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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aslan | those books about kids playing in furniture

[maned]

1. Caer Glaem

[ A great Lion there is, but not wholly lion-like. Bigger, golden and with an intelligence in his gaze that the dumb animals have never worn. He paces the halls of Caer Glaem curiously while the feast goes on, exploring the strange new land so similar to Narnia and yet not; fairies like him very much and ride on his back, their tinkling language causing him to chuckle, low and gruff, now and then.

Overall, however, he appears quite solemn. ]


2. Caer Scima

[ This castle is not half as gay or vibrant as its twin, but it is dark and clever and the shadows shrink from the Lion as he pads through, watching their own feast of welcome before moving on. Allied as the fairies say he is with Caer Glaem, there are those here who yet deserve a chance to prove that they can think for themselves away from their cruel mistress.

The High-Queen does not know he is here, for he moves in rather curious ways. ]

/internal keysmashing also option 1

[marksqueen]

[Aslan. She thought she said goodbye to him in Narnia, but here he is again, as big as she remembered. Susan notes the fact that she can see him right away, which honestly is a bit of a relief to her after all that uncertainty earlier. And him being here means he can explain everything and send her and her siblings back home.

She approaches him, curtseying. Note how she is still in her Narnian clothes, Aslan]

Aslan.

[maned]

Dear One.

[ He pauses when she approaches, something of a surprised smile in his tone; his senses are somewhat dampened here and he cannot tell where the children are, if they are here at all. Strange. That she is still wearing Narnian clothing is ... curious, for the moment. ]

Come closer, Susan. You need not keep your distance from me.

[marksqueen]

[the fact that he seems surprised to see her does not put her at ease. Before, he's always seemed to be aware of things and have a plan. Still, he's said before that nothing happens the same way twice. Maybe even he can be surprised.

Obediently she approaches him, looking deep into his eyes. Feeling his wildness and kindness, and she boldly rests her hand in his mane]

I didn't think I would ever see you again.

[maned]

Did I not say that you would come to know me by another name? I have never left you, Susan. Not for a moment.

[ His presence is enough to soothe the wild creatures here, evidenced as fairies calm down twicefold where they have flown away to the rafters with Susan's approach. Yet Aslan himself, though pleased to see her, is troubled. ]

Walk with me awhile, we must talk. Should you find your brothers and sister, you will need to instruct them, also.

[marksqueen]

[she bites her lip. But that's exactly how it felt when he told her that she and Peter couldn't come back to Narnia. She takes a breath, her fingers tightening in his mane. Holding onto him just as she did during that night walk to the Stone Table]

I will do my best, Aslan. Just tell me what to say.

[maned]

[ She is more than welcome to stay close. It is where he wants her. ]

I am much diminished, Susan. Where once I saw great leagues, far across the waves, now I am sundered too, just as you are. There is a land away north where dark creatures roam, ruled by a High-Queen, and I do not believe her mercy toward those she houses in her domain is true. I have been there this night, I have walked unseen through her husband's home. It is not a place for wholesome creatures and many there yet are.

[ Concern paints his pensive words, soft in their emphasis. ]

There is a deep and ancient magic in this land, one that even I cannot overrule. You must be careful, Dear Heart, and so must your family. Careful and brave twicefold, more than you ever were during all your trials in Narnia.

[marksqueen]

[as he speaks it becomes clear to Susan that he had nothing to do with her or her siblings arriving in this land. Whatever magic is at work here, it is something beyond him. And that really makes her nervous. Yet she and her siblings and Aslan are all here. Surely that must mean something?

She thinks about what she knows of fairies. She was never given into fantasy, but she did learn a bit while she was a queen in Narnia]

We will be, Aslan. We always manage to keep each other safe.

[maned]

That much I do have faith in and always have.

[ His golden eyes rest on her, seeing not only her outward appearance but looking to the state of her heart; inviting her to speak. ]

[marksqueen]

[there is only one thing she can think to say. It's the same thing that's been bothering her for a while]

Are we going to be asked to leave this place once we've done what they want? Will we be sent home?

[maned]

Many stay. The race of Adam lives toward the south.

[ Which is all he will say to that, his gaze never wandering from hers. The grief of leaving Narnia is still fresh for her, he does not need to be himself to see and understand that. ]

I know the language spoken here, it came from the land long ago, before my eyes ever opened. I know the manner of creatures here too, what ventures into the wilderlands may remain in them. But, Susan, this land will eat your heart if you let it. Neither good nor evil, it simply is.

[marksqueen]

[it was a reasonable question to ask. She doesn't want to get too attached like she did the first time she was in Narnia. The second time she was more cautious and she still ended up forming bonds. Saying goodbye to Reepicheep, Trumpkin, Caspian and above all Aslan... It was painful for her]

I'll watch out for Lucy. She's much more likely to fall in love with this place. I'll be sure her heart isn't eaten. I won't let this place hurt her.

[unabatedly]

[He is not the only one roaming.

Neria Surana wanders the halls as well, ever watchful, for she does not trust the people in this place any more than she would trust the nobility of any hall. She has had experience with these things - fleeting as it was - and she knows that wherever she goes, she will be looked down upon by those above her. She is an elf, she is a mage; one of these things will be reviled and hated. But she carries both like a cloak and she is unapologetic for what and who she is. The few who have spoken to her here at Caer Glaem seem more interested in what she can offer than in her status (for now), and that is something she can work with, at least.

But there are odd creatures here, things she's never seen before. A spell wisp wraps itself around her in loops, casting a faint light in its wake, and she gives a wary glance over at the lion who pads near her.

She's even more startled to hear him suddenly chuckle.]

...Did you just laugh?

[maned]

[ Attention caught by the wispy lights of the spell the woman cloaks herself in, he comes to a stop at a respectable distance to answer her mildly. ]

I'd not heard the joke before.

[ And the fairies are dearly cheerful little things, he doesn't mind them perching on his mane. ]

[unabatedly]

[By the Maker. And it - he - talks too. Her eyes are wide with surprise as she regards the large animal.]

I've never heard a lion speak before.

[But then she remembers herself and she tips her head politely.]

I apologize. You probably have heard the same many times before me.

[maned]

[ The sheer size of him as he approaches ought to clue her in that he is no ordinary lion, along with the half-smile that plays around his muzzle and in his golden eyes. ]

I have, but I don't mind. Well met and good evening, my lady. I am Aslan.

[unabatedly]

[My, what big teeth he has. Well. She gives him a gentle smile.]

I am called Neria. It is a pleasure to meet you, Aslan. You're the most remarkable thing I've seen here.

[And that's saying something, considering.]

You were drawn here by the faeries as well, I take it?

omg???? also 1

[counterbalanced]

[Relief swamps him when his eyes finally land on Aslan, the candlelight bouncing radiantly off of the great lion's mane. He gives a deep, respectful bow.]

Aslan. [This time he can approach, knowing his faith has not wavered.]

<3!

[maned]

Edmund.

[ There's warmth in his voice and the breath which pours over the boy, this king of Narnia. Very pleased is Aslan to see him. ]

Rise and walk with me awhile. The night is young and the revellers deeply at their business.

[counterbalanced]

[As usual, the tickle of Aslan's breath gives him strength, and Edmund takes courage from it anew. He rises, eyes brighter than they were previously.]

I would gladly walk with you. [He has a few questions, all dancing at the tip of his tongue, but he manages to keep them in for the moment.] Have you just arrived?

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[ninedown]

I wouldn't trust those things near my fur, were I you.

[ Saash is perched up higher than the floor, along one of those long, empty corridors that make up the castle now that most all are at the feast, up on a window sill. Like any other cat, the noise and crowd of the celebration mostly offended her, so she left.

She hadn't expected to find a lion out here, though.

But then, land full of fairy tales. Should she really be surprised? ]

!!!!! option 1, also sorry for the c/p icons ;;;

[sublimity]

[Whatever he thought the rest of today might have held, it was dashed the moment he arrived, not in dreary England with the train station, but a strange place with all manner of people and fae. Weren't he and his siblings to return to England? Would Aslan not have said otherwise if they are meant to go elsewhere?

All questions and thoughts die in his throat when he catches sight of the golden warmth that is Aslan, the majesty nearly making him tremble. For while he had never expected to see Aslan in this form again, it does not surprise him in the least. If they are needed once more, and he will gladly do what is asked of him.

He drops to one knee in a deep bow, relief, joy, and wonder in his voice.]

Aslan.

Oooh, option 1

[ready_to_bloom]

[Caspian can sense the presence of the Great Lion before he sees him - Aslan has the effect of bringing both joy and solemnity to a crowd. But when Caspian does turn and see the Lion, he can't stop the smile spreading across his face, even as he drops to his knee and bows his head.]

Greetings, Aslan.

[If the Lion is here, Caspian has faith that this is a place he should be as well.]

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[beleg]

[Beleg does not like this place; there were too many things here that remind him of Morgoth and his ilk. He remains at the edges of the feast for a little while, watching various merrymakers wander here and there, learning what he could before the lights and the noise wearies him and he goes off to search for a quite and safe (or as safe as this place could be) to think and reset. Beleg has never been a lover of parties.

Eventually he finds an out of the way courtyard with a small fountain in the middle. Beleg settles himself on a bench half hidden in the shadows and looks skywards, hoping to see the stars, unfamiliar as they are.]

oh my godddd

[hexuality]

[ There's something about Gryffindors and lions. Well, of course there is. But Ginny's never seen a real one in all her life and she's... fairly certain she just heard this one laugh, too. It's a low rumble but—

Of course she approaches him. Uncertainty will always give way to boldness in her life and somehow, she feels comforted by his presence even before anything else. ]

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