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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dean winchester • supernatural

[mulletrock]

oo2 - THE STATION.

[Not his first time being transported to some freaky parallel dimension, whatever. When he first showed up he thought he might've had a little too much to drink the night before. Usually it wasn't like him to pass up the opportunity at free eats but he was feeling a little winded from the trip and wanted to get a leg up on the research. A place with internet access seemed like his best bet. It's what Sam'd nag him to do, anyway. The coffee next to him is going untouched. He's not ready to trust any of it yet, especially what the natives are forking over outta the goodness of their hearts.

For once his posture's not saying leave me the hell alone, it's open- to suggestions, to the rest of the people stuck here like him. It wasn't a fluke, he'd seen quite a few strangers sporting the same confused look on their mug. It's easy for Dean to tell them apart from the rest, and that guard goes right back up when someone sets off any of his alarms. He wasn't raised in this for nothing.

Under the table he's flipping a small knife between his fingers. The one he keeps concealed in his boot. Every now and then it catches a glint from the sun and sends a streak of shimmer rocketing across the wall next to him.]

[forgottendecade]

Have you found anything interesting on the computer?

[he was also use to hopping between dimensions and wasn't as confused as most people were. part of it was his whole life had been spent jumping from place to place, feeling the strange rhythms of the new planet and homing in on those that possessed a certain kind of power. the other part was that he had more important things to do, and the station held more useful tools for that than the fairy halls and their endless feasting.

Joji laid out tools on the table opposite of Dean and - with a grimace and a sharp hiss - yanked his right arm out of its joint and set it down next to the tools. a spark of green energy snapped off the connectors and he tsked to himself before selecting a tool and going to work on the fine wiring.]

Or does it connect at all outside of this realm?

[mulletrock]

They've got whatever this is on lock down.

[So far he hadn't found any intel that was worthwhile. Dean doesn't even look up when he responds, too busy searching the web. When he finally does get a chance there's an awkward pause. Did this dude just take off his arm? Better play it safe. He'd react if the guy was a threat, but for now being civil was his best option.]

What about you? Got something you'd like to share with the class?

[forgottendecade]

Hn. That makes sense, given what I can understand of this realm.

[he attacked a piece of corrosion, the miniscule bits of grit that would make the connections flare and lock when he might need it the most. wiping the tool clean of the gunk, he then set on making sure the other connection rods were also free of corrosion and have not worked themselves loose.]

We're in a pocket dimension. I would be surprised if you could connect to any outside source.

[mulletrock]

[This guy might be on the weird side and have technology that not even Sam'd know what to do with, but what he was saying made a little sense. Dean sat quietly and tried to digest.]

So far it's coming up goose egg. You gotta an ideas 'cause I don't think a proxy is gonna cut it either.

[forgottendecade]

I think that for now the internet is going to be locked out for most of us.

[he finished the last wire and set his tool down. the arm was given one more look before joji sighed to himself and snapped it back into place, grunting at the pain of it. green lines flickered along the arm, and he flexed his fingers, metal cracking as it settled into place.]

I haven't had time to look at it to see otherwise.

[mulletrock]

Don't waste your time it's a whole lotta nothing.

[No point in beating around the bush, this guy obviously has more experience with things like this if the hardware he's sporting is any indicator.]

[forgottendecade]

There are always loopholes even in the best systems.

[a shrug; he'll probably take a look at it later, although he would need a computer to access the system.]

Although considering that the fairies enjoy such shows as 'Real Housewives', I doubt that they want us to find anything useful that is not similar.

[mulletrock]

You're talking to the wrong guy. My brother, he'd be all over this. Me? I'm not exactly wise to the technology hype.

[He could do with or without it. It didn't change anything about his job. Just made tracking down solutions a little easier sometimes.]

I wonder what a one way ticket outta here would cost.

[firith]

[ The Station is somewhere he has been meaning to visit for a while, so completely foreign to Thranduil as to be alien in ways that the Drabwurld is not. Letting his unicorn steed munch the flowers outside, the tall Elvenking wanders the interior with almost childlike fascination, long fingers drifting over this and that as he marvels at the ingenuity of Men.

An elven sword rests holsters at a hip every time he travels from Caer Glaem, though it remains untouched even when he gives pause in the room a young man is occupying, sharp grey eyes catching the shimmer of a reflected metallic surface hidden on his person. He stares at him for a long moment and then, deeming him not too grand of a threat, turns to cock his head at a coffee peculator, almost gingerly tapping it.

How does any of this work. ]

[mulletrock]

[Used to having to play pretty close attention to his surroundings, Dean sees the guy walk in. Part of his focus on what he's doing and the rest watching the weirdo outta his peripheral. He doesn't look like anyone he's ever seen before. A little too pristine, and the sword there's not comforting.

He also looks really out of his element. Sure, he's suspicious but he's not gonna come right out and make it obvious. Instead he goes for the next best thing. A little friendliness can go a long way, especially when you're look for answers.]

You look pretty lost, pal.

[firith]

I am not.

[ Technically, anyway. If he's sidestepping admitting he doesn't know what he's doing when he moves onto a kettle (!! this is more familiar, oh) then Dean wouldn't be wrong in needling him on that, too. Thranduil doesn't look over, knowing where the speaker is sitting and dually interested in watching the new object boil water without a flame, eyeing the electric cord and plug (which look an awful lot like a strange rope and hook combination). ]

How are these powered?

[ He isn't above asking for answers, however. ]

[mulletrock]

I dunno, Einstein. Electricity? Plug goes in the wall, out comes action.

[And coffee. Which is pretty amazing too. Not that he trusts it. Eventually he's gonna give it a chance but today's not that day. Tomorrow might not be either.]

And we're all lost right now, but nice try.

[firith]

What does the — [ with a careful pause to put the emphasis on that word where it ought to be, copying Dean ] — 'electricity' stem from? What is the source?

[ For the moment, he puts aside the notion of being lost. He'll come back to it once he's found clarification. ]

[mulletrock]

Usually? Wiring in the wall. Here, I'm not sure. I guess it could be magic.

[That's sarcasm, and Dean makes it pretty obvious that he thinks what they're dealing with and being forced into is bogus. After spending as long as he has trying for some intel on the place and getting no results he's more than just a little bitter.]

[confessing]

( kahlan is confronted, in this location, with a large number of things she has never seen before. technology, she's heard the word used, beyond anything she could possibly begin to understand. this new world is far stranger than first glance allowed her to see it to be, and it seems there are a great many things she doesn't understand. she sits, in an establishment that seems dedicated to serve its patrons beverages filled with richness and warmth, simply observing and attempting to allow shock to wear off. she keeps a cool head, of course, and offers no outward signs of distress to passers by... but she wishes, quite deeply, that zed or richard were here with her.

she's lost in thoughts, worries about the others, when the glint from his knife catches her eye. she lifts her head quickly, thinking for a moment that it's the glint of sun on richard's sword. her lips are open, his name half out of them, strode across the room toward the man with the similar build, when she realizes that it's not. the disappointment isn't written on her face, but perhaps in the release of breath and the slump of her shoulders. she then realizes that she may appear strange, frightening even, to the person in front of her. she allows her expression to form into a gentle hello, a faint smile. )

Strange, to carry something like that into a place that seems so calm, isn't it?

[mulletrock]

[After a few hours spent researching and getting nothing, Dean wasn't on his A game. He was frustrated, and itching for the release of something that he wouldn't try here. Not until he learned more. Not sex, since that probably wouldn't fly, but a good meal and some strong liquor.

He's in the middle of daydreaming about being home and at a local joint in some town they were working a gig in when he realizes there's someone looming over him. His eyes raise, away from the surface of the table and away from the screen. To a chick, if she could even be called that. Something about her demanded respect, even though he couldn't place it, and she looked like she'd walk right out of a magazine.

About to reply with something a little rude, his eyebrows lift when she starts talking and he realizes he might not be the only one uncomfortable and on edge.]

Sorry. I don't consider hostage situations calm. Guess you must've had your fair share.

[The last thing he means is to insult her but he's in a bad mood. Dean's been at this for a pretty long time and hasn't had any results. That, and an empty stomach weren't exactly a good mix. Not for him.]

[confessing]

{ she has her own skepticism, of course, her doubts about the safety of this entire venture. the whispers of war and strife are enough to put her on her highest guard, ready to confess a person at any given moment, if she needs to. she would rather avoid it, if she can, because it seems to her that everyone - not unlike this man here - in this place is in the same situation as her. all abducted from their homes for varying reasons, all chosen for varying reasons. it is finding these reasons that will take the most time. kahlan, luckily, seems to suddenly have a great deal of it. she detects his discomfort and simply meets his comment with a warm, reassuring smile. she seems to exude a blanket of calm, in fact. }

Hostage situation, it may be... But your fellow hostages certainly won't take to you easily if you appear so aggressive... And wouldn't it be better to make allies when presented with the option?

[mulletrock]

[So she has a point. Sure, he's on edge, but he can't do this alone. He's never been good at flying solo. Didn't like working without dad and now he can't work without Sam. Dean scrubs a hand over his face. The tightness of his jaw relaxes, and he wets his bottom lip with his tongue go over what he should say before opening his mouth. Dean doesn't have it in him to be long winded so he keeps it short.]

Sorry. It's been a long day.

[confessing]

There's little to apologize for. { kahlan is infinitely understanding. she even reaches forward and places a gentle, reassuring hand on his shoulder. } We are all under some measure of duress. { she then gestures to the seat next to him. } May I?

[mulletrock]

[Usually a little contact from a babe like her wouldn't bother Dean, but this time it does. Instead of making it obvious he keeps the rigidity out of his posture by pushing out a leg and using his foot to knock the chair back out for her.]

Be my guest.

[The last thing he's thinking about right now is getting laid. He'd save it for later, maybe after he got back home. Right now he wanted to find out if Sam was here and get to some safe ground. Then pool resources and get more information about the place.]

[infame]

[The station is a welcome distraction from all the weirdness elsewhere. Peter is a man of creature habits. He won't admit it, but he's missing his laptop something fierce. He's fairly certain he's going to insane here without access to it. The computers at the station sate an itch, but don't quite give him the satisfaction he craves.

He has to set up a brand new social networking profile. He has to restart Candy Crush.

By the time he sits down near Dean, mug of tea in hand, he's come to the horrifying realization that he'll never have access to god awful human gossip sites again. It's a sobering thought. The glint from Dean's knife catches his eyes - he pauses, mid sip of his tea and cocks his head to the side. He narrows his eyes, mouth quirking upwards as he makes at least sixty mental judgments based on the knife alone. ]

You seem on edge.

[mulletrock]

[Near is a good thing because if Dean were close enough to see the smug look on the guy's face he probably wouldn't be so humble about the whole experience. Sure, they were all in the same situation but with experience on his side the vibes he's sending off aren't discomfort and confusion so much as irritation and the need for some confrontation. Pretty damn quick.]

What gave it away?

[That was rhetorical. Dean's just got no patience for anything but sarcasm and his flask right now. It's the only thing he's convinced these chuckle heads haven't messed with.

So much for the internet. It wasn't giving him any results, and nothing useful was coming outta any of the search engines. The fairies or whatever they were had things pretty under lock and key and he didn't know how to bypass any of it. Not even the usual tactics were helping.]

If you ask me, you seem a little too relaxed.