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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[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.