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TEST DRIVE MEME
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! |
isaac lahey | teen wolf
[being kidnapped and forced into another world was and is definitely not something that isaac had thought would happen in the near future, or ever. he was hoping he was somehow drugged, that someone had shot something into his system to make him hallucinate a giant fairy fairy. sure, it's not as bad as being kidnapped and tortured, but isaac is very close to freaking out and honestly, he just wants to get the hell out.
this is really not what he signed up for.
so he searches, darting through the crowds to see if he can pick up any familiar scents. it's hard with so many people and protruding smells, but without any immediate signs of danger, he's coping. somewhere along the trip from one end of the room to another, he ends up with a drink in his hand.
great.
he sighs, trying to force himself to just calm down, and as he takes a step back, he ends up stepping on someone's heel (or toe). he whips around, mouth agape-]
Oh, damn. Sorry.
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immediately, her hand shoots to her waist, to the pouch containing her dagger and poppy dust, but she stills before she can do anything rash. this isn't neverland. here, in a crowd, she imagines threats of violence will not end well. and he is but a boy. most boys are innocent (not pan, never pan). ]
[ begrudgingly, with a small huff. ] It's all right. [ her eyes lock on the drink, narrowing. ]
I wouldn't drink that, if I were you. They may not be fairies, but there's certainly magic about.
oh god i didnt even realize i said fairy fairy omfg i meant fairy party whoops
Sorry, again. Really.
[a beat,]
Oh.
[his eyes dart down to his drink, then back to her. nodding curtly, he looks around for something like a trash can -- as if -- before giving up. there's no way they have trash cans just lying about. he'd just have to hold on to this until he could toss it outside.]
Yeah. I wasn't gonna drink it anyway, and-- wait, you said they're not fairies? What the hell are they?
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[ but alisha has learned that she doesn't like it. she doesn't like being misplaced. she doesn't like being attacked by things — like storms or people infected by such storms. she likes peace and quiet and boring shit, like brunch and spending the morning with her boyfriend or stalking seth because kelly fancies him. while she may stand and eat, nibble on things here and there, and drink until her heart is content, it doesn't mean she likes it. she likes it even less when people bump into her — she still feels on edge, on guard, as if she's still in possession of her power that makes her untouchable. she flinches and scowls. ] Watch where you're going.
[ but he's already apologising, and alisha feels a tiny twinge of regret for her harsh words. her features lose their anger as she gazes at him. she eyes his drink. ] Doubt they'd like it if you spill that shit.
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Oh, this. [he looks at his drink, the contents swishing around gently] I don't think I'll be drinking it anyway.
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I donno. I just don't trust it.
[not that he could really smell anything wrong with it, but without knowing exactly what's going on and seeing that there are a bunch of weird little creatures wandering around them and "welcoming" them to a party doesn't exactly strike him as housewarming.]
Have been eating things here, too?
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[ a whole lot. it's not every day you die and end up at a feast. she wonders if this is what happens to nathan. does he get himself killed just so he can be disgusting and eat? ]
Haven't really turned into anything, yeah? [ she wrinkles her nose. ] Doesn't taste any different to food back home, either. Guess it's all right — but dunno why they'd do something to the drinks and not the food.
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I wouldn't put it past them. [he offers a partial wry smile] And why would it taste different, anyway? Food is food.
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He reaches out to put a hand on his shoulder.]
Isaac?
aaah sorry i'm late!!
Yeah- uh. I've really never been more happy to see you, man. This is messed up.
[he sighs, eyes darting around the room once again, jaw clenching, before his attention snaps back to scott.]
Are you okay?
alll good! I'm full of late replies.
Dude, I'm fine. But you're right. This is a little messed up. Mostly just... [He scrunches his face] Weird.
Despite werewolves and banshees and whatever else, I never would have thought that faeries and stuff were real.
[Stiles would have a field day with this, he was sure.]
c:
[isaac shakes his head. the whole thing is making him on-edge and uncomfortable and he's not entirely sure how he's going to continue handling it the way he is. he's happy that scott is around, at least - but he's also alarmed by it.]
You never asked Deaton about things like that?