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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1. thranduil oropherion | tolkien

[firith]

[ Newly arrived within the last few hours, the Elvenking sits at a long table while the feast goes on around him and sips a goblet of wine. He is easily distinguished by the silver-gold robe and crown of autumnal berries he wears, having been led right out of his throne by the fairies' plea for help.

He removes into a long corridor and lets the sound of laughter and music fall away, pacing with echoing steps to a large quad surrounded by pillars. In the middle is a pond with bright fish and the garden is a cheerful place under a skylight that shows a host of unfamiliar stars, lush and tended well. Taking a seat on a stone bench, Thranduil leans over his knees and lapses into his own thoughts. He doesn't protest when a fairy-boy with a bold blue light about him whisks in and sips from the cup in his hands. ]

[13th_member]

[This is no time for Roxas to just sit around and enjoy the merriment. Waking up was unexpected, although not unsurprising...except for the part that he wasn't viewing everything through Sora's eyes. No connection, no nothing. The unfamiliar setting aside, the Nobody's immediate reaction was to try to get some answers from the strangers around him. Drabwurld, something about the locket shoved into his pocket, blah blah blah-- no information that he truly cared about at that moment. How was any of this happening? Where was Sora?

If this was another hoax like DiZ's Twilight Town, he would be sure to whack the heck out of whoever decided to mess with him this time. To Hades' place and back, if he had to.

But now, it's time for recon, which is why Roxas has been pacing the hallways as well. More like jogging around, but none of the fae have troubled themselves to stop him. Names echo off the walls, "Sora? Kairi? Where are you guys? ...Namine? Hey, have you seen--?"...with no luck. Even when he enters the quad, Roxas barely gives his surroundings any thought because his attention catches on Thranduil as another target to question:]

Uh, excuse me? Have you seen a guy around about my height? Spiky brown hair and big yellow shoes?

[firith]

[ Already having heard the disquieted approach of the young boy, Thranduil's attention is already resting where he expects him to be when his company arrives to question him. ]

I've not. Does your companion have a name? Perhaps if I do find myself acquainted with him, I might point him in your direction.

[13th_member]

It's Sora. Can you tell him that--

[Roxas' face falls before he can finish because there's a few thoughts creeping up to bother him. For one, Roxas and Sora trying to find each other? That's pretty laughable. And if Sora did find him, what would happen? Would he disappear again? He may have resigned himself to his fate, but...]

Actually, can you tell him to use the locket to call Roxas? He gets lost pretty easily on his own, so it'd be easier that way.

[firith]

I will do so, Roxas.

[ Giving a demure nod, he watches him attentively. ]

You are not lost, I trust? The feast is a merrier affair than these dark corridors and I think it wise to remain close to the clamour of it, if you seek your friend. It is more than likely he will venture there.

[13th_member]

[.............That's a good point, actually. Maybe running around randomly wasn't a good idea, and Sora's kind of a party animal when he wants to be.]

You're probably right. [Although--] But Sora isn't the kind to sit around without knowing what's going on.

[Especially if he's not sure where his friends are, even though he wouldn't be looking for him. Siiigh.]

Why are you out here, then?

[firith]

A momentary respite from the noise. [ Even elven parties in Mirkwood aren't that hyper. ] My name is Thranduil, of the Woodland Realm. We are well met, Roxas.

[13th_member]

[Well met, huh? That sort of phrase is a bit foreign to Roxas, so he hesitates a moment, wondering if he's being dismissed or what...?]

It's nice to meet you too. [Right, nailed it. Maybe.]

...Is this your first time being in a different world?

[pterosaur]

[Approaching the laden table with barely a sound - her body is meant to stalk wary animals from rat to fox size, and get close enough for her beak to snap them up - Janine stops a few feet behind him and reaches, well above his shoulder, to snag a roast bird from its platter with the tip of her beak. One red eye blinks.]

:'Scuse me.:

[Her 'voice' is soundless. Really, Janine is or was a fourteen-year-old girl. She withdraws with her prize rather than eating it over the table.]

[firith]

[ He has witnessed the coming of Glaurung's brood, seen beasts of terrifying countenance slice through the sky and blot out the sun, knows of tales where scaled monsters sweetly coaxed noble hearts to their doom — and not once has he ever heard about any of them pardoning themselves to get a snack. Staring after her wide-eyed, his defenses are raised when the Voice of a young girl resonates in his mind, the invasion such a casual thing that Thranduil cannot fully feel at ease with it (even though, he supposes as he watches the creature devour a roast bird whole, it is better to be warned of its coming than not). ]

You are excused. [ Fascinated, wary, grey eyes sweep over her. ] Though I think it impossible for anyone not to grant you a pardon, if you strongly desired one.

[pterosaur]

[She has to toss it into the air and snap it up into the back of her beak. It slides as a visible bulge down her long neck. Janine studies him back, feeling his wariness as wariness of her own. She can feel emotions - they always feel like hers, though - but not hear thoughts.]

:Really? I could get away with things, huh?:

[There is grease on her beak. It gleams as Janine fights self-consciousness. It's always better to seem aloof and unaffected, she's found.]

:Seems like a lot of effort. Relax. You're too big to look like food, and you talk, anyway. I only ever attack anything if I have to eat it. Or it's going to hurt someone that does talk.:

[...she could eat an animal Thranduil's size, but she'd have to laboriously tear it apart first.]

[firith]

[ Whether she is part of this court or not, he isn't about to shake thousands of years' worth of caution right away. Definitely won't be commenting on the look of her. ]

How is it that I hear you in my mind?

[ That, more than anything, is a disturbance. ]

[pterosaur]

[Janine draws her head back a little.]

:Most people don't notice. All right. The 'how' I'm not sure about. A thing happened, two weeks ago.: [she... does not want to spill all to a strange adult.] :Now my essence isn't like normal. It doesn't fit my body, so it leaks. I think.:

:As for why, I can't talk otherwise.: [When she speaks there is usually an underlayer of soft croaks and caws. For a moment she she just makes a few of those noises.] :Very hard to get understood like that.:

[firith]

I imagine so.

[ How unnerving, to think the essence of anything might bleed and touch his own fea. ]

What is your name?

[pterosaur]

[Her natural suspicion of people has been fighting the effect of that fea. Janine has had her trust betrayed too many times to just give it over now. She will be friendly, in a casual way, but it will not go farther.]

:Janine. Janine Farehouse.:

[She remembers, then, that her plan had been to stop using the name she was born with. Oops.]

:I'll answer to other things too. Haven't come up with anything better yet.: