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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scott mccall | teen wolf

[cleave]

This is so not Beacon Hills.

[ is scott's astute observation, bouncing on his heels while he looks around. no, definitely not beacon hills. unless someone spiked the punch at the rave and scott's hallucinating all of this. his head whips around, looking for familiar faces in the crowd. allison, stiles, kira, isaac, lydia, danny? he'd even take the twins if it came down to it, just someone who knew what the hell was going on. he passes up a cup of something being handed to him, shrugging his shoulder apologetically as he weaves through the hall. ]

'Scuse me, excuse me.

[ it's not directed at anyone in particular, just murmured automatically for the benefit of anyone who might get accidentally jostled as scott moves through his fellow feast-mates in search of familiar faces. ]

[unclebob]

[There's no gasp or 'Oof' as Scott runs into the Terminator. Indeed, the cyborg is built like a brick wall and then some, despite the obvious damage and injuries he's sustained. He automatically reaches out and grabs the teen's arm in an iron grip to steady him. It won't do to knock someone to the ground in his first five minutes here.]

Careful. [He admonishes in a thick accent.]

[cleave]

Whoa.

[ it's like slamming into the side of stiles jeep. nothing gives, the guy doesn't even budge. which scott finds weird, but probably not as weird as it could. he's a werewolf, he's seen weirder.

and then he actually looks at the guy's face. ]

Whoa. [ scott repeats, wincing in sympathy. ] Dude, are you okay?

[unclebob]

I am fine. Minor system problems. [He searches through his memory banks for an appropriate response, finally settling one from an overheard conversation at a rest stop.] It's no big deal.

[Even if he looks like he's been put through the ringer, the Terminator is not in any obvious signs of pain. He's limping, missing a limb, but he keeps on ticking.]

[retund]

[ as he passes by, she catches his arm with a light touch.

like most others, she wants answers, not obvious lies. they're not real fairies. she knows fairies. she was a fairy. this all very unfairy-like. besides the obvious moral qualms she has with them -- fairies aren't this flashy. they're twee...not tacky. ]

Where are you going? [ her tone is even, a little suspicious, a little curious. ]

[cleave]

[ scott jumps, but he doesn't yank, lets her hang on. she's here, like him, so she must be lost. scott shrugs his shoulders, looking sheepish, apologetic. ]

I'm not really going anywhere.

[ though he'd like to be, but scott wasn't really looking for the door yet. ]

I was trying to find my friends.

[decked]

[it's ridiculous how close scott is when isaac smells -- and hears -- him. he's not sure how he missed him before, or if scott arrived after him. the crowd really doesn't help him narrow down who's here and who's not and with so many people doing the exact same thing as he is (save for trying to scent people out) it's a little harder to track down who he wants to find.

seeing scott is probably the most relief he'll feel in a while. isaac has no idea how he managed to be kidnapped, let alone how long they'll be stuck.

he whirls around in the midst of the crowd at scott's ever-pressing 'excuse me's and darts forward, reaching out to grab his arm to get his attention.]

Scott, hey- [letting go of scott's arm-] are you okay? I just got here and, uh. Nothing happened to you, too, right? Besides being kidnapped.

[cleave]

[ it registers belatedly, isaac's scent. it's hard to pick up on just one, when the room is so full, and everything is crowding for his attention. isaac grabs his arm and scott grabs back, clutching at him for a minute, dragging him off to the side, where they can't get jostled apart. ]

I just got here too, man.

[ which is a good thing? maybe? scott can't tell for sure. he shakes his head in answer to the second question, emphatic. ]

I'm okay. Nothing happened. Did something happen to you? Did someone do something?

[ though isaac looks fine, and he smells fine, but scott's a little overwhelmed. he looks isaac over, worried that he missed something. ]

[decked]

Good.

[well, not so good that scott is also stuck here, but there's something about having his alpha back- there's a greater sense of security that scott offers, and it has isaac feeling less panicked.]

No, no. I'm fine. I mean, besides being here. [apologetically:] I, uh- I haven't seen anyone else, yet.

[isaac mimics scott's worry, looking him over to be sure that he's at least in one piece.]

And I still don't really know what's going on. I tried looking at the map, but none of it makes any sense.

[as in, isaac is thoroughly convinced that they're actually in another world, and he doesn't like that idea one bit.]

Vaguely tempted to tag your Derek with my Scott next tbh.

[triskeles]

[ Derek is, truth be told, less than thrilled to be here. Not that he's ever particularly thrilled to be taken places that he doesn't want to go-- which seems to be happening with an alarming frequency over the past year-- but this is completely different. There are things here that he's only heard of in old pack stories, and others that he has no idea what to call, but most of all?

No familiar faces.

Until he hears a murmured apology in a familiar voice, and catches the scent that goes with it.

He turns from where he's navigating the crowd, brow furrowing from more than just his irritation at the people around him. So many of them seem unconcerned about the going-ons around them, it's grating on his already frayed nerves. ]

Scott?

sup scoot sup

[lamentum]

Scott?

[ he's already past her when lydia turns, the familiar voice hitting her ears as clear as a bell. she hardly murmurs his name before she is moving after him, pushing past people. ] Scott! [ she calls louder this time, loud enough for his ears to hear her. ]