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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stiles stilinski | teen wolf

[hypercompetent]

01.
[ so. a fairy party after a kidnapping seems just plausible enough to happen in stiles' life--honestly, he's starting to consider the fact that maybe his definition of "plausible" has changed considerably after his best friend turned into a werewolf, and recently, after he was possessed by a crazy fox spirit.

so. fairies? fairies, he can handle.

what's a trickster to a former fox, right? it's that bit of dark humor that has the teenager keeping an eye on his drink like this is the seedy party it feels like--he takes a sniff of it, then takes a sip, winces, and promptly starts choking.

it's not even gross, or poisoned--he just inhaled a little too hard. cough hack choke, stiles stilinski knows how to make an entrance. ]

[aphrodisiacs]

[ alisha has her own drink in hand. unlike stiles, she doesn't think of what could possibly be in the alcohol. she's too trusting of it — nothing is ever free in life, anyway, and when one is presented with a free feast, one goes for it. ]

[ she's standing near him, minding her own business, watching people. it's really boring, actually; this is something simon would do, stand off to the side, observe quietly and disengage from everything around him. her foot taps as she surveys the room for something … and she finds it. choking. right near her. ]

[ alisha arches her brow. ] You all right? [ it's a stupid question, but he was stupid enough to try and inhale his drink. ]

[hypercompetent]

Oh--my god! [ jesus, maybe he's too jumpy, because there was definitely someone next to him and he didn't even notice. stiles jerks and that comes out of his mouth after a loud, hacking cough. he thumps on his own chest a couple of times, clearing his throat and wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand, feeling impressively like an absolute moron as he eyeballs the drink that he's now convinced is evil. ]

Yeah-yeah, yeah, I'm good. Hoooo. [ another little cough. Now that he's at least breathing again, he can properly survey his new companion, and he looks at her, then back out to the room, eventually adding on wryly: ] If I drop dead from poison in the next five minutes, I can totally count on you as a witness, right?

[aphrodisiacs]

[ she smiles, just a little. rather than blush and stutter, he takes it in stride. ] Yeah, definitely. [ she'll be a witness to the choking boy. she doesn't know if anyone would believe her, though, since most people don't believe any of the shit that comes out of her mouth these days. (storms granting powers. a boy with the power to control dairy goes on killing spree. boyfriend travels from the future to come to the past and save her life from some unknown force.) ]

Although, don't. [ to be frank: alisha is quite sick of dead bodies. of probation workers to boyfriends, she'd just prefer it if everyone were to stay alive and kicking. she does continue to smile, feeling the tension leave her, even if it is momentarily. ] Don't exactly want the only person I've met at this place die on me. Doesn't really make me feel good, yeah?

[hypercompetent]

[ stiles is honestly so used to the stiles stilinski physical comedy hour that embarrassing himself barely phases him nowadays--he just hears coach bark STILINSKI in the back of his head and moves on.

his mouth quirks up in a grin and he smiles at her, because she seems nice and definitely not native. thank god, stiles really does not want to deal with the natives, considering he's pretty sure they just gathered them here because of some weird cult sacrifice.

although she definitely doesn't look (or sound) like she's from beacon hills. ] Stiles. [ ... wait. ] That's my name--I mean, if we do end up dying, at least we can die knowing we knew somebody, right?

[ oh dark humor everywhere. ] But staying alive is definitely on my to-do list, considering.

[aphrodisiacs]

Stiles, seriously? [ what a weird fucking name. but it's got to beat some of the bullshit superhero names nathan came up with, right? she doesn't expect an answer. ]

[ she doesn't want to leave him high and dry — what if she happens to die and he's meant to report it? no one would ever know she was here. ] Alisha. And seriously hope none of this involves dying at all. [ she's had enough of death. it seems to stick to her like a shadow. ]

This whole shard shit sounds really weird.

[decked]

[when isaac spots stiles in the crowd, he realizes he's never been more relieved to see him in his entire life. it's one thing to be kidnapped and placed in another world by himself, it's another thing to have someone from home with him during the process.

he actually hesitates while he's making his way towards stiles, pausing in the crowd, watching stiles closely. last time isaac saw him, he wasn't exactly himself.

all hesitation goes out the window when stiles is choking on his drink. he wanders up to him, a tiny smile tugging at his lips. he reaches to give stiles a heavy pat on the back.]

Hey. I don't really know about you, but I don't want to have to deal with you passing out.

[he clears his throat-]

Are you, uh, okay?

[hypercompetent]

[ the thud on his back makes stiles make an "oof" noise, and he coughs loudly a couple of times, but straightens up and looks up to get an eyeful of familiar werewolf.

ok. not the werewolf he'd love to see, admittedly, but at least it's someone from home. ] Isaac? [ he clears his throat, makes sure he's not hallucinating this (a quick glance down to his hands is ten fingers) and wipes the remains of the drink from his mouth. ]

I just got kidnapped, so, you know, just another day in the life. Peachy. [ he sets the offending drink down, just in case it tries to kill him again. ] Did you get dragged here too...?

[decked]

[his brows arch up as he watches stiles count his fingers, but he doesn't say a word on it.]

No, I made a deal with the fairies. [his tone drips with sarcasm-] We're in cahoots.

[he glances down at stiles' drink, frowning.]

You probably shouldn't drink that, anyway.

[tiaraaction]

[What do you even do when someones choking? Usagi can't remember her first aid lessons. The last time she choked on food, Rei belted her across the back until she could breath. Usagi isn't really sure she wants to whop a stranger.

But what is a sore back compared to a saved life???? (Usagi has no idea, math is a foreign thing best forgotten).

She lifts a hand, ready to strike - hesitates, and then: ]

Are you okay? Do I need to hit you?

[hexuality]

[ Ginny suspects, by now, that the food and drink are safe enough to consume. Or rather, she's hungry enough to have given up on holding out through the day and decided to nibble on something and wonder if she'll keel over because of it—so of course her eyes snap towards Stiles when he starts to choke on whatever he's gone and sipped and at first she thinks, I knew it! and then she thinks, Bloody hell and goes to check on this perfect stranger.

But then it becomes clear that it's less poison and more the wrong pipe. So she grins in quiet sympathy, ducking her head a bit to catch his eye. ]

Nicely done, mate.