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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merlin | bbc's merlin

[upastige]

[ While faeries and the like aren't entirely unfamiliar to Merlin he's still baffled and a little overwhelmed by the sheer mass of them that he's seeing in front of him; the fae, the magic, the revelry, the joy of it all. He hasn't seen anything quite like it, even among the Druids or the priests of Camelot and Albion and, for some time, he's struck by it -

at least until he starts to enjoy himself.

It's easy to get a little caught up in the dancing and the magic, the happiness of it all, like it's some grand feast or celebration to make far too much out of a royal's birthday. Of course, Merlin being Merlin, that doesn't really last as long as he might like. He turns to head back to the table, to get a drink, when he stumbles and trips.

Right into another person.

Why is it always him? ]

Oof -- sorry! Sorry...

:B

[counterbalanced]

That's all right.

[Unfamiliar as everything else is, the sight of a solemn-faced eleven year old regarding him is probably just one of the many oddities around the feast.

Edmund cocks his head, eyes suddenly sharp.]

Your garb is rather old fashioned. You aren't from the modern world, are you?

[upastige]

[ Merlin blinks, looking a little shocked as he gathers himself up, before he grins. Solemn kids aren't exactly a novelty to him anymore so, instead, he grins and shakes his head. ]

That depends on what you mean by the modern world.

[counterbalanced]

[The accent places the man somewhere in Britain, which makes it a little easier for Edmund.]

Does the term electricity sound familiar to you?

[upastige]

... No.

[ Not really, not in any way that sounds familiar -- and it doesn't sound magical, either. ]

[counterbalanced]

I had a feeling. [So that answers the question. Properly medieval this one, from the looks of it.]

Where are you from?

[upastige]

Camelot, in Albion. [ He pauses, looking a little confused. ] Where are you from?

[firith]

[ Being accustomed to the strength of Dorwinion wine, he remains largely unaffected by the fare of Caer Glaem. Taller than the stranger who bumps into him, the Elvenking steadies him with a light touch under an arm, stepping back once the flushed man is once more upright while holding his drink to one side so it doesn't splash. ]

It is notoriously difficult to see through ones goblet, mine occupied my attention. [ Wry humour, just a little. u havin some merry fun there, son? ] There is no harm done.

[upastige]

[ Merlin just laughs, looking particularly sheepish and lifting a hand to scratch absently at the back of his head. Oops? He's making a fool out of himself and it's barely been five minutes - ]

I just tripped, really, my mother always said I was going to break my neck someday.

[firith]

[ A cheerful boy, he surmises. It's a nice change from the suspicion of others, regarding the castle. For his part, Thranduil senses nothing ill or evil in these halls. ]

I hope very much that you do not. Your friends will undoubtedly wait for you, if that is the reason for such haste.

[upastige]

No, I'm not worried about my friends. I mean, I am, but that wasn't why I was rushing. I just got a little carried away.

[firith]

You came willingly then, with the fairies' leave?

[ So many seem to be at odds with their fate here, it's baffling. ]

[upastige]

Oh, yes. I'm not entirely sure what I'm supposed to do here, but they said they needed help, so...

[ all things magical are far too familiar to him, sadly. ]

[smallshoes]

Oh! Th - That's all right—

[But it doesn't look very all right!!! Well, Elizabeth's had a rough day, with this kidnapping at all. Fairy stories come to life have overwhelmed her completely, and arriving here without the comfort of a loved one has been an even worse shock. She's shaky and perplexed, and now she may start crying (again). Forgive her; she's only fourteen. And though those are indeed a couple of rapiers speared through the side of her skirt (they're cumbersome to carry around with no belt), she very much has the heart of a young girl, and this is a little too much adventure for her, thank you very much.

Though from a different era, she's dressed like nobility, if somewhat disheveled - her curls are only half-done, drooping, and she has her fiance's jacket to cover her corset. It looks like her actual dress is gone; these are only her lavish underthings (though they do cover pretty much everything, and then some). Ah, how her tears well up now!]

as if i could resist

[hexuality]

[ Ginny moves with the stumble so neither of them go entirely careening to the floor, and though she's smaller, she catches his shoulders as best she can—even though drink sort of goes spilling all over between them. ]

No, it's alright, I wasn't looking either— [ She wonders if she can draw her wand to clean this mess up, lip caught between her teeth. ] You didn't get any on you, did you?