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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Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III | How to Train Your Dragon

[breadmaking]

scenario 1;

[Okay, so yeah, this was all really weird. Even having had it all explained to him, he still thinks it's weird. Really weird. He's had some time to settle and get used to it, but...still. Brought here by fairies to be a fighter for them? It sounds like some silly dream, or something.

Hiccup can't deny that the feast is pretty great, though. He may or may not have had his fill of the food there, grateful for it. He was hungry, okay? He's a Viking, eating is a big thing with them.

It's his curiosity that gets the better of him before the evening is through, however. Once he's satisfied himself with the food, he casts a quick glance around, just checking to see if anyone's paying him any mind. Of course, no one is, so he carefully sneaks away from the table and out the doorway into the castle hallways.

The place is a lot more grand than anything he's ever seen, and he can't help but admire it all as he walks. In fact, his gaze is everywhere but on where he's going, which, of course, leaves him very prone to tripping over something (possibly himself), or someone else.

Hopefully anyone heading his way is paying more attention than he is.]

[icy]

[ It's been a busy night for everyone and by the time most of them are ambling back to their bedrooms, the nocturnal fae are already going about their business. Jack doesn't sleep often, sometimes in trees on a particularly fluffy, snowy winter's evening, but tonight isn't like that. He glides through the corridors as silent as a ghost (haha god damn it), pausing here and there to freeze a picture frame as he explores.

It's only when he hears the scuffle of someone tripping over that he pauses and pokes his head around the corner where his fern-frost previously flourished ... right down the hallway. Whoops. Lips twitching into a smile, he mostly straightens them and leans casually on his staff. ]

You break any bones, kid, or are you alright?

[breadmaking]

[Well, that was incredibly graceful. Obviously. For a few seconds, Hiccup just lays facedown on the floor, stunned, but quickly enough he scrabbles up to his feet. ...With more difficulty than should be normal. Who put all this ice here.

Patting down his vest to clear it of any dust or flakes of ice, he glances around to make sure no one saw that great bit of ice skating failing. He's relieved at first, when no one comes into view, until a voice causes him to start and spin on his heels, nearly knocking him right back down.]

What? [Shit. Shit, someone totally saw him. Act cool, act cool.] Oh, yeah, no, I'm fine. It was just... That? That was nothing.

[He waves it off with an incredibly sheepish look because this is embarrassing and not at all how he wants to make a first impression on anyone around here. Clearing his throat, he stands up straighter.]

Totally fine, thanks.

[icy]

[ Super Cool there indeed, friend. Jack's brows raise as he walks into view, deciding to play along. ]

No problem. You want me to break up the rest of the ice so you can get out of there without making me worry over nothing?

[ Or falling on your ass again, whichever. ]

I'm a bastion of concern.

[breadmaking]

[Pausing awkwardly, Hiccup gives the guy a long, unsure look, then glances down at the ice under his feet.]

I think that'd be more work than it's worth. [Seriously, breaking up the ice just so he can walk without fear of slipping is totally unnecessary. What would he even use, anyway? His big walking stick? Pfft.]

Really, I can handle it. [To prove it, he takes a step forward. ...And his prosthetic foot nearly slips out from under him, but he manages to keep his balance.] I'm-- I'm a lot better at this than I seem, I promise. I've dealt with ice before. A lot.

[Apparently he just sucks at it in front of strangers who are watching him to make sure he doesn't nearly break his face again.]

[icy]

Sure you have, not even gonna debate it. [ Jack stops himself from moving forward when the boy almost slips, hesitating. Well. Doesn't he feel like a jerk now? The answer is a resounding YES. ] Buuut I'm a worrywart, so bear with me.

[ He skates forward in bare feet, smacking the butt of his staff down. The ice fractures into delicate little veins all over from one side to the other; another tap and it dissolves into snowflakes.

Jack glances around to make sure it's all banished, then over. ]

So, how come you've dealt with ice 'a lot'? That's a weird thing to say.

[ Coming from him, yep. ]

[breadmaking]

[Bear with him. Okay, he can do that, but he does so warily, not sure what to think of whatever's happening. A lot of thoughts and questions are running through his mind right about now, ranging from "aren't his feet cold" to "what does he even plan to do", but he loses the chance to ask them for the time being as the guy...does his thing.

Looking down at the ice again as it begins to crack, Hiccup's eyes widen in shock. And they stay that way when it all suddenly turns to snow with another tap of that staff.

Uhm. That's not what he was expecting. At all.]

...Because we get really long winters where I'm from, so I've had years of practice walking on ice. [Just, not so much with the new foot is all.

As he speaks though, his eyes stay on the snowflakes that are now littering the floor under and around him, and his answer is distracted. Like he's just getting it out of the way to focus on something more important.]

I'm sorry, [He raises his hands above his shoulders as though he's not sure what to do with them. Or the rest of himself.] did you just turn that ice into snow?

[AND IS THAT NORMAL BECAUSE HE'S KIND OF FREAKING OUT A LITTLE NOW.]

[icy]

[ 'Long winters' sounds so ni — Uh, oh. Jack holds out a hand of his own as if to tell him to Stay, Sit, RELAX. Any of the three being inferred are workable. ]

Yeah, but don't freak out! I'm — good.

[ That's ... a really crap explanation, the first thing that blurts out. ]

[breadmaking]

[How is that even considered a good answer??? What's he supposed to do with that?]

--And that's just normal? You can turn ice into snow and it's a normal thing?

[Nope, he's still freaking out, seemingly ignoring everything that's just been said with the exception of the 'yeah'.]

How is that even-- That shouldn't be possible, right?

[He's been brought here by fairies to fight in their war, but it's the guy that can make snow that he finds unbelievable. Totally makes sense.]

[icy]

Hey, look around. You're in a fairy castle. I'm far from the weirdest thing you're going to run into.

[ Mildly stung, gosh. Rolling his eyes, he conjures up a snowflake on a palm. ]

I'm Jack Frost, I bring the ice and snow. Or I did, back home. Look, kid, I'm not gonna hurt you.

[breadmaking]

Right... Right, fairy castle...

[Okay, breathing now. Breathing like a normal person, anyway; nice calm, deep breaths. ...Pretending like this Jack Frost guy just making a snowflake out of nothing isn't completely bizarre.]

I'm just, uh. I don't think--uhm. [He can talk, just give him a sec.] ...That's just, uh, really new. To me. I've never seen...

[He gestures awkwardly to the snowflake, and then the ground all around them.]

That. Before.

[icy]

[ Time for Real Talk, the kind where he stems the urge to roll his eyes and his lashes flutter as a result before he locks onto Hiccup, raising his brows. ]

Do you want me to stop doing it?

[ He will, if it bothers him so much. The kid isn't too far into his teens, so Jack shows him a lot more mercy than anyone older would garner. ]

[breadmaking]

Uh.

[He takes a minute to consider the offer, but after a moment gives his head a slow shake. One that's almost unsure that his answer is going to be the right one.]

No. ...No, that's okay. I mean, you're right, this is a fairy castle. I should probably...start getting used to those kinds of things. [Scratching at the back of his head, Hiccup deflates a little, considerably calmer now.] Sorry. That may have been a slight overreaction.

[icy]

[ His shrug is careless, deliberately so. ]

You over-react to a lot, I'm guessing. [ It's then he gets a good look at what the boy is wearing, and ... well. That get-up is a little too old to be a blast even from Jack's past. ] What's your name? And where were you going?

[breadmaking]

[He so does not overreact a lot, gosh. That comment earns a look, but Hiccup lets it go to focus on this whole introduction thing.]

Hiccup. [Don't laugh, okay.] And I was just looking around, not really going anywhere. This, uh. This place is a lot bigger than buildings I'm used to, so I guess I was just curious?

[icy]

Your name is Hiccup? [ He doesn't laugh, but a wicked grin cuts across his face and he certainly isn't going to leave that one alone for long. ] Never mind. Do you even know where your room is yet, Mr. Intrepid Explorer?

[breadmaking]

[HUFF. Even if he's told to never mind, Hiccup gets the feeling the topic is going to come back up at some point. He folds his arms over his chest, but the annoyed look he's trying now more or less fails at that question.

A glance from side to side, trying to spare himself some time, he does his best to come up with a way to give the answer that doesn't sound embarrassing.]

Well-- No. Not yet. But I'm working my way there! It...can't be that hard to find. I'm sure.

[Don't judge him okay, geez.]

[icy]

[ Shifty McShifterson is clearly the most subtle boy to have ever lived. ]

Or maybe you want to end up in the girls' wing, so you can say you "got lost".

[ There's so much to tease him about, where to start. ]

[breadmaking]

What?!

[He doesn't really look like the kind of person who would do that, does he???]

No! No no no no, that's not it at all! [Shaking his head and waving his arms vehemently, he's doing his best to deny without accidentally overdoing it.] Absolutely not! Who even does that sort of thing, that's just...not cool.

[icy]

[ SUSPICIOUS CHARACTER #1. Sagely, Jack twirls his staff over a shoulder and clucks his tongue. ]

Skulking around the corridors like this, some people might get the wrong idea. I'm just saying.

[ In which Hiccup becomes Enemy of the State for ever having had the misfortune of walking into Jack. ]

[breadmaking]

[No, this is the absolute opposite way he wanted his first day anywhere to go. Stop looking at him like that!!]

I'm not-- I'm not skulking! I'm just walking! There's a very clear difference that I'm sure most people would see! ...Probably.

[He doesn't even think he's anywhere near the girls' wing anyway! ...Pretty sure. Is there a map, because that would probably be really helpful right about now...]

--No one should get the wrong idea because there's nothing wrong about it. This. The fact that I'm not doing anything but checking the place out.

[icy]

[ So easy to rile. Rolling his eyes, Jack jerks his head to the corridor Hiccup was headed down. ]

Relax, twitch. C'mon, I'll show you around ... and for the record, if anyone tells you to go to the Bower, don't.

That's where the women live.

[breadmaking]

Er. Right, noted.

[MENTAL NOTE MADE. Thank you, Jack Frost, for making sure he doesn't accidentally make himself out to be a creep.]

You sure, though? You don't have to show me around. --I mean, I would appreciate it, but.

[But he'll start walking again anyway, because he's sure not going to turn down the offer if it's real. ...Even if he's pretty sure the guy was just riling him up for the fun of it.]

[verja]

[ Astrid, on the other hand, isn't surprised. okay, the fairies were weird, that was so weird, but being asked to fight for them? not so weird. she's a warrior, born and bred. she can do this. she can do anything! which is why she's focusing on that and not the fact that she's been yoinked out of Berk without warning, with no time to say goodbye to anyone or make sure somebody would take care of Stormfly while she was gone. that was all pretty scary. so she'll focus on the fight, whatever she can do to help. she sat around at the dinner long enough to take in all the information available to her ( and long enough to eat her fill, because yeah, hello, viking ), but then she's up on her feet, head held high like she could run this place, if she wanted to. luckily, she doesn't. no, she just wants everybody to know that she's got this. totally in control, and totally confident that she can help here.

she's out in the hallways because it's not as crowded out here, and having space to roam around is good for helping her think. well, and to help her get out her nerves and worries about home.

yeah. nobody has to see her quick moment of thor almighty, what is my dad going to do when he notices I'm missing? probably tear the village apart. and if Stormfly takes out her anger on anyone, I hope it's Snotlout and what if this war turns out to be bigger than anything I'm actually prepared for?. nobody has to see that at all, no.

at that point she's stopped at the end of the hallway, like she's not sure if she wants to turn the corner to keep going or turn back, head back to the feast. which is when she hears it - the familiar footstep/metal scrape of a certain someone ]

Hiccup?

[ ... she probably shouldn't sound so shocked, should she? no. woops. she rounds the corner, arms crossing over her chest ]

Well, well. Look what the zippleback dragged in.

[ like she isn't really relieved to see him here ]

[breadmaking]

[It's nice and quiet in the halls, much nicer than the crowded, noisy great hall where the feast is no doubt still going down. Sort of what he needs right now, just some time to take in his new surroundings that he's going to be stuck in for the next...who even knows how long, and to...think a little. And maybe find himself worrying a bit more the further he walks. What if he never gets to go back to Berk? What if he never gets to see his dad again, or his friends? Or Toothless for that matter? What would happen to him if he's not there?

It's all greatly concerning, weighing more and more heavily on his shoulders the longer he thinks about it, the less time he has to spend focusing on this whole fairy war and how he apparently needs to be part of it. Wow, maybe he should have stayed where all the noise was...

He's even considering going back until he hears a familiar voice calling his name. Head whipping up, eyes off the floor and coming to rest on the owner of the voice, he stares.]

Astrid. [It's almost whispered, just spoken on a breath, like he's not really sure she's there. Then he blinks, straightens, and snaps out of it.] Astrid?! You're here too?

[Oh, thank the gods. He's not completely alone after all! He almost wants to hurry forward and hug her with all this relief. But, uh. He refrains. Not really looking for a punch here, thanks.]