for dying, angry at those who killed him, but more than that, she feels a warm wash of something akin to relief upon seeing him as she buries her face in his chest.]

I saw you die.

[icy]

[ Wincing, he offers a shrug. At least he got the icing, that's ... something. Right? Oops. ]

Kind've hungry and can't be bothered to head down to the kitchens. [ Way, way too far to go for a sandwich. Free snacks aren't something he's going to snub any time soon. ] Isn't going to leave a stain is it? The cake.

[merelychewed]

[ So it seems they are destined to stand in their places and exchange threats, then, as the archer appears to be as intent on remaining as Draco is. For someone who has gone over this type of conversation a hundred times over, he can hardly take it in any seriousness and the retort is just as sharp and dripping with sarcasm. ]

Oh, but if I could, I would with great haste, archer. However, it would seem I have misplaced my horrible, dreary, bone-littered lair in another realm entirely. [ As lightly as he sounds to be taking this, he doesn't look away from Legolas even once, hardly blinking. One could lose an eye too easily if a close watch wasn't kept on such a person. ] Since you seem to attached to this land, I don't suppose you know where I could find a new one to slither away into, hmm?

[aphrodisiacs]

[ from the feast, alisha had carried out a sandwich herself. it lays, forgotten, beside her as she sits in front of the computer, doing her best to try and log onto google. she wants to google map this place, see how far away from wertham it really is, and try and catch a taxi back home. but she's having very little luck — and finds herself distracted when a girl peers at the computer as if she's never seen one before. she watches her for a while before she says, amused: ] It's not going to bite.

[infant]

[ Peter's all set to try and dodge, but there's ... no need. Oh. He wrinkles his nose at the butter-knife, flies up and yanks out the arrow, soaring back down to land on the table in front of her.

He offers it back and says frankly, ] I can't fight you if you don't have a real blade that won't cut anything, it wouldn't be fair or gentlemanly. Here you are.

[ A butter knife, really. That's not going to wound anyone!! ]

Maybe you could get some more arrows, too.

[infant]

Hello, girl. Yes, I do.

[ He's fantastic, didn't you know? Ah, the cleverness of him! Peter holsters his dagger and bows for her with a flourish, since she's hardly a woman grown; it's a very regal old-fashioned bow, by all accounts, and he lifts his head with a smile. ]

Peter Pan, at your service.

[consolidating]

The Draught of Living Death is not a poison?

[ wow hermione, he may be medieval but he's not dumb!! ]

lydia martin | teen wolf (idek i've lost control of my life)

[lamentum]

You've got to be kidding me.

[ she shouldn't be surprised considering the freak parade her life has turned into. but this has crossed the metaphorical line of things lydia martin can easily accept. a line that has only just been drawn upon her unfortunate kidnapping by a bunch of trolls and goblins. ]

This can't be happening.

[ honestly can say she'd prefer to deal with werewolves and dark druids than this. ]

[consolidating]

You could call me by my name, Morgana, as I do you; instead of using the one thing that ties me to you as mockery.

[ it's sharp and it's angry because she doesn't care and her indifference is maddening. ]

You are my sister. I would never say it as if it were an insult.

[beautyfell]

Oh, it isn't so terrible, is it? I find the fairies quite charming.

[ But it's ... probably a little weird to admit why, so she goes on with a polite curtsy. ]

A pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir. [ She's her father's daughter, which is why she keeps her godmother-given name to herself and supplants it with a proper title. ] I am Princess Aurora, if it please you. I hope I otherwise find you well.

[aphrodisiacs]

[ the icing is all that matters (and alisha is quite grateful none of it is on her.) alisha glances down at his question, not really sure if it will leave a stain. she doesn't really know this shit — doesn't really go out of her way to eat cakes these days. all she knows is there's no way to get bloodstains out without really ripping apart clothing. ]

[ she doesn't sound too angry as she ponders: ] Think it'll be all right. [ she glances at him, specifically at his staff. it reminds her of a scythe, the way it's shaped. her brows crease together: ] Why're you trying to pick up a cake with a staff? That shit's just going to fall off onto the floor and make an even bigger mess.

[orcsurfing]

[ When addressed, stops in his step, glancing in the direction of the person speaking. Wandering about he is, seeking faces familiar and dear and finding too few of them to content his heart, though his father is present, accepted the summons, and that gladdens his heart. Like most folk present, the man is unfamiliar to him, but that doesn't mean he'll begrudge him a response.

He quirks a brow in question. ]

Should you not already believe it if you have answered the summons?

[ Both the King and the Prince of the Woodland Realm arrived of their own free will. A summon has been sent, envoys of fairies that have informed him of the matters. Seeing no reason to refuse, Legolas agreed and he has been lead to this strange land that's steadily growing stranger and stranger with every moment passed. ]