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!

Comments

[cinnamoned]

Not that I know, no. There were a lot of people at the feast, but I didn't see--recognize any of them.

[She recognizes that stance, the more relaxed posture even as the other is obviously still on guard from habit and caution. Mary Margaret has her own memories of Snow, being on the run and needing to be cautious herself. Constantly. But now, right at this moment she is more concerned for the others. Emma, Charming. She figures Hook and Rumple could handle themselves if they were also here, but she hasn't seen even either of them yet. Mostly concerned for her family.]

If there are two sides to this, its possible they might be with the others though? I need to know if they're here.

[The fighting part. Well, if that turns out, she'll deal with that when it comes up. She just wants to know the others are safe, if they are here at all.]

[outwards]

Have you tried those yet?

[She holds up her locket with reluctant care, as if she knows them as much as she is loathe to use them (they look like her uncle might have made them, and if so...

She doesn't really think fondly of him right now, and is very unsure about his sons, some of whom used to be her best friends.]

[cinnamoned]

The lockets? No. I haven't tried using it yet. Have you? Can they even teach to talk to the other side - Unseelie?

[No point worrying possibly the entire populace over this. She's likely hardly the only one that has arrived here without a familiar face immediately present, after all. Or, that's her thinking at least. Look first, then possibly use the locket in case they are at the other land, the Unseelie. She doubts from what she has heard that her family might have ended up there, but there's still a chance.]

[outwards]

Not yet.

[There is a long pause as she considers her own, her expression unreadable.]

They look as if they are of my uncle's making. If I am here, there is no telling who else has been brought.

[cinnamoned]

You think your uncle might be here, the one that made these?

[Or was it the faeries? The royalty here? Mary Margaret isn't sure. She's not certain if she really wants to be here long enough to get the full proper story or not. Not when she has her own issues to worry about back home. As much as she might want to help those in need, there's still some conflicting feelings around the matter. Even if these lockets might seem familiar to this woman there's nothing particularly familiar about this place for her. It might resemble the Enchanted Forest but it isn't really. Not really home.]

[outwards]

I do not know; he might have come and left, or his works might have been stolen by those who rule this world - or still they might have stolen from a thief.

[There is much in those words; making her wonder even more how much distrust should be placed in them, or hatred even. But likewise, without further knowledge, little can be decided that way.]

[cinnamoned]

Perhaps using these we might find the answer. If he is or was here, surely someone here would recognize his name. If we were to ask people using these lockets to talk to them or others we find in person. I was told the....basic story on this situation but I'd still like to concentrate on finding my family if they are here.

[It's hard. Habit to be cautious around strangers given her time on the run back home in the Enchanted Forest. And yet she still likes to believe the best in people. There's a pause as she considers.]

Maybe I could help you try and find him in the meantime? Your uncle, if he is here?

[outwards]

I do not care for meeting him; if I were to, I have no desire to speak to him, unless he has tidings of Itarillë, and then no more.

[Her voice is very firm and cool at that. Fëanáro is the third to last person in any of the worlds that she wishes to meet now, beaten to the top only by Morgoth, the ultimate evil, and Ungoliath who devours the light.]

You are right, though. It would be prudent to attempt to use these, if no other option shows itself - even though it might hold the danger of being found by ones that we do not wish to meet.

[cinnamoned]

Itarille? A friend of yours?

[Or more family, perhaps. Either way, Snow takes note of the name. If she comes across it she can let this woman know, try to help, at the very least. She gives a nod as she listens to the other agree with her, taking the locket in hand to examine it more.]

I've not used anything like this before. Back home we used phones, or if I wanted to get a message to someone, I'd tie a note to a bird. But there is the chance people we'd rather not see could also be here, yes. I'm not sure if there is some way to find that out without them also knowing we are here too.

[outwards]

My brother's daughter, who is under my care now. She is but a child. [Itarillë herself would probably have a word with her at that description, but... she is, okay. Baby of the family. Just like her little brother. Because they're younger than her.]

....There will be no other way, but it is likely that should there be ones whom we do not want to know of our presences... that they would have brought us here, or be aligned with those who did, and thus it would not be new tidings to them to learn of our presence. [Aka they have nothing to lose here.]

[cinnamoned]

Your niece, then. I see. I don't have one myself but I do have a grandson.

[Yes. She doesn't look nearly old enough. Being cursed for 28 years does that, okay. Time stopped so she never aged, not physically anyway. But she tries to focus on the conversation, considering what the other says.]

Perhaps. I suppose that could be possible. It wouldn't be the first time I've been pulled to another world by a certain someone.

[Though Regina really has been making progress. Trying to prove she can be good. So she isn't quite sure what to make of this.]

But I'm not sure if that is the case. Regardless, I'm sure we'll find out.

[outwards]

[Irissë seems unphased by the mention of a grandson, and she really is; for the Eldar look to be ageless, and only the strain of long years lived in peril might add any age to their eyes, if not their features.

And she has yet to meet any humans, so why should it not be the same for the secondborn?]

Who is the person that pulled you to other worlds before, and what is your reason for doubting that it was their doing this time?

[cinnamoned]

The one that first cast the Curse that took us to another world without magic, without our memories was the Evil Queen. It's...complicated. But she's been really trying to work on things. On being a better person, for Henry. My grandson she adopted. If she were to cast that curse again, she'd never see him after that. And it would have to be pretty desperate for her to do that. She loves Henry.

[As does like. All of Storybrooke so. If there's a way to keep everyone together, they'd figure something out. Consider other options first. Snow is firm on that. If another Curse were cast, it would also mean she'd never see Emma again either. And she's already been separated from her daughter once with the first Curse. Not again.]

[outwards]

[She could speak of her cousins, forsaking homeland and mother and their own futures in an act of loyalty to one too desperate with grief to see much than that; but this is not time or place for that, nor would she want to speak of what came after now that she isn't sure herself what to make of it, having been preoccupied with the survival of herself and those of her family that are not with her father ever since things stopped running smoothly.]

And you think not that such desperate thoughts would have overtaken her at this time?

[cinnamoned]

I...no. She wouldn't. Not when that would mean leaving Henry behind. He's....all she has. As far as I know things aren't that bad. And we were just going to get Henry back with her from Neverland. If the Portal messed up and I'm here though, I'm guessing she and the others must be...somewhere.

[Or. So she hopes? Kind of. This place is obviously dangerous, what with the war situation. But at the same time she wouldn't begrudge a familiar face in all of this either. Depending on just who it might be, of course.]

[outwards]

[There is a soft nod, and then a true smile for the first time.] You have become friends?

[And the way she turns to the horse to shift the load on its back and make space for a person to sit speaks of an impending departure - but then she extends a hand to the other woman.] Let us find a safer place and then try the stone.

[cinnamoned]

Well, I.....suppose. She isn't exactly out to kill me anymore. Or make me suffer.

[So. That's. Some progress. A start. A lot of work to get there and try to understand each other, but they are both trying, with Emma and Henry's help. Henry, the one that links them as a family. Snow blinks at the extended hand, staring for a second before giving a nod of agreement.]

Right.

[outwards]

You may ride; my feet should carry me faster, as your kin is weaker than mine, and you must be younger as well. [Before, she let her niece ride sometimes when the girl had walked long and grew tired, but now her niece is not here to claim the saddle.]

[cinnamoned]

If you say so. Though I've no idea how long we'd be travelling. I am used to walking, but I won't say no. Thank you.

[Who knows where might be safe. If anywhere around here really is. It is a war situation, after all. Theoretically it is safer within their Seelie lands but Snow isn't around to naively believe that without proof.]

I....sorry, I'm not sure I've actually introduced myself yet. I'm Snow. Snow White.