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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Tauriel | The Hobbit (Film)

[daughteroftheforest]

Tauriel moves amongst the other guests quietly, silently for the most part. She is not unfamiliar with such luxuries as offered, but the nature of the merriment here is far, far different from home.

She's curious enough though, for her youthful and scant six hundred years, to want to take in the sights, the strange clothes, and the interactions of those around her.

[kilimanjaro]

[Kili has no real idea how he's got here or what exactly he's doing here. The wound in his leg has somehow miraculously healed itself, though last he knew, he was feverish and delirious, seeing things and people that couldn't possibly be there.

He catches a glimpse of her from across the crowd and surges to his feet, heart beating fast against his ribs.

It's her.]

Tauriel!

[daughteroftheforest]

[She hears the sound of her name and turns toward it. Kili is walking without pain, an his smile is full, and that pleases her no end. Her tone is warm when she greets him.]

Kili. How long have we been here, do you know?

[kilimanjaro]

[Her question catches him off guard and he pauses a moment, glancing about the room.]

This place can't be real, can it?

[Come on, seriously? It's more likely he's dead.]

[daughteroftheforest]

Well, I feel quite real.

[Experimentally, she reaches out and gives him a little pinch on his arm.]

[kilimanjaro]

Ow. [He huffs and brushes her hand off.]

Perhaps we've been Spelled?

[daughteroftheforest]

[There is the faintest lift of the corners of her mouth. Almost a smile.]

Perhaps so. But I do not think it would be wise for us to act aggressively until we have a better understanding of why we have been brought here in the first place.

[She stares at him.] Your leg looks much better.

[kilimanjaro]

[Kili nods, glancing down at his leg.] It's completely healed. Not even a twinge, no scar...like it was never there.

[overdraws]

There's a girl nearby, brown hair, wearing aforementioned strange clothes, a large recurve bow strapped to her person. Allison seems almost lost, standing near the table of food, hands clasped in front of her as she scans the crowd.

She doesn't want to be alone, here, but she's certain she is, and part of her thinks she should branch out and talk to people she doesn't know.

Part of her thinks she'll wake up, soon enough, that the last few weeks have been nothing more than a superbly bad dream, and this is the proof. She's hoping, anyway.

[daughteroftheforest]

A human girl. And so young. Tauriel is aware that the Rohirrim have shield maidens, but she has yet to see a human female with a bow, much less in such clothes as Allison is wearing.

Granted, she's met very few humans, but still. She finds herself filled with sympathy when she senses the girl's uncertainty.

Her steps are silent and place her perhaps unexpectedly at Allison's shoulder.

"I can only imagine that this must be strange for you." comments Tauriel quietly, so as not to startle the young woman.

[overdraws]

She's not terribly startled, as used as she is to werewolves appearing out of nowhere. Still, she jumps slightly, turning to look up at the woman beside her.

"Uh, maybe a little," she says, a small tight smile on her face. "Usually when I'm at parties there's more dubstep and less... pixies."

[daughteroftheforest]

Tauriel's first instinct is to ask what dubstep is, but from the connotation she assumes it must be some mortal form of dance. Humans do dance at their parties, right?

"The celebrations I am accustomed to usually likewise lack for such creatures as well." says Tauriel with a faint smile. "If you will forgive me, I could not help but wonder that they would take a human at such a young age," she gestures with slender, strong finger toward the bow Allison carries, and then indicates her own, "But I can see you have a skill they would no doubt find useful."

[overdraws]

"I don't know about that," she says, a little bit shyly, but she shrugs the bow off and examines it, thinking.

"I'm not that good."

[orcsurfing]

"It is reassuring to know that there is at least one person whose abilities I have seen by now, and know that I can trust their skill," a voice in a lilt amused, perhaps, and light, speaking clear elven instead of the common tongue. It comes from somewhere to the side of Tauriel, at first possessing no face nor body, until Legolas finally steps into view. A smile on his lips, light in his eyes and beyond style of dress - still with visible Mirkwood influences, yet something else entirely - nothing much different about him. He continues without a hitch, a brief glance at Tauriel, before he sweeps his gaze over the crowds, "Given the circumstances we find ourselves in."

It's a peculiar situation, but one he went into willingly. Legolas had experienced first hand the threat and the calamity of a war, and while one would think he had enough of it in his lifetime, it wasn't quite so. Still willing to put forth effort to spare another world what comes with darkness and evil.

"It is all allies that we look upon, or should be," no distrust here, simply a fair share of wariness, "But a familiar face is still a thoroughly comforting sight."

[daughteroftheforest]

She is unable to keep a small smile from curving its way onto her mouth as she glances at him sidelong. "The circumstances we find ourselves in are unusual enough," she readily agrees, "That indeed, a familiar face is a reassurance. But are you entirely certain that we walk among allies?"

A slender hand is lifted, offering a vague gesture to those gathered. "I do not understand the nature of the magic of this place."