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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sam winchester ; supernatural ; 2

[allgeek]

[ Anyone who knows Sam Winchester will not be surprised to see him... well, where he is, and doing what he's doing. The scruffy brunette is hunching over a table, pen in his fingers, phone clutched a lifeline in his other hand. This is nothing new, he thinks. It's just another hunt. Another freakin' kidnapping. Sam leans back with a short exhale, running his tongue over dry lips. Yeah, this was more or less the norm. He's honestly more upset that he hadn't gotten a good look at whatever creature had bagged him than that they zapped him away in the first place. As far as he's concerned, the abduction could really be something else in disguise; a poisoning, maybe. A fever dream. Something worse or better or in between.

Is it easier to think he's imagining all this as a result of a real attack, or that this transportation to the--what is it, Grimm fairytale world?--is the reality? Hard to say when your life is such a variable mix of the two. Sam glances at the cell in his hand--useless--and then back at the notes he's compiling. There isn't a lot to discern when in a situation as confusing as this, but he has hunter's experience. He jots down little things about what he remembers of his capture and captives, of his current surroundings, of the people he meets.

It's a start, at least. ]

[unclebob]

[There's a slight hiss from his bad knee as the Terminator approaches the table. He's still in need of repairs, even with the patch-job the man called Joji had done on him earlier. What he needs most of all are some tools. The fairies have been decidedly unhelpful and he's given up trying to get any straight answers out of them.

He decides to approach the young man when he sees him clutching the phone. At least he knows this one must be familiar with some form of twentieth-century technology. He tries his best not to look threatening, though it's counter-minded by his very design. He asks his question in an accent which sounds Austrian.]

Do you know where I could find a power drill?

boop. got ur nose.

[mulletrock]

[No service, that's what his cell kept saving. No signal, no service. For the amount of stolen funds he used to buy the damn thing it should at least have some kind of consistency. This happened more often than he was comfortable with, but it didn't surprise him. Usually when they were dealing with the supernatural all the technology was on the fritz. This was nothing new.

After taking a walk around town and doing some study up when it came to his new cage and the things that called this place home, Dean strolls into the techno-joint. A scowl pretty firmly planted on his face. At least it was something. It could be a lot worse. They could be dealing with things being a lot more medieval.

He was hungry, but he didn't trust the food, and he was getting by on drinking from his flask but it wasn't enough. Growing men had to eat. For the first time he couldn't fondly recall his last meal. It sucked.

Holy shit. Yeah, it doesn't take long for Dean to catch Sam outta his peripheral. First it was the cliche'd boy band hair and he had to look. It was their luck that they'd wind up here together.

Without a word Dean slips into the seat next to Sam. The last thing he needs is to draw attention to their relationship. Not when he's not sure what the stakes in this place are.]

Find anything, Sherlock? Sure, this is up our alley- but it's never been this bad before. It's got me wondering who we pissed off this time, and what we gotta do to make a jail break.

[Dean makes sure to keep his voice low. The last thing either of them need is to stick out like sore thumbs or have what they do for a living in the public eye. They'd cover more ground keeping it to themselves.]