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!

Comments

[infant]

Are you simply going to stay in this castle with all the grown-ups? How dull.

[ Peter might find some children to bring over to his cause; he likes to be fawned over, to be praised and exalted. He could keep them safe from the adults. ]

Would you visit me when I leave? I plan to live elsewhere.

[brainiest]

No, it's a potion, one that simulates death. It's only a deep sleep, however, as long as it's brewed correctly.

[ GOSH WHAT SCHOOL DID YOU EVEN GO TO??? ]

[wintertides]

I'm - what?

[ she lifts her head because 'zoning out' seems to be Anna-talk and she doesn't have Anna to translate but -

She stops, the question freezes on her lips as she watches him. it has gotten colder maybe but Elsa barely registers the change as used to the cold as she is. she is far more interested in the snow ( two snowflakes fall just so near his ankles ); because the day has not brought snow, the ground is clear of it. it seems to come from him and she knows it well, too well but -

but that is impossible and she sits back, upright and stiff. ]

I'm alright. Thank you.

[wintertides]

As do I, truly -

[ said without thought, a lack of formality that is careless and genuine and brings a small smile to elsa's lips -

before she remembers herself and looks down at her cup and then at the girl. ]

I'm not sure I trust them enough to drink this, either.

[firith]

We are of the same mind in this matter. Sorcery is not commonly a pleasant affair, from whence I hail, but there are aspects of what amount to 'magic' that fall within the ability of the elves. A penchant for a theme of power, after a sort.

[ It is ... difficult to explain, and he pauses while she takes that much in. ]

[drearily]

I'm hardly a lady. And Father says to never trust a boy that insists on being a gentleman.

[She protests, knowing she could do enough damage to Pugsley with it. But still, she's not going to force him to fight (at least not yet), and reaches forward to take the arrow from him.]

My crossbow assembly needs work too. It pulls too far to the right.

[Huff.]

Unfortunately.

[brainiest]

[ She perks up at the words, hearing someone speak - up until now people seem to have been milling around doing little much of anything, save eating and spending their time enjoying the feast. She wishes there was more opportunity to do research up until now but the darkened hallways don't seem particularly inviting, at least not yet.

She relishes the chance to speak to someone, perking up and smiling a little, tilting her head. ]

A few, I think? It's not the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard, not really.

[icy]

[ That she sits ramrod-straight doesn't go very far to convincing him she's alright, but he decides not to pry. Not too much, anyway. ]

I'm Jack, by the way. Can I get you a warm drink? I don't want to bother you and it might help you think.

[ All too self-conscious of the chill he brings, he can hear North in his head booming, Hot chocolate, Jack! It warms you from the belly-out! A pang of homesickness hits as a result, though it doesn't show outwardly and he remains polite. ]

[brainiest]

Really? [ She sits up, taking an even deeper interest now. ] Magic, in my world, is normal. We have schools to teach children and a whole society built on it. [ She is almost ridiculously interested in what he has to say and she leans forward a little. ] Magic does give power, of course, but when you're in a world where the people around you all, generally, have magic it loses a lot of that focus.

[icy]

I wasn't, I only wanted the sweet topping and froze it so it'd stick. Just ... forgot about the rest.

[ He snaps a chip of frozen icing off what he holds in his hand, offering it over. ]

Want some?

[consolidating]

[ that does make him pause. if only because he knows it. not by this odd name, to be certain but he does know it. and the memory is sharp and quick and painful ( his father's tears over his own cheeks; a father Arthur has lost and will not see again - ) ]

I know that which you speak of, Hermione Granger; 'tis a dangerous thing.

[ and he says her name right this time, his voice heavier around her. ]

[orcsurfing]

[ The first dragon Legolas faced in person and in such close quarters. Unlike some that he had known. The horrors they were capable of were unknown to him in full, but what he knew was already quite enough to put him on the edge in the presence of one. And yet there was something too odd and too bizarre about this particular dragon, by most standards of creatures evil and foul as the dragons were said to be.

For one, he seems to be having a conversation with it. ]

This land is new to me, but it is already dear to my heart and like any land in any realm it does not deserve the calamity of a dragon unleashed on it.

[ His eyes narrow, but the arrow stays safely nocked. ]

Have you answered the summons of the Fair Folk as well, if this realm is not yours to call home?

[forgottendecade]

You look like you could use some repair.

[let others celebrate. after having some food, Joji sat back in his corner with a glass of wine and watched the rest of the hall, taking mental notes about all the different people that filled the chairs and the stage. he was slightly use to world traveling and had an idea about the world they were in, but the powers represented had made even his specialized senses hurt.

so when he saw the half-man, half-machine standing to the side watching as he was, Joji decided to get a better look. the mechanics were almost something he seen before on one world or another - almost in a way how his arm fused to his body - but there were large differences. it was still more soothing compared to the explanation of magic and shards.]

Do you self-repair?

[brainiest]

[ Hermione's expression hardens a little and she stands straighter, suddenly uneasy. Her wand is still up her sleeve, thank goodness, and she takes a long, deep breath. ]

Do you mean magic? What do you think brought you here, exactly?

[ She's soured towards him, now, lips pursing. ]

[consolidating]

Princess.

[ he curtsies; he doesn't think he heard of a Princess Aurora before. surely he would have, as once every princess was brought into the castle in hopes of some alliance by marriage or another. Still, even if she isn't of his kingdom Arthur's instinct is always to protect and to honor. ]

I am King Arthur Pendragon, of Camelot. I do not know which fairies you have met -

[ and honestly, Aurora, it's odd that you have met any. perhaps a bit suspicious, too. ]

But I urge you to take care. These have kidnapped us all.

deucalion | teen wolf

[scission]

( 2 )

[It isn't that Deucalion is wary of being so removed from civilisation, but perhaps there's some comfort in modernity - and in the familiar, truly. His instincts take him to the woods first, like there might be answers or escape there, but after a while he drifts to the station, following word of mouth. He still keeps all of his available senses strained, careful of this place and the power it contains, unwilling to rely too absolutely on his cane (you never know when you'll accidentally damage a random toadstool). It's an obvious marker as he traverses the space, coming to a stop somewhere that smells strongly of various hot beverages - though, disappointingly, mostly coffee.]

Is there any possibility I might get some tea?

[There's a confidence in how he just says it to the open air, quite used to waiting and hoping for one of the people he can sense in the vicinity to decide to assist him - though a little more unnerved than he'll show by how often that assistance has come from fairies, recently.]

[consolidating]

The potion, more accurately. I know what it can do; and I know what happens if one is not careful with it.

[ or if one trusts the likes of Merlin with it but nevermind!!! ]

And if magic has taken me away from a kingdom I vowed to protect, I do not see how you hope to present it as anything welcomed.

[quietwolf]

[ Seeing Arya covered in dirt is one thing. It's as she nears that he can distinguish the subtle differences, a hand running through her hair coming away far sooner than it ought. Sitting on a bench, he tugs her in close and wraps his arms around her, trying to remember when she grew quite so much and failing. ]

Die? [ Peering down at her, he shakes his head and ensures she's held in his embrace, tucked beneath his chin. ] If you've cut your hair because you had a bad dream and gone chasing cats in the dirty corridors again, I can't rightly say even I'll be able to save you from Septa Mordane's wrath.

[marksqueen]

[she smiles at the "girl" comment. He's very gallant in his way and she curtseys as a queen should]

I'm delighted to meet you, Peter Pan. I am Susan Pevensie, of Finchley.

[brainiest]

Then you should also know there is an antidote, as there is to almost every potion.

[ She purses her lips, taking a deep breath and counting backwards from ten. ]

Have you tried asking someone about it, or perhaps trying to figure out what good you could do here so you can go home?

[aphrodisiacs]

[ alisha takes the frozen icing, looking it over in her hand. her brows crease together. ] And your stick just freezes it? [ she looks at him, eyebrow slightly raised. she's seen friends die and come back to life, boyfriends turn invisible in front of her very own eyes, and a stupid prick duplicate. she's never really seen a power work through an object before — if the object was, in fact, the thing that possessed the power. ] Anything you want?

[marksqueen]

[something about this man reminds her a bit of the Telmarines. Since most of them were not all that friendly, she watches him with a guarded expression]

I'm not one to believe very easily, sir.

[marksqueen]

That's quite wise. Eating the food of fairies is usually a bad idea, according to the stories.

[she sounds a bit skeptical, like she doesn't want to entirely believe in the stories she just mentioned]

[icy]

My stick or me, whichever. [ He reaches out and picks up a cushion, freezing it solid so it slides with a rasp over the table where he drops it before slouching on the armrest again. She gets a smile. ] I'm Jack Frost. I don't know if that name means ... uh, anything to you. Winter is sort of my thing.

[infant]

[ His smile is fond as she reminds him of Wendy and Peter hops off the table so they are of a height. When it suits him, he can be a gent. ]

Are you going to live in this castle, Susan?