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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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[ So. Fairies. Faeries? She vaguely recalls the bestiary being vague on the spelling, among other things. Mostly the giant basically bolded text of 'does not exist'. Clearly someone in her family needed to be educated.

She'd have to fix it when she got home, if she ever got home.

She's wandering the party, lingering a little bit near the food tables, wondering, idly, if she should eat. She's hungry, but isn't there also some kind of rule about fairy food? ]

( well, of all the places she could be stuck, at least they have good taste in snacks. not that she's all too hungry, what with being interdimensionally kidnapped. or whatever this is. it's some complete defiance of physics, that much she's aware of. what the point of all of it is, she's not too clear about. but this party isn't too bad, and all things considered, she's been in worse situations. certainly not weirder situations, because going from one freakshow to the next, that's pretty even in terms of strange. but the actual conditions seem a little bit less life threatening than usual, and she's not going to overlook that.

just like she's not going to overlook the sudden presence of her best friend right there at the table with her, looking just about as hungry as lydia feels, but still considering any of the tasty looking foods placed in front of them. she's glad she isn't the only one who's completely skeptical. )

Well. At least we're in this together, right?

[ Allison would jump, but she's too glad to see someone she knows, and not only someone she knows but someone she's close to and, frankly, adores. She'd be less happy to see, say, Derek Hale. But then, she'd be less happy to see just about anyone. Allison grins wide at her, bumping Lydia's shoulder with her own. ] I wouldn't want anyone else here.

( lydia returns the enthusiastic smile and nudges right back, playful. her smile, however bright and large, is accompanied by slightly large eyes in a rather awkward expression that reads nothing short of 'well-now-what-do-we-do?!'. it's also the look she gets when she's smiling and trying to be polite while seriously questioning someone's IQ or social aptitude. like almost every time stiles babbled at her about something, until she actually got to know him better. yeah. that face. )

And it isn't as if we haven't had our fair share of seriously bizarre situations together. I'd say at this point, we can handle just about anything.

[ Allison knows that look, and doesn't blame her for it this time. She looks around at the party surrounding them, and then back to the table, before turning fully to Lydia. ] Even being kidnapped by fairies?

( lydia's smile becomes instantly more perky and the half-barked chuckle, followed by a sweep of her eyes at the rest of the partygoers - some even weirder than the situation itself, if that's even believable - is nothing short of exasperated. )

Even getting kidnapped by faeries. I think as far as situations go, this is actually pretty tame. I mean, what we're used to involves a lot more... I dunno. Corpses?

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[ Allison can't argue that point, and the look on her face shows it; she follows Lydia's gaze at the people surrounding them, shaking her head slightly. ] And psychotic killers. These people just seem like Stiles on a bender.

( the sound that comes from lydia at that comment is entirely unladylike, somewhere between snorting and squeaking and laughter. she composes herself almost instantly, though, and rubs her lips together with a wry smile. ) What, so... Harmless, essentially? I'm not sure it's safe to make an assumption that could lead to eventual injury. Better to be on our guard until we know more, right?

[ Allison smirks, too, glancing over at the redhead. ] Way better. To be honest, I'm kind of mad the bestiary doesn't have anything on faeries that I can find. There really isn't even anything on banshees, like you. [ Her face falls, a little, as she looks back out to the crowd of people and non people around them. It's a sea of clothing and hairstyles she both recognizes and doesn't, food that looks familiar but isn't, people that just look off. It leaves an unsettled feeling in her gut. She is, at least, grateful that it's not the same culture shock she got when she learned about werewolves. But then again, having as many violent wakeup calls over the past sixth months as she's had has probably numbed her to it. ] I'm kind of in the dark, you know? It's a little overwhelming.

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( Lydia cocks her head to the side, squinting her eyes in thought. ) You know, you aren't wrong. I don't remember anything about faeries. Doesn't mean there isn't anything out there. Once they show up in Beacon Hills I'm sure something will show up. ( She runs her tongue over her lips and rubs them together, then gives Allison a reassuring, if not sympathetic, squeeze to her upper arm. ) What isn't overwhelming anymore, Allison? Think about it. We can handle pretty much anything. It'll be fine. And if it's not fine, then we'll just have to make it fine.

[ She's glad Lydia's there, probably more than Lydia knows. Werewolves were all fine and dandy to have on your side in a pinch, but Allison wouldn't trade having Lydia at her back for anyone. Some things were just easier with your best friend at your side. Being kidnapped to a faery realm being one of them.

She smiles gratefully at Lydia, at her ability to cut through the bullshit and make herself in charge despite whatever it was life was throwing at them. When Lydia says it, Allison believes that they can make this fine, whatever this is. ] Thanks, Lydia.

[It's a breath taking banquette. There are creatures here that Peter has only ever thought of as true fiction. The supernatural world, even to him, is filled with mysteries and secrets. Fairies? He hadn't counted on them. Though, after everything else, perhaps he really ought to have.

He's keeping an eye out for anyone, really. The scent of Derek, the hapless energy only Scott and Stiles seem capable of giving off. The distinct scent of Lydia's perfume.

He should have expected an Argent.

He's distant, at first. Allison isn't a friend. Allison is, at a push, an ally. But Scott isn't here, as far as he can see, to mediate between them. Charm won't say him from an arrow or a punch to the nose. He lingers, just a bit off - waits patiently for her to notice him instead.

Safer, probably.

Probably. ]

[ It's easy to tell the moment she sees him, because she's looking around the party with a rather neutral expression on her face, taking in the sights, assessing the room. When she sees him, she stops, though, freezes in place and her face goes from a happy neutral to narrowed eyes and furrowed brow.

She doesn't have a cattle prod on her. Not this time.

She does, however, have her bow, some arrows, and her daggers all in plain sight, and it's one of these a hand drops to, clutching the hilt.

And then she starts stalking towards him, determination very apparent in her expression. ]

[Yeah, Scott would have been willing to bet faeries, or however you spelled it, were definitely on the 'does not exist' list, but it looks like he was wrong. Way wrong, considering the circumstances.

He's still trying to process everything in his head, a plate of food in his hands. He's already eaten some. He doesn't know anything about faeries so let's hope it's not poisonous or anything.

Maybe if she were anyone else he would have run into her, not paying a whole lot of attention to where he was going. He's already bumped into a few people with half muttered apologies, and almost got into a fight some surly guy, who thankfully backed down when he saw his eyes glow.

Allison isn't just anyone else though. She's Allison, and from day one he's been able to pic her out of a crowd. So when he hears her, smells her, senses her there, he heads straight for her.]

Hey.

[ She turns the second she hears his voice, because he's not the only one who can pick the other out in a crowd. She's not supernatural by any means, but there's no forgetting him, in any shape or form. If Allison believed in that kind of thing, she'd say it was fate.

She smiles when she sees him, relaxing instantly, more than a little sympathetic. ] Hey. They got you, too?

Yeah. Crazy, huh? Faeries and all.

[He glances around the room at the people around them, and the winged creatures flitting about. That was going to take some getting used to.

After a moment he turns back to face her.]

You okay?

As well as I can be, all things considered. [ She nods a little, watching him. ] What about you?

[He shrugs.] Oh you know, mildly freaking out. Trying to wrap my head around it.

[Shaking his head.] You'd think I'd be used to this kind of thing by now.

[ He earns a small laugh at that. ] Nah. This is totally different than someone turning into a giant lizard monsters. Jackson never managed to sprout wings.

Thank god! ['Cause if that had happened Scott wasn't sure what he would have done. Possibly had a major freak out.

He takes a bite of something off his plate, then holds it out to her offering her anything on it.]

I think I can handle faeries over lizard things any day. At least they're... friendly? [He was pretty sure they were friendly at least.]

[ She hesitates after a moment, and then figures, why not? So she grabs what looks to be a slice of some kind of fruit, and takes a bit. ] Friendly enough, anyway. I mean, it's not every day that kidnappers throw a party for their victims.

No kidding. I feel like I need some, I don't know, princely clothes? What do princes even wear? Tunics?

[The food hasn't done anything weird to him yet, so it's probably safe. Not that he even considered that it might not be. Alpha he may be, but forward thinking is still something he needs to work on.]

I think Prince William wears khakis. [ It's delicious, if anything, and Allison snags another little bit off his plate, chewing thoughtfully. ]

You're right, though, [ She says, as a lovely woman dressed in what could only be described as a Lord of the Rings style gown walks past. ] I feel really under dressed.

[Scott actually saw one of the Lord of the Rings movies with Stiles once, though he couldn't name which one. This was definitely that kind of style. He watches the woman walk past as well.]

I'd probably look weird dressed like that though.

[ Allison looks back to him, and shakes her head. ] You think so? I think you'd look okay. Maybe not a dress, but... [ She scans the crowd, and then nods towards a male someone dressed a little more stereotypical fantasy. ] Maybe that? I think you could pull off the cloak and leather leggings.

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Allison Argent ➸ Teen Wolf

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