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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( 1 ) | percy jackson ♆ heroes of olympus

[ripstides]

[ honestly, he's not thinking about giving in or giving up. or sitting around and accepting that he has some kind of shard in him that makes up for being snatched and brought to some unknown world, beautiful as it may be. he doesn't think they're lying because he's definitely heard stranger stories. ones that took the cake for scarier and crazier. but Percy Jackson's not about to get very far on an empty stomach, he knows that much for certain. he can trust in that.

plus, there hasn't been a familiar face in hours for all his hoping. one side of him is grateful for it while the other says he has no right to be happy about it. how's he supposed to know that his friends are safe? that they're not imprisoned somewhere? how can he be sure they're even on the Argo II and not indisposed somewhere, waiting to be rescued?

the doubt weighs on him, pins him heavily in his seat as he glances off to the side, convinced that there's something he just isn't seeing once his stomach has stopped growling. only he's taken his eyes off of his glass and after years barely surviving the Hermes cabin, he should know better than to leave himself open to trickery. ]

[halfdressed]

You look majorly bummed, kiddo. Grape?

[ Standard Hello, really. Appearing beside the sulky teenager in a shower of rose petals and golden light would be one very blonde woman offering a plate of fruit as she takes form, already seated. ]

[ripstides]

[ if there's anything he's learned it's that you don't jump when gods or goddesses materialize in front of you. no matter how good or bad the timing is. there's also no way to prove he hasn't passed out somewhere in the real world and that this isn't a really bizarre dream. ]

Thanks, [ he says, drawing it out. gee, sound more grateful, Percy! it's not like he's accepting grapes from Dionysus or anything. this can't be the worst idea he's ever had. ] What are you supposed to be, head of the Cheer Squad? [ because he met the welcoming committee and they suck. ]

[halfdressed]

[ No one should ever accept anything from Dionysis unless they have a few days free to get wasted. Clever kid! Rolling her eyes, she works with the Cheer Squad comment. ]

No, Mr. Coolkid, I just got here in time for this bitchin' party like the rest of you, but if I was I'd say turn that frown upside-down. [ Munching away on grapes, she leans back on the table and folds her legs in a lay sprawl. ] There are enough weirdos in this hall without actual cuties getting their sulk on too.

[ An elbow nudges his side. ]

You wanna talk about whatever's eating you? I'm a good listener. Goddess's honour!

[ripstides]

[ living with Mr. D as a director of Camp Half Blood certainly taught him not to underestimate anyone. he's seen the madness that stems from that guy's domain, both on the Greek and Roman side. it's weird, though, to long for one side of the guy more than the other. Bacchus is seriously something else, but he's getting caught up in his head again.

Percy zones in on actual cuties and tries not to act like blushing is a big deal. it's not. ] Not really. I mean, no offense or anything, I'm sure you're great at it. [ Percy, no. ] But it's a long story.

If you want the Cliff Notes version, I'm worried about my friends. It's hard to enjoy everything going on here when I can't stop thinking that they're in danger. [ why is he venting? when have the gods ever shown that they care about anyone's issues more than their own? there'd been a time where he foolishly hoped they could change but now, now he's not so certain he'd been right about them. maybe Hermes was the smart one. he can venture a guess on which one she is. pink, flowers, golden light. but bad stuff comes from guessing the wrong name for a goddess. ] Aren't you worried?

[ if they can hold a goddess, no, he doesn't want to think about how unlikely his odds of getting out are if she can't. ]

[halfdressed]

Ahw, honey. I'm so sorry your friends aren't around. Maybe they'll turn up, though. [ Patting him on the arm with genuine regret. Sucks to be sundered from your loved ones, which she knows only too well. ] They're good people though, right? So they'll probably wind up here like the rest of the Perky Brigade.

[ She pulls a face and shrugs, pushing down her fears over where the heck Ares is and why she hasn't gone insane without him around. That's way too heavy a deal to put on a kid's shoulders, let alone a stranger's. So, her expression wilts for a moment, hiking back up into an enthused smile as she shakes her head determinedly, golden ringlets shivering. ]

Nah, I'm cool. You can call me Ditey, by the way. What's your name?

[ripstides]

I'm not even sure here is the best for any of us. [ but he's got the drive to be much more optimistic than this. it's the settling in jitters, maybe. or the fact that he can't physically solve his problems. he can hear Annabeth's voice in his head chiding him already for only considering venturing outside of the city to get his hands on something. fighting, at least, is his normal. if he takes down some monsters, he'll feel like he's getting somewhere. ] But you're probably right. If they turn up anywhere, it'll be here.

[ he doesn't buy it, but he has a lot on his plate to deal with before he starts prying at full caliber. like how Ditey really does sound like Aphrodite. ] I'm Percy. I'd shake your hand, but [ Percy, stop ] I was told once that I'm not allowed to get any of that love magic.

[halfdressed]

[ Her laughter is loud and charmed, and she gives his hair an invasive ruffle. What is personal space, even. ]

You won't get a whiff of my power unless you want it, cutie, and you certainly aren't going to catch anything from touching me, geez. Way to make a girl feel welcome! Tone down the rumour-mill.

[ So rude, Percy, gosh!! ]

Who told you not to hang with me?

[ripstides]

[ he's surrounded by women on a daily basis. he doesn't remember what personal space is supposed to feel like. if he leans out of the touch, it's more for display than actually being bothered by it. he's an easygoing guy when he isn't dreading the end of the world. ] Me? You're calling me the grapevine?

[ he huffs. she's not scary like Piper's mom at all. ]

My girlfriend. [ they were kids then. ] Not that we were dating at the time. I would've sworn she hated me. [ Ditey doesn't want to hear about his memories though. ] We were trying to get something back for your boyfriend because we needed his help and I found your scarf, so yeah, touching that was off limits.

[halfdressed]

[ Aphrodite almost lights up when she hears he has a girlfriend, clapping excitedly and coming to attention. ]

Ahwww! Young love! My favourite! What do you mean, though — my scarf? Psh, I must have a thousand of those. You went to see Hephy?

[ripstides]

We were there for Ares' shield. Your scarf just happened to be there, too. [ no, he doesn't mean her husband. he means her boyfriend. but maybe things are different in her world. maybe she isn't only more nurturing and friendly than the Aphrodite he knows, maybe she's isn't like her at all. ] I guess you'd say there was.. love magic on it. I don't know.

Hephaestus wasn't too happy about it. [ but! that's maybe not his story to spill. ] I don't think you could be more different than the Aphrodite I know if you tried.

[halfdressed]

Like Ares doesn't have a hundred of those, too.

[ Her scarves are way more important, they stop crimes of fashion occurring. Or should. 'Love magic' on it, gross. Sounds like an STD, which she does not condone. ]

Herc's buddy Iolaus told me this one time that he went through a portal to an alternate reality where, like, everyone was way different. Ares was the God of Love and I was this weird, prudish queen. [ Her smile wilts again, a little harder to pick up. ] And Hephaestus wasn't ever really happy about much anyway, don't sweat it.

[aphrodisiacs]

[ if percy were to ask alisha what she thought of the shard being inside of them all, she'd tell him it was bullshit. there's nothing inside any of them that makes them special. things outside of their control do that — lightning storms and other powerful and incredibly unstable people. shit happens because she didn't ask for it (and, jesus, doesn't she sound like curtis?). but with this shard comes free food — and alisha's going to focus on that for now. her friends are safe; simon will come find her; nothing bad is going to happen here because she won't be here long enough for anything shitty to happen. ]

[ with a plate in her hand, she pulls the seat out beside him. it's then that she looks up and sees him — and perhaps it's the polite thing to do, to ask this question: ] Er. Anyone sitting here?

[ripstides]

[ he's off in la la land really, zoning out. he's not a thinker because it's dangerous and he doesn't belong in his own head. he doesn't have the patience for it mostly and also? his ideas are dangerous, so. Percy's attention snaps instantly in her direction once she reaches for the chair beside him and he straights up, shaking his head. ] Nope. It's all yours.

[ it's kind of nice to be eating with people, like actually eating beside them instead of around them. Poseidon's table, except for the times when his half-Cyclops brother was there, tended to be party of this guy. ] Did you.. Did you just get here too?

[aphrodisiacs]

[ alisha sits, plopping her plate on the table before her. she doesn't touch any of the food on her plate, however. letting out a big sigh, alisha doesn't look at all pleased at percy's question. ] Yeah. Get kidnapped and thrown a feast. [ she shakes her head. with her eyes narrowed in confusion, she asks: ] You got some weird shard inside of you?