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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3. jack frost ❄ rotg (OTA)

[icy]

[ There's peace and quiet to be found in the snowy Spinebacks and he enjoys spending hours playing with the sylphs and misty horses of the upper reaches, but Jack always returns to the castle-proper of Caer Glaem before the night is out and steals through the lofty corridors as silent as a breath of wind, only pausing to grab a bite to eat or brush off the fairies that always seem to get in his way by implementing unexpected races ('Not tonight, go on — shoo!'). Tonight, he makes his way into one of the many cosy common rooms and perches on the armrest of a sofa, staff leaning against a shoulder as he listens to an old resident weaving tales of an old battle by the crackling hearth (from which Jack keeps his distance).

He pokes a plate of snacks on the nearby table and freezes the icing of one to the end of his staff, intending to reel the cake back in to nibble on the hardened top — the plop of the still-soft sponge onto a lap gives him pause, however, ('Whoops!') and he glances over at the only other person sitting on the sofa who now owns somewhat crumbly clothes. ]

Sorry about that.

[alittlemorewit]

[Normally Lizzie would be utterly shocked at someone who had not been officially introduced speaking to her. It was highly improper and not befitting of someone of her standing, however, none of this was even vaguely familiar nor did any of it make sense. She had been in a world of her own as she tried to apply her wit and logic to this but she was, sadly, coming up short.

She was sure, though, that having a shard inside of her would also qualify as highly improper in society. She gently brushes the crumbs away and gave the young man a small smile.]

There is no harm done.

[icy]

It'd be interesting to see what kind of harm a cake could do, am I right?

[ Haha ... ha. Mm. Awkward much.

She looks to be a few years older than him, maybe in her twenties, and the lady in question is definitely better turned-out than Jack in his frosted hoodie and torn, bare-footed trousers; he knows that style of clothing, remembers it from so long ago. Two-hundred years in the past of the world he is familiar with, roughly, if he had to guess. Meeting her gaze briefly, he gives an apologetic smile and tumbles the dropped cake back onto the plate of those on offer, vying for something else to say that isn't completely stupid to his own ears. ]

Are you enjoying the story?

[ With a nod to the tale-spinner by the fireplace. ]

[alittlemorewit]

[That does incite her to chuckle lightly.]

I am sure my sisters could answer you well regarding the damage of cake on lace and muslin.

I am, although I do not really understand it. The closest thing I know that I could liken it to is one of Shakespeare's comedies. I do not quite follow the good speaker.

I fear it is highly improper, but I must introduce myself, I think. I am Elizabeth Bennet of Longbourn.

[icy]

It's nice to meet you, Elizabeth.

[ She's sweet and charming, and Jack finds himself smiling reflexively. Improper isn't something he's heard from anyone in a while and he blows on his palm to summon a snowflake out of the chill, sending it dancing lightly over to where Elizabeth sits. ]

I'm Jack Frost ... of, well. Winter.

[13th_member]

[Jack isn't the only one out in the cold of the mountains. Although Roxas has no plans to climb much farther from his current position, he's really using the snowy landscape as a place to try ripping open a Dark Corridor. And with the first few attempts, he's so glad that he's in a somewhat secluded place considering how much arm-flailing has occurred. At least he's doing okay temperature-wise with his Organization coat, although the cold gusts of air keep threatening to push down his hood.

But the lack of portal popping up is becoming frustrating. A growl finally escapes when Roxas decides it's completely useless to try again, but he has a other things to try out. Holding out a hand, he mentally taps into his connection to his Keyblade, which immediately materializes into his grasp. At least that's something. The silver metal of the giant key is a welcome sight, for sure. Now for a test run on his magic.]

Something simple, right? What about... [He pulls his arm back, almost as if to cast a line--]

Fire!

[The magic bursts from the end of the key and promptly zooms through the air before exploding into a pile of snow. It's...definitely one of the noisier uses of that spell. If he's learned anything about Sora's adventures with Mulan, he should know to be careful about explosion around large amounts of snow.]

[icy]

[ An ungainly squawk comes from above where the flamethrower narrowly misses the Guardian of Fun, a shower of ice raining down on the offender to freeze its weapon. ]

Hey! Watch where you're throwing spells out here! You're going to hit a sylph or something, carrying on like that.

[ Didn't you know, Roxas? This abandoned wilderness isn't very abandoned! ]

[13th_member]

Huh-?

[Wasn't exactly expecting that, but at least it's not an avalanche. And while he does dodge on instinct, some of the shower still hits its mark, making Roxas flinch as ice encases the silver metal and encroaches the guard. That doesn't mean he's going to lower his defense, just in case there's going to be another attacked. His stance shifts into almost a crouch but still poised for a fight, and there's a spark of light in his free hand as he readies a potential laser array.]

Sylph, what?!

[Seriously, he thought he was alone, and now some random guy is shouting? Not that he knows what a sylph is either, but he doesn't appreciate almost becoming frozen. Frostbite is also not welcome, which is why he eventually dismisses the keyblade to make things easier for himself and to calm down the situation. (At he's not powerless-- he still has his light manipulation to work with if Jack tries anything funny.)

Ugh, what a mess.]

Sorry, I didn't-- ['mean to shoot at you, I just didn't see you"?] I didn't think anyone would be around here, okay? It's not like I can practice magic in the middle of the streets either.

[aphrodisiacs]

[ the tales mean little to her. alisha thinks she won't be here long. she doesn't need to listen to this shit, of whatever it is the old resident is spouting about. while a part of her knows it might be helpful in the future — well, she doesn't have one, does she? not here, not there, not anywhere, really. it's with a sigh — aggravated, tired, listless — she rests her elbow against the sofa and leans her cheek into her palm. from the corner of her eye she watches jack with interest. it's not uncommon for her to see someone with a bullshit power doing something equally as bullshit, but, tonight, his doesn't seem all that bad. ]

[ until, of course, the cake plops right into her lap. she glances down, eyebrow raised, not at all too happy with this sudden turn of events. ] How about you don't do that? [ she wants to sound angry, but her voice comes out softly, and almost as if she's asking him what that was. ]

[icy]

[ Wincing, he offers a shrug. At least he got the icing, that's ... something. Right? Oops. ]

Kind've hungry and can't be bothered to head down to the kitchens. [ Way, way too far to go for a sandwich. Free snacks aren't something he's going to snub any time soon. ] Isn't going to leave a stain is it? The cake.

[aphrodisiacs]

[ the icing is all that matters (and alisha is quite grateful none of it is on her.) alisha glances down at his question, not really sure if it will leave a stain. she doesn't really know this shit — doesn't really go out of her way to eat cakes these days. all she knows is there's no way to get bloodstains out without really ripping apart clothing. ]

[ she doesn't sound too angry as she ponders: ] Think it'll be all right. [ she glances at him, specifically at his staff. it reminds her of a scythe, the way it's shaped. her brows crease together: ] Why're you trying to pick up a cake with a staff? That shit's just going to fall off onto the floor and make an even bigger mess.

[icy]

I wasn't, I only wanted the sweet topping and froze it so it'd stick. Just ... forgot about the rest.

[ He snaps a chip of frozen icing off what he holds in his hand, offering it over. ]

Want some?

[madcuriosity]

[Alice blinked as she was suddenly with a messy dress. She turned and looked at who caused it and she plucks it off to hand it to him. She's trying to decide if she's too curious on how he did that or if she's angry at the fact that she just had cake fall on her, apparently brought about by this boy.

Curiosity, as always, won out (it was how she ended up here, after all).]

How did you do that?

[icy]

With terrible balance, more than anything.

[ Quipping his answer, he takes the cake from her and rolls it back onto the table, out of the way. ]

[madcuriosity]

[She sits up and blinks as she looks at him.]

You have white hair! Are you a faerie too?

[icy]

Nope, just me. I'm Jack Frost, and I'm most definitely not a fairy. [ And to prove it, he blows a snowflake over to bop her on the nose. ] What's your name?

[akito]

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[ Akito is jolted out of his daze by the bit of food that lands on his lap. He jumps slightly, letting out a bit-back squeak of surprise. It doesn't take him long to figure out what's happened, and he's quick to offer a small, awkward smile to show that there's no harm done. ]

It's okay. They needed a wash anyway, ne?

[ though the food on his lap reminds him that he's hungry. He and Agito have both been avoiding eating and drinking as much as they can, out of fear the more they eat the more indebted they might become. They take only what they need to survive. Their stomach so kindly growls it's disagreement with this plan.

Akito reluctantly offers the food to the boy who dropped it; holds out the hem of his shirt like a tray. ]

Do you still want it, or should I throw it out?

[glacio]

[ Elsa actually tried to pick a spot a little closer to the fire, just in case she accidentally, ah, frosted anything, hoping the heat from the hearth would melt it just as quickly as she formed it. but politeness resulted in her giving up her spot to someone that looked a little chilly, and so now she's sitting at the other end, pretending her very queenly sensibilities aren't completely offended by the boy who is sitting on the couch improperly. but it reminds her of something Anna might do, something she likely did do when they were much younger and she felt like bugging her for playtime, so instead of being huffy about it, she just. tries to pretend she's perfectly comfortable with him right there. looming.

no, not looming, don't be silly. he's here to listen to the man's story, the same as she is. he's not even paying any attention to her-

plop

she doesn't start, but her eyes blow wide because is the top of that cake frozen? did she do that and not even realize it? oh. oh no. ]

Oh. It's alright, really.

[ and she almost apologizes for freezing the cake that he dropped on her, but that would be ridiculous of her, wouldn't it? so instead she just plucks it up off of the lap of her skirt, brushing off the stray crumbs ( and onto the floor, how rude of her, but she's not really focusing on that ) and holding up the little cake for him to take. only by then, she's managed to freeze over the bottom half of the cake ]

-- Ah.

[ UMMMMM? ]

[icy]

[ Jack, by contrast, has spent so long today cartwheeling with the sylphs that he's a little wilder in looks than usual and perching on the armrest of the sofa is a more than natural reflex. He does, however, looks chagrined all over when the young lady accepts his apology, because almost immediately afterward the cake ices over and he ... is very confused. Did he do that? ]

Sorry! [ He's just made of apologies today, apparently. Reaching over to pluck the cake out of her hands, he lets a layer of hoarfrost encase it all over in his palm, almost to hide the evidence. ] I must've made it colder than I thought when I tapped it the first time.

[ ... Tossing it casually over a shoulder now. EVIDENCE GONE, so smooth. ]

[glacio]

[ her eyes get a little wider, somehow, and then she's looking straight forward and clasping her hands in her lap, like that's how one is meant to "ACT NATURAL" when things were getting overwhelming. but he just froze the cake over entirely, which meant- he was like her? well, very obviously not like her, considering he just threw the cake away, but. oh, she needs to calm down. she feels panicked and excited and pleased and so scared all at once and she's not sure she can handle feeling things like this all at once just yet. even now that she's accepted her gift, learned to love it really, she's still so nervous about hurting people with her inability to control what she can do.

so she pulls in a slow breath and shuts her eyes, which probably makes her seem crazy, but it's better than freezing over the whole room and completely ruining her chances of ever being seen as more than a danger to those around her. so. ]

No. You didn't.

[ still in that same it's alright tone she had before, now a little softer, making it obvious she's trying reallyveryhard not to get too excited, negatively or positively, just yet. not here, not with all these people around them. so instead she looks down at her lap, letting her hands part just so she can curl her fingers closed, then open again, forming a little orb of snow between them, before clasping them together again, making it vanish in a small totally magical looking wisp. and now she'll finally peek up at him again, suddenly the shyest young woman in the world. but at least she's smiling a bit. I can do that, too. ]

Perhaps we should go somewhere we can talk.

[ trying so hard to sound collected here, but she's failing, she knows it. she's too pleased, too nervous. ]

[icy]

[ He's about to leave her alone, shy as she is, when he notices the little snowball forming in her hands. He barks out a laughs and turns to face her, leaning over the couch and extending a palm; a flurry of snowflakes fly up, twirling around between them and chasing her wispy snowball leftovers. Both of them, then. Both of them have ice magic!

Jack practically thrums with enthusiasm as he extends a cold hand. She won't mind touching him, will she? If she's chilly enough to use frost ... ]

Let's go outside. [ Bright blue eyes twinkle as he stems his amusement. ] Since we're definitely going to make a mess.

[rekhyt]

[Bartimaeus had been relaxing, enjoying not technically having to do anything and not suffering for it - sure it couldn't last, but if he was to be allowed to loaf about then he felt he'd earned it. He'd taken the shape of a menacing shadow for the heck of it - it was an amusing contrast to who the boss was supposed to be this time, which was all the excuse he needed. But it did make an amusing contrast, a fanged shadow with seven glowing red eyes and mists of vapor drifting away lounging in a recliner. Just about the first time he'd had an opportunity to lounge, come to it.

And then a cake fell in his lap. He sighed.]

Shoddy work. If you're going to work a Freeze, at least make sure you've done it properly.

[icy]

[ Shadows don't scare Jack like they used to. It's not the smartest approach to take, but he thinks he'll be alright with the one casually relaxing on the couch like it just got back from a hard day's work. When the cake drops on the creature's lap, Jack's lips twitch. He busies himself nibbling the swirl of icing successfully nabbed on the top. ]

Hey, I wasn't aiming to freeze it all, buddy, only the top.

[ Shoddy work, wow. ]

[rekhyt]

[The shadow gives a disparaging sniff.]

Don't know what shoddy class of spirit they've taken to employing these days. Solomon would weep.¹

[1: Oh, probably not literally, but not much would make the old guffer shed a tear, would it?]

[icy]

Are you serious right now?

[ Nettled by the comment, he sends a rush of fern-frost across the couch from where he perches on the armrest without moving, the crackle of a wooden frame and fibers freezing solid. Then he offers him a smile. ]

I'm not employed by anyone. [ He doesn't get paid, anyway. ] Isn't there a Boogeyman around here somewhere that you should be following around?

[ What the heck is with sassy shadows. ]