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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belle french | once upon a time

[braverys]

[ Coming from a land of magic has left Belle far too used to faeries and imps and the like to be completely at a loss, at least initially, but she is still hopelessly confused. She was expecting the enchanted forest, to be with Baelfire, the Charmings, even Regina and Hook, and yet she stands before a large feast with strangers she cannot possibly put a name to.

As if that were not enough there is still a hollow ache inside of her chest, an echoing memory of Rumplestiltskin. The dagger had never disappeared, she was sure of it, there had to be a way to find him - but how could she do it if she wasn't entirely sure of where she was? This wasn't like any realm she had ever seen before in her lifetime.

After a moment's hesitation, gathering her skirts around herself, she steps forward and touches a stranger's arm gently. ]

Excuse me? Have you seen a man named Baelfire, by chance?

[unmagic]

[ he's lost in the crowd of people, at first, trying to get a grasp of what's going on and where he is.

because it's one thing to be told that you are never going to see your son ever again. another to be told he, and emma, won't remember anything about you, while you are being whisked away to the one land you could have gone the rest of your life never seeing again. it's something completely different to show up here, and be told that, and then all but waved off and told to enjoy yourself because you're now fighting a war. at least he knew the enchanted forest, had gotten in and out and back and away again so many times, what's one more? this? this was something different, and while the magic and the faeries and the people didn't quite bother him, this isn't where he wants to be. these aren't the people he wants to be with.

he needs to find regina. the charmings, needs to find belle and figure out a way back to his father's house and maybe, just maybe, there will be enough magic to-

and then a stranger grabs his arm, and when he turns, he gives a sigh of relief. ]

Belle. [ there's one person down. ] You okay?

[braverys]

Bae!

[ Her arms are around his neck before she can even think to say or do anything else, a weight lifting from her heart. It's not just that he's her connection to her true love or that he's Rumple's son; it's that he's her family, now, someone she cherishes beyond something as simple as the ties that Rumplestiltskin had left them with. He's someone to be cared for, tended for, now, in her mind, and she would certainly go out of her way to take care of him.

Lifting a hand to his cheek, she tilts her head and offers a soft, caring smile, nodding once. She's just so glad he's here and that he's alright; together they can get out of this place, she's sure, and find a way to bring Rumple back to them. ]

I'm alright. Are you? I don't know what the curse breaking meant for us - you're not hurt? Ill?

[decked]

[isaac is still a little jumpy after arriving, nerves bottled up so high that he isn't entirely sure how to deal with it all besides endless searches through the crowds for a familiar face. he doesn't have the best of luck, but he's hoping that he can find at least scott or allison.

the touch to his arm has him tense up, and he turns around to face the voice that's addressing him. he'd been hoping it was a friend, but as soon as he registers the voice, he knew it couldn't be.]

No, sorry. Never heard of the guy.

[braverys]

Oh.

[ Her heart sinks a little and she looks around, nervous, before she breathes out and forces herself to relax. No need to panic, right? She was sure that if she was brought here then there was a high chance that Baelfire and the rest of them were here too. It's just a matter of finding them. ]

I'm sorry for bothering you - my name is Belle.

[decked]

[isaac catches her disappointment, his lips tugging down into a small frown before it disappears.]

It's cool. I'm Isaac. Nice to meet you.

[because the circumstance isn't exactly nice, but isaac is trying to be polite; that's what matters.]

What does he look like?

[braverys]

[ She nods her head, trying to look at least a little bit happier. She's lost and confused but at least that's not an entirely new scenario. ]

He's about a head taller than me with scruffy brown hair. I wish I had a photo of him...

[ She pauses, looking down at her very fairytale-esque dress. Not going to get much help here. ]

He also goes by the name of Neal, if that helps?

[decked]

[he arches a brow at her, and he so badly wants to ask her why she's wearing a dress that makes her look like she's coming out of some very extravagant play, but he holds back. if he knew her, he probably would have asked about it by now.]

Doesn't ring any bells, either. And I dunno about you, but there are plenty of people here with brown hair that are taller than you.

[he motions to himself half-heartedly.]

I'll keep an eye out, though.

[braverys]

I know. It's very hard to describe a person, though, don't you think?

[ Belle sighs, looking a little petulant and put out by it all before she shakes her head and straightens. ]

There might be another man - taller than me with brownish-silver hair, well-dressed in a suit with a cane. He might have a dagger with him? He's older than the both of us, as well, if that helps at all.

[decked]

A little, yeah.

[a beat,]

A cane and a dagger.

[the only person he's seen with a dagger is a woman he'd spoken to earlier -- blonde and pretty -- but not a man.]

Nope. Can't help you there, either.

[firith]

[ Turning from a conversation with a goblet of wine in hand, he glances down to her with a flicker of keen grey eyes, chin tilting her way as Thranduil moves, serpentine, to incline his head to Belle in deference. ]

No, my lady, I have not. Have you lost your companion?

[braverys]

[ Deflating a little, Belle smooths down her dress and tries not to let on just how out of sorts she really is with the situation. ]

Yes, I think so. There were quite a few of us, actually, and I can't find a single one of them.

[firith]

If you but name them, I will assist you in finding those you seek.

[ Poor child, so dejected. It wouldn't be right to ignore her downcast mood. ]