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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[drearily]

[And down below, after having sat off to the side and listened to his talking with the younger boys, is one Wednesday Addams. She's contentedly working on piecing together something, which eventually will be a makeshift crossbow. It's her favorite sort of weapon, and she feels a little naked without having one here.

Especially in a situation like this, where there's boys that are loud and boisterous like Pugsley. It makes her happy, in a bittersweet sort of way. Her parents aren't here, and neither is her brother, and she needs someone to play with. And it looks like that someone is going to be Peter for now, although she probably has no real intention of harming him.

Maybe.]

You know what they say about things that go up, don't you?

[With a smirk, the little girl moves to stand up, taking aim with her decently made play crossbow.]

Just like Icarus, they're always destined to come down.

[If Wednesday Addams had bothered actually trying to make friends at any point in the public school her parents forced her to attend, she would know this wasn't the best way to go about saying hello to someone new. But since she's an Addams, and she's the image of her mother with the impish mind of her father, this is how she attempts to play. I AM SO SORRY PETER.]

[infant]

[ Entirely pleased with himself where he stands atop the table, he takes one look at the crossbow in her hands and flies up, a wild grin in place as he spreads his arms to provide her a better target, dagger glinting in his grip. ]

Then fire! Shoot me down if you can, girl, and have at thee!

[ EVERYONE IS MALADJUSTED HERE. ]

[drearily]

[If Wednesday could see stars, she'd be seeing them right now. He's actually playing along with this. That's her kind of potential playmate. Smiling in excitement, she takes aim and fires.

She watches the handmade arrow go upward, only to be completely off mark and go into a painting instead. That smile of hers abruptly fades and the crossbow is tossed down.]

Woe!

[Oh well. She better roll with it and just keep her eyes on the dagger. Someone's left a butter knife on one of the tables, and with a bounce to her step she runs over to retrieve it, brandishing it before her and taking a starting fencing stance.]

Find thy way down to land, rooster boy, and give us both a real challenge!

[infant]

[ Peter's all set to try and dodge, but there's ... no need. Oh. He wrinkles his nose at the butter-knife, flies up and yanks out the arrow, soaring back down to land on the table in front of her.

He offers it back and says frankly, ] I can't fight you if you don't have a real blade that won't cut anything, it wouldn't be fair or gentlemanly. Here you are.

[ A butter knife, really. That's not going to wound anyone!! ]

Maybe you could get some more arrows, too.

[drearily]

I'm hardly a lady. And Father says to never trust a boy that insists on being a gentleman.

[She protests, knowing she could do enough damage to Pugsley with it. But still, she's not going to force him to fight (at least not yet), and reaches forward to take the arrow from him.]

My crossbow assembly needs work too. It pulls too far to the right.

[Huff.]

Unfortunately.

[infant]

You don't need a father to make up your mind for you. Think whatever you want, but the arrow is yours. I'll not keep it.

[ He peers at her weapon. ]

Do you make many of these? This is better than any of the bows my Lost Boys can build.

[drearily]

[Crouching down to pick up her crossbow, she gives a curt nod.]

Uncle Fester taught me.

[There's a pause, as she takes a moment to look him up and down.]

Have you always been able to fly?

[infant]

You don't need an uncle either. Grown-ups aren't to be trusted.

[ Peter shrugs as he sits on the edge of the table, playing with his dagger. ]

I suppose so. For a long time, anyway. [ Not always, no, but he doesn't want anyone to know about his first home with the birds on that little island, about being so upset he couldn't fly for so long. ] You could fly too if the fairies here had any pixie dust, but they don't.

[drearily]

Don't they?

[She's certain one of the fairies around has to have some sort of flying dust in them. Setting aside her crossbow on the table, she climbs up to stand with him.]

Maybe you haven't tried shaking the right ones.

[infant]

I don't think it would matter if you shook all of them at once, their dust doesn't do anything. I tried it on the boys over there.

[ Who are dumb enough to at least have one happy thought knocking around and float, with a bit of the right kind of pixie dust. ]

What's your name?