TEST DRIVE MEME #4

[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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[winterwork]

[An entire island of dragons. How could he miss that so easily? It was one thing to miss a village of people, but based on that map, there'd be too many of the reptiles to not catch sight of from the air. Something seems a bit off about it, but it wasn't like he knew enough to quite figure that out. Besides, they were in an entirely different world all together now, so maybe it was best to focus on this one for the time being.]

Huh. Cute little guy. [Though he'd imagine it'd probably be much bigger if he caught sight of it in person.

He could say something else teasing, that having been the core of their first impressions since he'd gotten there, but he could sense a worry in Hiccup's tone that showed the depth of his concerns. For someone who knows all too well what it's like to be alone, it wasn't something Jack could be cruel about.]

Yeah ... I will. I'd probably get a better range of sight from the sky, so I'll keep an eye out, just in case.

[smithwork]

[ Toothless is pretty cute whenever he isn't hocking up half-digested fish, yeah. ]

Thanks.

[ Hiccup isn't too big not to admit when he's wrong, either. Or at least imply he might have been. ]

We ... kind of got off on the wrong foot. [ Which is Jack's fault, but never mind. ] If you're so bored in the library, then why are you in here? Why not go flying wherever you want? Anywhere's got to be better than this place.

[winterwork]

Well, I can't help it, curiosity got the best of me when I saw someone actually huddled up in here willingly.

[It comes with the return of a teasing smile, but much softer than before. They did get off the wrong foot, primarily because Jack's spent so long without having a regular conversation with anyone that sometimes mannerisms were quite beyond him.]

But you're right, I'd normally prefer to go outside and have my fun. I just-- [wanted someone to talk to] --wanted to take a little tour of the place. See if there was anything worthwhile finding in here, you know. It is pretty big in here.

[smithwork]

[ It's a bit of a mess in the library, truth be told, notably in Hiccup's corner. He can't blame Jack for finding him a little odd in turn. ]

I've been cooped up in here for ages, I could really do with some fresh air. [ You bet your ass he's going to walk off and leave that mess for someone else to clear up. ] Want to go for a stroll? It's not like we're going to run out of castle any time soon.

[winterwork]

You said you've been in this world for days, right? Please tell me you've done other things since you'be been here and you haven't just hung out in the library.

[But a stroll? The company was proving to be pretty decent, but he was getting a bit anxious for a change of location.]

Absolutely. If I stay in here any longer, my legs might get stiff enough that they'll freeze and crack. [Hence he's already bouncing on the balls of his feet, taking a few steps backwards, ready to go on their way.]

[smithwork]

I ... haven't really been in a social sort of mood since I got here. Holing up in the library to figure out a way to get to the good creatures in the south seemed like a great idea, even if it was pretty stupid for me not to ask for help from anyone. I didn't think I could trust anybody.

[ Not that it matters. The important thing at the time had been wallowing in his own grief in private, able to come to terms with the mess he's in both here and back at home. Out in the corridors, he paces along with Jack past the open archways. Everything is so ornate and enormous in Caer Scima, a single room would unquestionably dwarf even the Great Hall on Berk. ]

So I guess, thanks for kicking me out of that place.

[winterwork]

[Considering how they had started out, hearing a thanks was definitely rather surprising, though Jack was certainly all too pleased to hear it. He could be a bit wild and reckless, but if he's somehow helped someone out, even in a minor way, he isn't going to be ashamed of it.]

Glad to. You really didn't look like you were doing much cheering up staying in there all by yourself for too long.

[True that the circumstances of being sent to a strange new world were rather odd, though in Jack's experience, that's pretty much how life started out for him some years ago, so it wasn't exactly new. But he could see how it could somehow be a bit overwhelming either way.]

And you really think things are good down there? So far, everything just seems kind of the same everywhere.

[smithwork]

I used to be told stories when I was a boy, all the dramatic ones about Thor and Odin, but also about the trolls and goblins, the elves too. They all have homes, some of which resemble a few locations on the maps we were given.

[ He slides out a much smaller map than before, an A4 sheet that he unfolds and taps in three places. ]

Álfheimr, that's Caer Glaem where the Ljósálfar live, the Light Elves. Where we are right now could concur with the home of the Dökkálfar, the Dark Elves. The orcs. Now, if you have to ask for help, it's only common sense to go to the most trustworthy source. In this case? The golden capital where they actually obey laws. Otherwise it's like deciding to stay in Gaul when Rome is right around the corner, it's stupid.

[ Hiccup gestures to the murky albeit richly made halls as he tucks the Drabwurld map away, keeping his voice down so it doesn't echo. ]

I could be completely wrong and, trust me, I would love to be, but I'm not going to stay here long enough to see if I do turn into one of their thralls. My priority is finding my best friend and getting me and Toothless out of here.

[winterwork]

[It's true that looking into the research and background behind this place hadn't exactly been Jack's first priority, instead more excited about the exploration of a new land and simply just enjoying not being completely invisible anymore, so a lot of the information Hiccup shares does bring about a little bit of new knowledge.]

I guess I take it you're not up for the whole fighting-for-a-side thing like they told us to. [Not that he was up for it either, siding with no one but himself, but he wasn't exactly fighting for a way to get back home either. There wasn't exactly much to go back to.]

So if I have this all correct, you want to find the "good guys" assuming they might help you find a way to leave? I hate to pop your bubbles but they're in the middle of a war here. I doubt any side's going to be too charitable.

[smithwork]

I'm not fighting anyone's war for them and I'm not taking sides. I'm doing what's best for finding my dragon.

[ Whether it puts him in danger with the Seelie side or not. ]

[winterwork]

You certainly have resolve, I'll give you that. [He grins upon hearing it. It is rather admirable to see someone become so dedicated to a friend. It wasn't the sort of thing he saw every day nor did he have any real experience in that area.

Looking about at their surroundings, still getting a feel for the grand, lavish halls, he walks ahead in their path, staff resting across his shoulders.]

I don't really intend on fighting in anything or for anyone, but if it's a matter of looking for a friend, as I said, I'm not entirely opposed to offering my assistance.

[smithwork]

Don't you have winter weather to be spreading around?

[ Or anything better to do? ]

[winterwork]

Wow! Someone is so grateful. I'm admiring this high level of appreciation.

[Tsk tsk. He brings up a hand to conjure up some flakes that he blows over in his direction.]

[smithwork]

No, I mean ... [ Blech! Stop that. ] Aren't you the only guy that brings the frost? There's no one else saddled with that job, I don't want to mess up your schedule or anything.

[winterwork]

Right, because having my eyes open while I fly through the sky to keep a look out for a large dragon is going to result in the biggest snow drought of the century.

[It's called multitasking. He's very much capable of it.]

[smithwork]

[ This face, Jack. ]

I'm just saying, it could take a while.

[winterwork]

That's fine. Time is something I'm ... realizing I have a lot of. [Something you catch on when over a decade passes by and you're still a bit of a teenager.]

It's not a big deal, dragon boy. [Boop to the nose with a staff!]

[smithwork]

[ Owww. Have a flick to your own nose, sir. ]

Okay, well. I appreciate it. In the meantime, shall we get something to eat? I haven't eaten since before ... I came here. Yikes.

[winterwork]

[Did he just ... get flicked??? No one's ever touched him, much less flicked him before, this is a brand new experience. Much shock, such surprise.

He rubs his nose, trying to get over that unexpected action.] What do you mean you haven't eaten since you came here? I thought you were human.

[smithwork]

I've not had a real meal in a while, the last one I tried didn't count. [ He gives a small chuckle, eyes crinkling. ] My, uh, mom can't cook.

[winterwork]

All the more reason to run quick to the food as soon as you got here. But no, someone thought he'd catch up on his reading instead.

[If it was a natural habit before, his teasing instincts are even stronger than ever.]

[smithwork]

Hey, Vikings are hardier than you'd think. Some of the men in my village can survive a week without nothing more than stale bread and regurgitated fish from their dragons.

[ Hardy as fuq, son. ]

[winterwork]

Please tell me you did not actually eat regurgitated fish.

[Because that's not tough, that's completely disgusting.]

[smithwork]

A couple of times, under pressing circumstances.

[ It really is disgusting, yes, he does not condone it. But it's impressive! ]

[winterwork]

[He breaks out into a hearty laugh, because it actually is really impressive as gross as it is.]

Wow, Hiccup, you are a much crazier kid than I originally thought. I give you fifty points for the fish. Bravo. You've earned it.