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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[glacio]

[ her cheeks darken with that laugh, though it's only because there's no chance of slipping away from the group unnoticed now, and oh, don't mind them, keep listening to the nice man's story, yes. turn around. good. she nods, taking his hand because it was very polite of him, offering to help her off the chair. she's not about to let her own awkwardness get in the way of a king gesture. as much as she doesn't like thinking about it ( because it's really embarrassing ) she really is new to the whole- making friends thing, so of course she notices how cold his hand is, but it's more of a passing thing, a curiosity. she won't ask why that is just yet, even if she's wondering. her body temperature doesn't run cold, but she doesn't flinch away from it. if anything it's comforting, in a really strange way.

she's not going to give it any thought, not more than the idea that maybe this is how most people feel when they meet someone with a common curse. no! not curse. a common gift.

quickly enough, just after they've left the crowded room, Elsa's breaking her short silence, not wanting to wait until they get outside. ]

I'm not sure what you meant by mess, but I assure you I won't be a part of it. Have you ever had to help mop up an entire ballroom before? [ she's... trying to be clever. but it's probably coming off as just corny. oh well. ] No, I learned a long time ago not to leave puddles behind. Or- enough snow to leave a large pond's worth of water if left to melt on its own.

[icy]

[ He releases her hand as they head off together, switching up his grip on his staff as he paces along barefoot at her side. ]

Mops and puddles? You haven't had a lot of fun, have you? What if I did ... this?

[ With a strength belied by his scrawniness, Jack snatches the end of his staff and holds it out it trail over the wall. Ice flares in a line, sprawling outward over old portraits, all too boring and brown and dark for him to care about. ]

What are you gonna do, wait around for it to melt?

[ Quickening his step to stay ahead of her, his grin flashes wide. ]

[glacio]

[ she's about to point out that it was a lesson, that her father only made her and her sister clean up after the mess they made to help teach her not to be careless with her powers and for Anna not to encourage her ( even though that was when they were still very young, before she had to hide ), but then he's moving ahead and she's left trailing behind, hands outstretched towards the wall - no, no, no, no, no. despite the fact that she's not the one controlling the ice, she still feels responsible. ]

Stop that!

[ she doesn't sound all that upset, though. maybe a little panicked, surprised, and she looks back behind them, like she's afraid someone might see, and maybe she is. sure, she's been accepted by her kingdom ( as far as she knows ), but that doesn't mean the people here will embrace her powers with open arms. he should be concerned, too! so she tries to pull the ice away from the wall while she continues to follow him, palms flat before she wipes them across the air sideways, like she could literally wipe it all away if she focuses. but she's not focused, and all that does is create a small flurry in the hall, like this one ]

No! No, I can remove it. I can.

[ she sounds determined, and she's not trying to spoil his fun, she's not. if anything she's feeling a tiny bit competitive. he's challenging her, what are you gonna do?, so she has to accept it. so instead of swiping, this time she holds out her palms again, stopping in her tracks to really focus on one part of the wall, and then draws her hands back and closes them into fists. it's a little tricky, trying to control ice that she didn't put there herself, but some of it pulls away, and she can feel it inside her like a charge.

one that she turns towards her new friend, releasing it at the floor a few feet ahead in his path, an icy patch. it's- well, it's not exactly conducive to cleaning anything up, but. he deserves it! not that she thinks he'll actually slip on it, he seems light on his feet, but the effort was there. shows you. ]

[icy]

I believe you.

[ Wildly amused as she works to peel away the ice on the walls, Jack studies the way she controls her power and the flurry of enthusiasm that translates into puffs of snowflakes. He hops up when she throws the ice over the floor, skating backwards smoothly with his staff over a shoulder and another hand stuffed in his hoodie.

He deserves a nice patch of ice to slide around on? So kind. It fans out with a rush in his own natural floral designs, hard and gleaming to cover the corridor from start to end, easily differentiated from the concentric mass she tossed his way. ]

You never told me your name. [ Wheeling about, he skates around her. ] I'm Jack. Jack Frost.

[glacio]

My name is Elsa, Q- [ she'll blame her hesitation on the fact that she's only just realized he covered the entire corridor, and she gives him a look, but doesn't try to remove it. she's more concerned with the portraits. even if they do look neglected, they still might mean something to someone, so she's still carefully removing it bit by bit. either way, she's not going to add her title, there's no need for it here. she's proud, of course she is. she's very proud of her kingdom, of her family's legacy. but that doesn't matter much here, does it? ]

Elsa, of Arendelle.

[ after she finishes removing the strip of ice from the wall, she flicks her fingers down at her feet, giving herself ice skates. ice ice skates. ]

It is a genuine pleasure to meet you, Mr. Frost. [ even though his name makes her smile, almost mischievous. nearly. until she presses her lips shut to try and hide it. ] That isn't very subtle, is it?

[icy]

[ Arendelle. Hasn't ever heard of it, so he goes with the assumption they're working a Different Worlds Collide gig. Jack chuckles as he notices her flick some skates onto herself, wondering if it's more a case of will, like himself, than not. Slowly, he starts skating his way to the far end of the corridor. ]

Why would I want to be subtle? [ She is, he's more than noticed that. Neither does Elsa seem to be a sprite or fae in her own right. (Hmmm, thoughts.) If he can pick something up from her answer regarding why she's so timid, however scant on details, he'll try. ] Winter's the best time of the year, I get to bring fun to all kinds of people.

[glacio]

Well we have to be careful, don't we? [ as soon as she says it, she realizes that wasn't the right choice of words. not with Jack, who seems entirely focused on the parts about these particular powers that she wouldn't let herself get too attached to. the... using it for fun, to play and goof off. as much as she liked to hope that that's all her powers would be used for in the future, she knew she couldn't let herself get distracted by that mindset. not when said powers almost cost her sister her life life, twice.

she pushes off her skates with an easy grace, hands folding behind her back ]

I just mean that our powers can be fun, and be used to bring fun, but they can also be dangerous. Some people tend to ignore the former when presented with a kind of magic they don't understand. Or any magic at all, I suppose.

[icy]

[ It's not the right choice of words, but neither are they wrong. Older than he appears (or acts, most of the time, case in point) he gives an agreeable shrug as his gaze rests on Elsa. He has lived through great snowstorms that have ruined countries and cities, seen soldiers die of frostbite on battlefields and, before modern medicine helped, learned how dangerous it can be to keep children out in the cold and dark too long. Jack thinks of being wafted away by annoyed fae for hundreds of years, a nuisance despite his best efforts to make friends. It hardened the core of him and he isn't sorry for that, it made him stronger, but he recognizes the echoes of it in Elsa's words and he looks away with significant effort.

Not that his thoughts are particularly betrayed by his body-language, light and casual as his tone. A defensive reflex, to behave as people expect. It's easier when they walk away, if they haven't become annoyed with the real you. ]

The only thing dangerous in here is how slow you are.

[ Deliberately flippant, he pieces up the pace and the ice across the floor rushes with blue sparkles around the corner. ]

Unless you want to eat my dust, Miss Subtle.

[glacio]

[ there's a playfully offended ugh at that response, even if some part of her wants to stop him and insist, no really. but. maybe later. for now she's following suit, even if there's this nagging voice in the back of her mind about leaving all that ice behind them, where anyone could walk out there and slip and fall and it would be all their fault, they should really clean that up. or she could... turn to skate backwards before she rounds the corner, pulling away as much ice from the floor as she can, turning it into a flurry she can move and just, uh, throw basically, at the untouched stretch of hall ahead of them, once she turns again and skates around the corner. ]

You're going to get us into trouble!

[ not that she's doing anything to prevent it. she has to clutch the side of her skirt just to lift it a bit, give herself more room so she can take bigger strides. just until she's caught up, at least ]

What a terrible impression we'll make. We should be setting an example, not- [ not running on the picks of her skates just to gain a little more speed before gliding again. she's not trying to race ahead of him, just keep up. though maybe she's showing off a bit whens he turns again, skates shearing long stripes into the otherwise smooth stretch of ice. ] -not freezing over everything in sight.

[icy]

[ Delighted when she joins in with the spirit of the moment, Jack can feel the wind ahead and calls it without a word, drawing it to him as easily as he ever guides the weather, ruffling their hair and clothes. ]

We shouldn't, huh? Whoops ...

[ He cheats and uses the breeze to pull him along, faster as their ice overlaps and creates a road for them to use as they head out of the castle, Jack making a show of how easy it is for him to take the lead. Troll. He doesn't quite fly, but he certainly isn't going all-out with the skating like Elsa, just a push here and there and the wind launches him forward. ]

Are you okay there? You look like you might actually break a sweat.

[glacio]

I don't sweat, I glow.

[ she exhales quick ( not gasp! it wasn't a gasp ) when she feels the wind around them, shaking her hair out of her face as she tries to turn and watch what he's doing. but it's nothing specific, it doesn't even look like he's trying! he's just. doing it. and for a second, she feels extremely jealous. the only time she felt that kind of ease and confidence in her powers was when she was alone, out in the middle of nowhere, free to play without the fear of hurting anyone. she shouldn't ask, it's too revealing, makes it too obvious she's still learning, but- ]

How are you doing that? I can feel it. [ the shift in the wind, she means. it's not abrupt or out of place, but it's almost like the gust is following them. she flattens her hands out in front of her, like she's been doing a lot lately, just turning them over like she's still not sure what they're capable of. which she really isn't. it makes her slow down a little bit, especially once she starts skating in small circles between pushes ] I wonder if I can do it too.

[icy]

You glow with sweat, you mean.

[ Jack shrugs by way of an answer. When they pass outside into the courtyard, the bailey turns into something of a winter wonderland with ice sweeping across the ground, up trees and through bushes and Jack kicks off from the ground, twirling his staff around his fingers as he goes like the show-off he is. He has reason to be, at least, for he doesn't once falter. ]

Can't fly, Elsa? [ Zooming overhead as he veers back around, he sprinkles her with snowflakes, laughter echoing bell-like into the evening sky. ] Maybe you should catch me, then I could pull you along. Slowpoke.

[glacio]

I glow with grace, and poise.

[ she's not even throwing ice down in front of her at this point, letting it appear under her feet with each gliding step. but it's only because she's too busy watching him fly. and maybe it makes her smile, the snow, because how could it not? but he keeps teasing her and maybe she's a little sensitive, because she feels herself getting huffy, despite the fact that she really doesn't want to be. huffy in a childish way, though. ]

And no, I can't fly. [ you little brat. she scrunches her nose up at him, twirling her fingers through the air just to send some of those snowflakes back his way. ] I'm supposed to just trust you to pull me along without being reckless? I'm not sure we're there just yet.