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TEST DRIVE MEME #4

TEST DRIVE MEME

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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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[There's much preference in exploring the outside, but while he's here, he might as well learn the ins and outs of this castle, still filled with excitement that people could see him, encouraging him to just speak out to anyone he could find. Without the wind to allow him to soar, he bounces through different rooms, light on the balls of his bare feet as he paces fast through the aisles of the library, laughing with amusement.

For the most part, everything remains quiet except for his own excitement leaving him to come to the conclusion that he should continue his ventures to a different room until he notices movement at the corner of his eye. Pausing in his tracks, he notices a young man, possibly close enough to his age, seemingly very focused on whatever he seems to be reading.

With a raised eyebrow and a smirk, Jack hops on the shelves of a bookcase to the very top, laying on his stomach as he peeks below to try and read whatever the stranger seems to be writing.]

Are you making lists? This whole big place and you're sitting here to make lists. How dull of you.

[ Really, the last thing he needs is to be criticised by fluffy-haired shepherds. That wasn't the source of commotion headed his way that Hiccup had first imagined, but neither did he expect to be disturbed by someone atop the stacks.

Have fun reading the runes he's writing in, buddy. Deadpan, Hiccup replies. ]

Pardon me, I suppose I should be crawling all over the walls and pestering people instead. [ Like some people. The blue-eyed peeper gets a second glance, however, if only because he looks ... weird. ] How long have you been up there, anyway?

[ It's a bit disconcerting to suddenly have Big Brother trained on you. ]

[He can see me. It's been some days since he's arrived, but the idea still excites to know that he can be social with whomever he pleases, even if the guy below doesn't seem too impressed to be interrupted.] Thankfully, not long. I'd probably take a nap if I stayed too long.

[Not really being able to read whatever's being written, he holds his wooden staff out below to push books aside and try to catch titles with minor curiosity. He wasn't much for reading to begin with, it tended to get rather boring fairly fast, but any conversation for the most part is intriguing enough for the moment.]

What are you even reading so much for? It's so murky and gloomy in here. It's pretty depressing.

Hey, hey! Watch what you're doing, I have a system here.

[ THIS GUY, fuuuu. So rude. Maybe giving him a hint of what's being done will dry up his curiosity once and for all, he doesn't really seem the Sit Still And Listen type. Fussing the papers back into place, one atop the other with the numbered corners visible, Hiccup runs a hand through his hair. ]

Surprisingly enough, I'm not in here for the suicidal ambiance. I'm trying to compile a basic list of amenities I'd need for a southern journey on foot. [ He straightens, hands on hips before one gestures impatiently at the table. ] Even the shortest route has about twenty weird things on it to avoid, I need to know which ones I'll come up against chronologically ...

[ Not being able to fly is the worst. Wrinkling his nose, he glances up to see if he still has an audience in Snowy McBother. ]

Wow, you are making things way too complicated for yourself.

[Rising from his stomach, he shifts forward to sit at the edge of the shelf, feet dangling down as he sways his staff side to side in front of him. The book overload and massive planning is definitely ridiculous, but at least he's listening.]

You really think scribbling a bunch of gibberish here and there is gonna prepare you? Just go out there and do it. [Just going to those papers with his staff. Poke poke.] Chances are half of things you think you're gonna find aren't even gonna show up. World's too unpredictable for that kind of thing.

[Though to be fair, he didn't have to worry about that kind of thing. Being able to fly sure was nice.]

Great, well, I'll just not bother because you decided to graciously impart that shining kernel of wisdom, thanks a lot. You really saved me a lot of time here.

[ If sarcasm could literally drip, it would. Scooping up some of his more recently finished notes that he plans to take with him and annotate to the Drabwurld map, he paces around the table with his every other step a clink to fold them carefully in a satchel. He's not sure what else he can do in this strange land of the fair folk minus his best friend and his family, but he certainly isn't going to start waging war on people just because. All Hiccup has to lean on are some stupid old stories Gobber told him as a kid about all of this, so he'll be as practical with that information as he can for as long as things roughly measure up to the same standard.

Deathly wry as he is, he isn't outright rude and simply falls silent for a few tense moments as the stress gnaws at him from the inside-out. Then he grits, ] You could always just leave me alone, you know.

[It's pretty clear to him that this guy could loosen up a bit and not take everything so seriously, but he's amongst some of the first people that have seen Jack in years. It's still an uncertainty as to why he'd ended up in this strange new world, but the most important thing was that he could be seen, so the last thing he wanted to do was get people to dislike him.

So it's with a sigh, that he hops down from the shelf, landing straight onto his toes as he leans forward against his staff with a raised eyebrow and a sly smile.] Pouty pants looks like he could use some company?

[Minor improvements in the banter, but still not quite there. Human interaction's still a little out of practice.]

Look, maybe I could help you out with your whole southern pilgrimage thing or whatever it is you're doing.

[ He really misses Toothless, all of a sudden. Big baby boo. Exasperated, he faces the stranger over the table with a sceptical look. ]

It's not a pilgrimage, I just don't want to live surrounded by imps that bite me and goblins trying to steal my foot when I'm sleeping. All these weird creatures? Not the good kind. [ Whatever this guy is, he doesn't look like one of the nastier critters running around. Probably another resident, albeit a magical one. (Everyone is magical here, much to Hiccup's building consternation.) ] How would you even help me get to where I need to go? Can you help me fly there?

[ DOUBTFULLLLLL. ]

Because that's really the only way this trip isn't going to take me months.

Months? You do realize those fairy rings could cut that time by a ton, right?

[Or so he's heard. He has yet to try out the system directly himself since he's still accustomed to his usual travel methods, but he was curious and would be looking into it when he got the chance. He definitely wasn't going to walk like this crazy old-timer.]

But if that's not your cup of tea, then yes, I could possibly fly you there. [He's lifted some of the kids he's played with in the past, though never for long, seeing as how they normally freak out when they're held in the air for too long but an invisible source. This guy wasn't exactly small, so it probably wouldn't exactly be something easy to do.]

Although that, uh, leg of yours might add on some extra weight. But we could just toss that. [Kidding. Maybe. But it'd be pretty fun to try and hide it at some point. Maybe he was a bit of a goblin.]

[ Holding up a hand, he waves it to try and shut the babble off. ~~You leave his leg alone, sir!!~~ ]

Wait, wait. What 'fairy rings'? The rings on the maps everyone has, those things are useful? [ Cue all his attention shifting onto fluffy-head. ] What're they supposed to do, just ... magic people around?

[ Yeah, that sounds super safe. ]

[Oh, so now someone wants to listen to him, huh? But just ignoring his extremely kind and generous offer! How rude!!!]

Magic people around? What does that even mean? You can't make that a verb. You sound ridiculous.

[With a light chuckle, he pulls his staff up over his shoulders, leaning back against the edge of the table with a shrug.] I'm not sure of all of the details. But they can basically help you travel between the different rings, don't ask me how. I've just heard a few things from word of mouth.

[Because you best believe he's going to be doing a lot of talking to folks now that he can.]

I sound ridiculous? Says the guy toting a shepherd's crook about a half-mile away from any sort of flock.

[ Not having heard much of anything about fairy rings, mostly because he's been too miserable to throw on his social face, Hiccup makes a note of it on his vambrace's leafings with his left-handed scrawl. That done, he folds his arms and looks the boy over. The cape, the shirt, the ... bare feet and tattered trousers. ]

Aren't you cold?

Ha, this doesn't exactly do the kind of herding you're thinking of, trust me. [If the wind had anything to say about it. Though the idea of him caring for sheep or something of the sort is pretty amusing. An odd occupation he almost wonders could be possible, considering how he'd woken up.

But it's a thought that quickly floats away upon being asked the question. Aren't you cold. A small chuckle chokes out at the irony before giving an exaggerated shiver and bracing himself into a hug to rub roughly at his arms.]

Oh, yeah, absolutely freezing! It's completely unbearable! [Staff still in hand, it gives it a light swing to tap the leg of the table, prompting frost to trace upwards and along the edges.]

[ He probably herds cats, with that attitude problem. The sprouting of ice makes Hiccup stiffen, eyeing the boy narrowly. ]

So you're an ... ice elf?

Ice elf--? What, no. Do I look pointy-eared to you? I mean, I'm still playing around with titles a bit, but I think I'd prefer winter spirit. Sounds so much more joyous and pleasant, don't you think?

[With a smirk, he nods down towards the stranger's foot, rather curious about the setup.] And what about you? Some sort of metal-legged library guardian?

Look, there are a lot of elves going around, okay? I don't know what you are ... [ Or maybe I do. Keeping that to himself as a thought crosses his mind, he sits on the edge of the table and folds his arms as he looks the boy over. Seems barely as old as me. ] My name is Hiccup, the imps dragged me here a few days ago.

Hiccup, huh? Don't you think that name's a little bit too standard? [Out comes a light-hearted laugh, never seeming anything less than amused with anything this guy seemed to throw out. Though he supposes just about anything was keeping him excited at this point, simply relieved that he's having the longest conversation he's had since--well, he wasn't even sure if he's ever really had one at all.]

Seems we're both newcomers here too. [Holding his arms out, he bends over to give a mocking bow.]

Jack Frost. At your service.

[ Waiting for the boy to stop being so pleased with himself and everything he hears, Hiccup shakes his head and unfolds his arms as he turns back to the table of notes with an air of finality. ]

Yeah, you're not Jǫkull Frosti.

[Jokull Frosti? The pronunciation was certainly different, but could he possibly ...?

With his level of amusement and cockiness finally dimming down, he rushes forward, hands on the table as he leans down to try to recreate eye contact.]

H-hold on, do you ... do you know me?

[ Straightening as he finds himself with an intense pair of blue eyes peering up at him, Hiccup cocks a hip to rest a hand there, gesturing toward Jack with the other. As for the title, he dulls it down to something less formal. ]

Jökul, right? Or Jack, whatever you want to go by these days. You bring the ice and snow, the blizzards and frost, the son of Kári. The wind. [ He shrugs easily. ] Where I come from, everybody knows who you are.

[It's not much beyond some of the things he had already known about himself, but it did provide a little more insight that was certainly making his chest tighten.]

E-everyone ... knows me? [He takes a slight step back, a breath escaping him as he breaks into an honest smile.

Not only could he be seen, but he was known.]

[ Hiccup takes a step in, peering down the few inches that separate them in height. ]

You don't look anywhere near old enough to have children, so you can't be the god from the stories. [ More like Jack doesn't seem mature enough to have had kids when he is one, but nuances. Seeing an honest smile is something that prompts a small one of his own. ] Where are you from, Jack?

[Children? Of his own? As much as he loved children, that was a laugh. At least he didn't think he had any children of his own. Considering he didn't know much about his own life, he couldn't exactly rule anything out (even if he was a bit too young for that sort of thing).]

Uh, Burgess? Pennsylvania. [Or so he assumes, it being where he had woken up. It took an awful lot of eavesdropping to gather up the information.] It's a colony in the New World.

[But more importantly--] What about you? Where do you come from? [Since he seems to be known there, in some form or other.]

New World? That sounds interesting.

[ Brushing the documents off the table without a second glance (he really cares about them, see), Hiccup takes out a map from under his chestplate that he handles far more carefully as he unfolds it over the desk. ]

I'm from Berk, right in the middle of all these islets and skerries, it's an archipelago amassed in the northern hemisphere where we deal with the midnight sun and winter night every year. Uh, it's ...

[ Ferreting around on the floor, he flops an atlas open and points to ~~Svalbard~~ a speck a decent distance from Norway. ]

It's around about there, above Nóregr, best I can figure from these weird maps.

[His eyes widen a bit at the map that's brought out, namely because it barely looks like a map at all and more like a very carefully drawn piece of art with all the pictures and colors.] Berk, huh? I don't think I've ever seen it. Must be pretty hidden.

[There's not much up to the north at all, really. There hadn't tended to be too many people settling there due to it being considered far too uninhabitable, though he does see some here and there. He almost feels like he should have seen a place like that if there was a whole village of people living there, but he just waves it off, assuming it might have just missed it.]

And are those dragons? Do your people believe in the stories too or something?

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