TEST DRIVE MEME #5

[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

Sadie Kane | The Kane Chronicles | Seelie | Possible spoilers?

[eye_of_isis]

[Sadie is not a happy camper. This is of course to be expected since she was brought here by faeries to fight in their war which honestly, isn't drafting illegal? Doesn't she have a choice in this? She has her own life to worry about, thank you, and she doesn't needs faeries meddling.

Then again, she gets the feeling these Queens are more like gods so, you know, you've got to expect some meddling.

So Sadie is at the party, enjoying herself as much as she can and people watching.


OR WILDCARD]

Wildcaaaaaard!

[bythewaves]

[ There's an elf at the station, watching bad TV (look, its a hobby) and he looks up when Sadie comes in ]

Forgive me, did you want to watch something?

JUNPEI IORI; PERSONA 3; UNSEELIE

[slugout]

[ A. unseelie feast

you know. there's a lot of suspicious characters that look really shady and suspicous that the general... shitty decor does not help at all? and then there's some people that look so out of place, it's more ridiculous than scary. for example, this guy:

skinny, high school, wearing a baseball hat, sporting a baby's first goatee, and poking the silverware and tables with a suspiciously sharp katana.

seriously, dude, what? he's not even really talking to anyone, just... talking for the sake of talking, but if you want to assume it's YOU he's addressing... have at it. ]

Seriously, if you're gonna attack, can you just get it over with!?

[ B. the station

guess who has a duffel bag he's loading up with junk food from the vending machines? THIS GUY. bro needs a hoard of mad bull, instant ramen, and fritoes, okay!? ]

B.

[snipers]

[ aaaand guess who's coming up behind junpei as he's stuffing that hoard into his duffel?

this girl! and of course she's judging. ]

Junpei, what are you doing?

Effie Trinket | Seelie | 02

[inyourfavor]

"There don't seem to be any trains here," Effie Trinket chided. Really. This was a station, was it not? And should there not be trains? And should the trains not run on TIME, in a homeward direction? "I'm going to be very late for the debut of Vincent Romulus's autumn line."

It was a discouraging thought.

[niffin]

"Oh," Alice cants her head, uncertainly, over the edge of her newspaper. "Is that, uh -- there are horses, if you're in a hurry. They can take you to the rings, and from there it's just --"

Her fingers pinch in, then splay out. Poof. Alice has seen a lot of strange things in the Station and in Fillory, but this girl's hair has to take the cake, frosting, and entire bakery. She might even stand out in New York.

"They don't seem to mind if you just borrow one, anyway." At that, she ducks back a bit, the paper held almost protectively between them, and her eyes still fixed on Effie. "I -- I like your hair."

It's magnificent.

Pyrrha Nikos | RWBY | Seelie | possible spoilers

[invinciblegirl]

[ The words 'another war' are first and foremost on Pyrrha's mind as she finds her way to the first open balcony she sees. She's never been great at parties, and she needs a moment to breathe and think before she does anything else.

It's not the fighting itself that bothers her. She has the skills and training to be more than capable in a fight, and after all, she was training as a Huntress; if she didn't think she could handle it, she would be in another line of work.

No, it's the idea that she's separated from her team when a lot of things are happening that has her worried. It's not that she doesn't trust them, not at all. She's just worried that she's not where she needs to be.

Pyrrha will smile at anyone that approaches, at least. Her own problems don't mean that she can't at least pass for sociable. ]

[noodled]

[He couldn't really believe what he was seeing. Well not exactly. Naruto was taken from his world to another. Perhaps this red-haired woman was in fact one of his clan members. Then again, she could be completely unrelated to him. While he had been glad to find out only he and another from his world were here, it felt like he was alone. And the other person wasn't an ally of his, actually, far from it. Which didn't really help him relax.

No. He had to know. If the courts had taken away one of his clan members then he had to help them. Even though his clan was scattered and he an orphan. Naruto took a breath before he walked over to her and smiled.]

Hello.

Damon Salvatore | The Vampire Diaries | Unseelie (returned)

[withbite]

Caer Scima

[He didn't recognize the imps as being familiar until he hauled himself out of the sack and the memories of being in Drabwurld before came rushing back.]

You have got to be shitting me.

[There was a feast going on, just like he'd remembered upon his last arrival, and Damon again snagged a bottle of something that would numb his senses while he mulled over being brought back here and the fact that he couldn't remember this place when he'd been back home. Maybe he hadn't been gone long? Maybe it had been a spell? Maybe he should just break a few necks until someone decided sending him home was a better idea than keeping him here.

He was sullen as he drank from the bottle, looking around and wondering if he'd see any familiar faces. Probably not. He hadn't been the most social little butterfly last time, being more concerned with Elena being here than anything. So enjoy a somewhat sulky, broody vampire bumming around the party and drinking from a stolen bottle, Unseelies.]

Locket

[Damon's drunk by the time he thinks to use the locket to check on who's here and who's not, but he gives whoever might be watching a smile.]

Seems you couldn't get enough of me. That's nice. Really. But see, I sort of have obligations back home, so unless you've got an Elena Gilbert stashed around here, I don't really care about this place. So, come on. Wave your magic wand and send me back. I can promise you don't want me somewhere I don't want to be. Bad idea.

Locket!

[baseborne]

[So... drunk guy. Drunk guy that's been here before? Hm. HMM.]

That's hardly like to work, is it?

[ ota ] elsa ❄ frozen ❄ seelie ❄ possible re-app, previous memories are go!

[glacio]

feast;

[ it was really, very strange - one moment she's strolling outside the gates of her kingdom and greeting each person she passed ( because that's what a good queen does ), and the next she's being stopped by a fairy. again.

again?

yes, again. this has happened to her before, she remembers it now.

which is the really, very strange part!

the fairy approaches her, starts explaining that she carries a shard, and she remembers. it takes her some time to come to terms with it, let the memories settle in again and melt from was that just a dream? into no, you remember that so vividly because it was real, but eventually she does. the fairy seems to already know that she'd been there once before, and seems relieved it doesn't have to go through the whole spiel. and although this time she tries to insist - no, please, give me just a moment to get my sister! or at least let me tell her where I'll be this time - the ring appears before her and she knows she has to go.

she doesn't have much time to take in how much has changed since she left, or to wonder how long it's been, not when she's heading into the feast and all she can focus on is how many more people are here now. it's so, so crowded. only this time she walks into the room confidently, smiling bright. she's not afraid of her power anymore, not like she was the first time she arrived her. she takes a seat at one of the tables and digs right in, engaging in conversation with the people around her, trying to figure out what she's missed, what's changed. she might still be peeking around cautiously, but it's only because she's looking for familiar faces, wondering if her Drabwurld friends were still here or if they were sent back home as well. ]

locket;

[ when Elsa's video feed tunes in, the screen is blocked for a quick moment by the swish of a fluffy white tail as a certain someone trots directly in front of where she's sitting. a tail that's quickly smoothed down and out of the way to reveal a laughing ice queen. yeah, she's happy. happy and maybe a little tiny bit embarrassed ]

So. Hello again. For those who don't know me, I'm Queen Elsa, of Arendelle. I was here for a brief stay, and have recently been brought back to help in the fight again. But I wanted to check in not just to say hello, but to ask-

Is anyone in the castle ..missing anything? Trinkets, scarves, small tokens? Siku seems to have taken it upon herself to, ah, decorate my rooms while I was away. And I have no idea where she got these things from, but- [ she reaches for the locket, turning the camera so the view is on a pile of stuff on her bed. mostly shiny things. ] - if any of this looks familiar to any of you, please let me know, and I'll have it returned to you as soon as possible. I'm really, terribly sorry to anyone she's stolen from, I honestly have no idea where she got the habit.

That's all for now, I suppose. Yes.

[ click ]

feast.

[sangilak]

[ the feast might be more crowded than elsa remembers, but that doesn't stop a certain someone from spotting her snow-white hair from across the room. dignity be damned, korra immediately bolts over, reaching her arms out and tossing them around elsa's shoulders and lifting her into an excited hug ]

Elsa! You're back!!

Lambdadelta | Umineko no Naku Koro Ni | Unseelie

[stalemates]

Arrival

[Okay, this is a great party and all, but what's with the dark decor? It really brings the mood down, at least, in Lambda's opinion. The only problem is, the jerks took so much of her magic away, she can't change it! It's too cruel! For a while, she sulks about, pouting and grumbling, flopping onto the surface of the table, stomping her feet.

After a while, though, she gets an idea. And after a quick trip to the wardrobe, comes back with bolts of fabric in pink, and, floating in the air, starts hanging new curtains and decorations. Thought you could beat the Witch of Certainty, huh??? Well think again.

Eventually the hall is unrecognisably cute - unless someone manages to stop her.]

[leggendario]

[ such decadence is not against beato's wishes. this place, with the food and such genuine regard for her, feeds her ego nicely. still, despite the feast, she finds herself catching sight of another blonde girl. ]

Hoh... I see. So even someone like yourself has been called to this place, ...Lady Lambdadelta.

[ her arms had been folded, but as she approaches lambda, who floats so high above her at the moment, beatrice unlaces her arms. out of respect for lambda, perhaps. they fall to her sides, the fabric of her dress swaying with the movement. the decorations in lambda's hands had reminded her of... her highness, they had. as such, beato had to see with her own two eyes who was hanging them up. after all, they stuck out so roughly, like a sore thumb, against the dreary scenery. the two of them, perhaps, looked just as misplaced as the pink fabric lambda had hung about as she pleased. how very much like her. ]

What a lovely color choice.

varda | tolkien | seelie

[tintalle]

[ while being brought here had been something of a shock, varda has ever been adaptable. and if this is part of the design, in its own way, she's hardly one to protest. instead, she can be found mingling at the feast, a beautiful woman with hair and eyes seemingly formed of the night sky, and a smile that says she knows far more about you than you're comfortable with and loves you anyway.

eventually, she excuses herself, seeking space and a quiet balcony. with stars that aren't hers above her and a breeze against her skin that is not her husband's, she allows herself a moment--just a moment--of weariness and grief. despite herself, she does wish to be home. she misses her loved ones and the children, and there is little she can do for them from here. ]

[napolienic]

[ There's a dragon on the roof. Uh.

Lien's tail dangles over the side of the wall, twitching aimlessly in the breeze. Varda isn't the only one to have sought solitude so close to the sky, and it's half a moment before Lien rouses herself to take notice.

One enormous white neck stretches down and around, to put the starry woman in better view of her milky red eyes, the size of a man's grown hand. It's improprietous to intervene -- but Lien, too, knows grief, and their proximity demands address. Her voice is delicate, and smooth for all its deep sonority: ]

It is too beautiful a night to mar one's view with sorrow. [ She peers, squinting to make out the shape of her. ] The stars reflect what we would see in them.

Jackson Whittemore | Teen Wolf | Unseelie

[selfserving]

He was supposed to be at the hospital; it's the last thing he remembers. Werewolves were real, he'd accepted that. But this?

Another world, fairies, no thank you, it had to be some kind of whacked out dream. Brought on by the stress of the last few weeks.

He was losing it, however any cracks in Jackson Whittemore are on the inside only. Outward he is a glaring, sneering bundle of cocky, self entitled anger. There is not enough booze in this place to calm him down as the young man seethes with the emotions.

This would explain why he abandoned the party, refusing to accept fate as it was being told to him. He would find his own way out of this place ad get what he deserved. Because this definitely was not it. He was close now, nothing was going to stop him, not even this.

locket.

[amplified]

( it's only for about half a minute that the locket broadcasts his face, but on top of that, she's heard whispers in her dreams for days. he's shown up constantly. she wakes up in a cold sweat, sure she's probably been screaming. but the locket isn't the same. it can't be a figment of her imagination, can it? she's gotten better control. the monarchs granted it to her as a gift. her heart contracts in her chest immediately and she feels like the air has left her lungs.

she tries to piece herself back together because she was pretty sure she would never see, or hear from, jackson ever again in her life... and she doesn't want to look like she's about to splinter when she faces him. she fixes her hair. she fixes her makeup - and notes that she needs to travel to the station again soon, or ask the fairies to fashion her some more lipgloss, as she's running out - and then... she flips her locket open. )

Jackson?

nuada silverlance | hellboy ii | seelie

[folklorish]

Caer Glaem

[ He'd come, out of a sense of obligation and some small curiosity. How could the Tuatha have shards inside of them, invisible and unknown to even the great Danu Herself? He'd come to see if this place held any of his kind. To test the rumors that the gods had fled elsewhere during the war between Men and the sons of the Earth. Rumors and questions as yet unanswered.

Nuada is restless, so he does not sit in any one place for long, preferring to roam the Hall during the feast, or a myriad of corridors when he cannot abide so much festive noise. Easy to spot, he bears platinum-colored hair that hangs down his back, the tips deepening into a mellow gold due, and dark garments that contrast with the whiteness of his skin. He's also armed: two swords sheathed against his hips, although one looks more like a very short lance. ]

[curser]

[She'd come because she was told this was one of those times when new bodies were brought into the fairy land, when she might see those from home who might have been brought here. Diaval had been here, but he'd seemingly found his way back without her, something she thought was ludicrous. But perhaps they'd bring him back for her. Or maybe she'd find Aurora here. It was slim, but it was enough of a possibility that when these events happened, she would find herself back at the castle with ears and eyes searching for those familiar to her.

The pale one is a stranger to her, but he's a stranger to this land as well and yet she can tell that he is fair folk, like herself. Or maybe not quite so much like her, as she's seen there are many kinds of fae that can find their way here. He is a curiosity enough to draw her over to his direction and she finds herself trying to muddle out what exactly he is. When she finds she can't, it seems the direct route is the way to go, so she'll step up to him and speak.]

And what manner of fairy are you?

Tristran Thorn | Stardust | Seelie

[half_faerie]

01. Seelie Feast)
[Tristran Thorn looks decidedly, utterly out of place at the feast. He's certain there were feasts and castles and grand occasions in the Faerie he had just left, but he had never been to any of them. And there were feasts and reasonably grand occasions in Wall as well, but this rather left those sorts of affairs looking shabby by comparison. Compared to the guests in attendance, Tristran was left looking rather shabby too.

So he stood in what he hoped was a somewhat inconspicuous corner, watching the crowd, trying not to get in anyone's way, and hoping, always hoping, to catch a glimpse of a girl that glittered like starlight.]

03. Locket)
I'm afraid there has been some mistake.

[Someone explained the locket to Tristran, but only the very basics of its operation managed to sink in. Consequentially, he is accidentally holding it upside down.]

I have to get back, you see. There was a quest, and a star, and... [He yawns, dragging his scarred and burnt hand back through his hair.] ...and I'm relatively certain I was a dormouse not long ago. If anyone could tell me precisely what is going on I would be very grateful.

locket

[liven]

[ She wasn't going to respond to that at ALL but wow there was something interesting. Have a white-haired girl peering at her own locket, face a little too close to it for comfort. She's not blinking at all. ]

Go back to being a dormouse.

[ then let her either chase or eat you. one of the two.

...that's absolutely the part that interested her the most, yes. ]

Ford Prefect | The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy | Unseelie

[playstolose]

03. Locket
[The angle is odd, but if his unseen audience were to tilt their heads, squint and then perhaps call a good ophthalmologist, it becomes clear that the locket is focused (mostly) on what appears to be a ginger haired man, flopped bonelessly on top of a boulder and staring at the array of dead bits of tech lying in front of him. It's a veritable graveyard of science with no one present to mourn but himself.]

Belgium.

[Although only mere minutes after his arrival, Ford already has alcohol in hand. He takes long pulls from the flask in between poking at the locket, switching to poking at his Sub-Etha Sens-O-Matic, switching to the locket again, etc, and getting more perturbed by the moment. The alcohol helps though. A little.]

Hello. [He addresses the locket head on now, giving one of his biggest, brightest smiles to the public as a sign of good faith. But even across a magic locket screen there is enough to leave the unsettling impression of teeth in the dark that made ape ancestors think twice about that whole coming down from the trees business.] My name is Ford Prefect. Did you know that you're currently living in some sort of technology related anomaly? The Sub-Etha hasn't been this dead in ages. I could be stranded here. Or I could just have gone mad again, though normally I like to give myself some warning beforehand. So.

[He hasn't blinked once since the locket came on.]

You guys sass any hoopy parties?

Nill | Dogs: Bullets and Carnage | Seelie

[pennae]

Feast!

[ Nill is certainly lost and confused, to say the least. Everything here is so vastly different from back home and she's not sure where to start. At first she hovers around the banquet looking apprehensive and unsure, but not afraid and certainly innocent enough. Maybe a few kind words of guidance could help her out? As the night wears on she gets more comfortable and starts to relax, wandering around and eating bits of this and that, drifting near groups of people but not trying to join in any of the conversations. By the end of the night Nill is sitting in a chair at the edge of the room, out of the way, and starting to nod off. She's not quite sure where to go sleep, but a chair certainly isn't the worst place she's used as a bed, so she seems to be alright with how her head is drooping. ]

[orcsurfing]

[ A shadow appears at his side suddenly, yet so bright it is that Legolas cannot quite help but smile and break off from the conversation himself; not too visibly to start with, simply he stops paying attention and all his focus shifts. At first it's only a sideways curious glance (only briefly flickering to the wings on her back, strange yet not the strangest), no more than that, lips curled into a grin, observing and listening on in the manner she is. Then, finally, he turns to face the silent company fully. ]

Greetings, little one.

[ Most polite of the greetings, with a small bow coming from the prince himself. And a prince he does look, in long, silver robes, intricately decorated with woven patterns, a thick braid falling over his shoulder. Along the bow, he offers a warm smile and ever curious the look. ]

elizabeth middleford | kuroshitsuji/black butler | seelie

[dressup]

[1.]

[Elizabeth has read several fairytales and stories on things so whimsical and magical that shouldn't be real. Now, it is real. A bit rude that she got taken from one party and placed in another, but she greeted the fairies that greeted her, absolutely going to be on her best behavior for being sent away into a party of strangers. There is some things that she isn't fully sure about, but the young lady does try her best to enjoy the party and not think of the awful side of the situation.

She mingles and smiles, but clearly other things are on her mind. If she's here, then people she knows would be here maybe?]

Excuse me! I apologize if I disturb you, but may I ask you a question?

[2.]

[What a strange train station. It looks... so different compared to London. No matter, because Elizabeth did decorate one of the patio tables into a small tea party. Hey, there are extra cups, seats and enough snacks for everyone. Anyone is welcome to join her and hey, can't go wrong with free tea and snacks. And spit free fairy coffee.]

2

[liven]

[ ...Snacks. Set up for humans. Shijima watches Elizabeth for a while, but not as the white-haired little girl. For maybe thirty minutes there's just a white cat, a fair distance away, watching. It doesn't seem like the human girl with the fun-to-bat ringlets has anyone planned to come.

The snacks will go to waste, at this rate. The cat disappears, and a little while later a very short girl with hair the same color as the cat's fur reappears. She has made certain to get dressed, and she's slouching horribly as she slinks over to the table, hunched forward in an odd way, as though she doesn't walk straight-backed much at all, if ever.

...How to get herself invited to sit down. She will just stand there and stare at Elizabeth and see if that has any effect. It occasionally gets her fed as a cat, clearly it...should translate to getting her fed as a human????? Sorry, Lizzy. ]

Rose Lalonde || Homestuck || Unseelie.

[enyrjjies]

Your name is ROSE.

You have a variety of INTERESTS, though they have been difficult to pursue to their fullest extent on a REMOTE METEOR CASCADING THROUGH SPACE. You enjoy creative writing and the SOMEWHAT DUBIOUS plot devices it often employs, the most recent of which appears to be a dramatic genre shift into high fantasy.

Holy shit.

-

a.) [ LYRICS TO POMPEII SOFTLY IN THE DISTANCE ]: Drabkeeper’s Castle.

Smoking ruins aren’t new to Rose, but she’s getting a bit tired of the aesthetic.

Whatever came through here wasn’t recent, but it was big enough to leave a mark. Rose touches down lightly, the tips of her soles hovering just above the blasted ground. She kicks idly at a rock, watching it skitter down into the bowl of the crater.

“Hm.”

Hm in-fucking-deed. Experimentally, she reaches down for a larger pebble, hefts it, and then wings it wildly into the distance —

— Ow! What the hell just hit you?

-

b.) INVESTIGATING THE NATIVE FAUNA: Locket.

As instantaneous, surprise trans-teleportations go, this is rapturous delight. Ineffable delicacy in the otherwise amorphous stratum of my life’s present chronology. A glass of sweet ambrosia from the fountain of metaphor.

I am left with one question: Do unicorns usually eat deer?

a is for aaaaugh.

[tendencytobite]

[Nice throw! Sadly, the recipient doesn't seem to have appreciated it as richly as it should have been. He whirls around, visibly bristling, teeth bared.]

Hey! Who thinks they're funny? Huh? HUH, punk?

Asch the Bloody | Tales of the Abyss | Court Undecided

[notyourluke]

01 Arrival: Green eyes lower on the glass placed in front of him, and then up to the people within the surrounding area. He's greeted with cheers of delight and smiling faces as they all go about the feast. But he had very little interest in the food, the drink, or the entertainment they attempted to force on him to ease his worries.

Like forgetting his own death was going to be so simple.

Idly he placed a hand over the area where one of three swords had entered his body. He could still feel the blade entering his flesh and the numbing sensation that crawled across his body before everything had gone black. His eyebrows tense and he excuses himself from the table, royal mannerisms still ingrained even after all these years, before moving out into a hopefully quieter area.

Asch didn't care where he ended up, just so long as he was away from the crowd and these people and got a chance to wrap his head around all of this. He had been brought back to life, healed but still under the risk of death, with the only way to avoid his fate was to fight once more.

A gloved hand runs through his striking red hair as he releases a soft sigh before leaning against a wall and attempting to merge in with the surroundings. Avoiding eye contact with everyone that passed by and keeping conversations small and concise, making it overly obvious he had no interest in discussion.

He just wanted to be alone.

03 Locket Post: Video

[The screen turns on and a rather serious, yet curious, face appears. His jade eyes blink gently, deep in thought.]

So it actually works.

[He’ll study the locket more later, perhaps try to uncover the secrets behind the technology or its hidden purpose. Certainly it would make more sense to only be allowed to contact those within their own court rather than have access to everyone.]

It seems I am once again cast into the tide of battle. To those that will be my ally, I promise to do my utmost and change this tide of war to our favor. And if you doubt my capability I am very willing to prove my worth, whether during a battle or a bout of our own.

And to those that are my enemy…

[Those eyes sharpen drastically, darkening in color while still glinting against the light like a blade held to battle.]

I will show no mercy, so if you do not wish to fight, avoid me at all costs.

locket!

[noirant]

That's quite the speech, darling. [ Felix waves an idle hand, peering in at the screen. What a curious-looking fellow, and so deathly serious. ] And so hasty to make enemies -- not terribly good at parties, are you? No matter. A soldier by trade?

Padmé Amidala | Star Wars | Seelie

[diplomaticsolutions]

[a]
[She could not say she was exactly pleased about what had happened, although it was hard to read that on Padmé's face. Her time as Queen and later as Senator had allowed her to gain some skills in keeping what she really thought from her countenance. This would be one of those times.

Still, as she worked her way through the crowd, curious and watchful, her mind did turn over everything that had happened. It wasn't the first feast that she had ever attended. Yet, it was the first feast she had attended where she had not accepted an invitation. Even after everything she had been told, there was still an air of disbelief. Padmé couldn't deny being kidnapped and dumped in to a sack- not exactly her finest moment, but she was uninjured, if a bit ruffled. The white dress wasn't quite as pristine as it once had been, but it was still a testemant that where she had been had been real.

She paused though, near one of the corners of the room, one that allowed her a good vantage point. If Ani were here... Well, she found find him, or he would fine her. Until then, she had to keep her wits about her. It wouldn't be the first tough situation she had found herself in, and it certainly wasn't going to be the last.]

Someone should define the meaning of diplomacy to those in charge... [She uttered under her breath.]

[b]
[The Station. It wasn't like any station that Padmé had ever visited, but much of this place was quite different from what she was used to. Still, she had heard tell that it was a place to visit, that it gave a slice of home. Yet, as she worked through the space, she wondered just what home it was supposed to be.

She paused though, in front of one of the devices. There was plenty of technology that Padmé was familiar with, and while she knew it was some sort of a machine, its exact purpose wasn't known to her.]

An internet? [Perhaps later... She let her eyes slowly slip away from the boxy device. There was still so much to learn, and she couldn't say that part of it wasn't frustrating. She had been uprooted, and she hadn't even found anyone she knew. Then again, she wasn't certain if that was a bad thing.

Her brows furrowed, musing, as she finished making a sweep of the area.] Not even an astromech or any other kind of droid...

B | Hey dead future mom-in-law

[wallhanging]

This place is more backwater than the edges Rim; you aren't going to find anything familiar here.

[ Han had stopped at the Station to supply, honestly, and remind himself that his blaster was an actual, functioning weapon in some parts of the universe, and to make sure he wasn't getting any slower because he'd started relying on blades. And maybe even the damned lightsaber he'd been dumped with and still has no idea (or desire to learn) how to use.

The clothing and hair, at least, had been slightly old fashioned, but definitely familiar, something that just screamed Galactic Chic. (Well, more honestly stuffy senator robes. And that hairdo.) So Han is going to take a gamble. ]

Vykk Draygo, from Corellia. Welcome to, at best, the ass-backward edges of the Unknown Regions. [ Han gives a half-sarcastic bow, and double checks that the damned lightsaber is in his bag, and not visible on his person. Can't be too careful in these Imperial Days. ] Honestly, I'm leaning towards different galaxy entirely, but how they managed to swing that without hyperdrive tech or any conceivable method of bypassing the barrier at the galaxy edges, so. [ He shrugs, and leans against one of support pillars. ]

And who might you be?

shijima kurookano | nabari no ou | unseelie

[liven]

unseelie feast;

[ Shijima isn't...paying too much attention to the feast itself. Yes, she may have swiped some cooked fish - though she wrinkles her nose, because it would be better raw - to nibble on. But mostly she's lurking, crouched in corners or peering over the tops of the tables from a low crouch or looking under the tables. She hasn't armed herself at all with anything Unseelie has to offer nor changed into any of their clothes, but wanders around instead in the black long-sleeved shirt under the pink beribboned dress that Kouichi had picked out for her. It's too much trouble to change now, when she's busy with other things.

She's clearly looking for something, and whenever she spots an imp, she'll stare unblinking, eyes glinting yellow. Sniff the air...but if it's not one of the right ones she'll take up the search again, caring not at all for anyone who happens to wander into the middle of it. They're nasty little things, aren't they? The little beasties that dragged them there. If she finally manages to spot one her nose recognizes, Shijima won't stop staring, crouched behind whatever's handy - be it another person or a chair - and giving the impression that she might pounce, catlike, at any moment. ]

Shall I eat it? Hm. I might get a stomach ache. [ But she's holding a grudge, so she's clearly considering the eating...or at least the pouncing. It's probably a terrible idea. Stop harassing the natives, Shijima. Go eat more fish. She can be caught in the middle of her search, as well, or when stealing fish from other people's plates rather than just getting one of her own. ...And if she's not caught the first time with someone's food, she might just keep targeting them. Getting her own plate is apparently not an option. At all. ]

the station;

[ There are rooftops, and Shijima prefers them. She prefers to be high up when she can be, because it gives her a better view of things. And climbing is a thing she's always liked to do, even before she took to wearing this form more than her other one. It's kind of irritating, but this is the form that's needed to talk to humans. And all these other things. At least this place, frustrating as it is, is not boring. Not entirely. There are so many types of people to watch. And be curious about. There's a lot to learn.

...Though right now she's just lazing on the edge of a roof, chin on her crossed arms, as she half-dozes in the middle of the day, eyes barely open. Those half-lidded eyes will fly open if someone pauses beneath the roof Shijima is lounging on, though, and she'll yawn. ]

Can it be called a station? There are no trains coming or going, so it is not the thing it's meant to be any longer. Its purpose was stolen from it. Wasn't it? [ And say...that. Okay. She will then stare until she gets a response to that odd way of saying hello. What do you think, strange person? Entertain her. ]

feast; omfg shijima

[alikeness]

[ connor's not sure why he's at the feast when he hadn't even liked the last one, but the prospect of seeing familiar faces from home was an attractive one -- and more than enough to convince him to head down and suffer through another festive atmosphere. this time, he actually gets a plate of food (paranoia about magical enchantments aside), but soon realizes that certain items are mysteriously disappearing. specifically, the fish. ]

[ this is just the sort of thing the imps would do!!! and so he watches and waits with a wrinkle between his brow, setting his plate down at a remote corner of the table. his hand snaps out when he sees hers move towards his plate, with the purpose of grabbing her wrist. but whether or not he succeeds, he'll grumble out a warning -- ]

Get your own.

Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier | Captain America: The Winter Soldier | Unseelie

[wipedclean]

01. Unseelie Feast

[Even if he were inclined to have a good time, he's too busy being distracted by the fact his arm won't move. He's done everything he can think of, but the metal prosthetic is simply a dead weight at his side, big and heavy and unwieldy, and there's nothing he can do.

He's been told where he is and why. He'd have trouble believing it, but it's happening.

Well. The best he can do for the moment is observe. Observe, learn, and figure out if there's a way out of here.

But if there's a way out, does he really even want to take it? He barely even knows who he is, it almost hardly makes a difference where he is.

Regardless, that's a consideration for later. For now, he stands at the edges of the feast, his metal arm cradled in his natural arm in front of him as he watches everything around him.]

02. The Station

[His arm works here, and that's all that really matters.

No, that's not true. It matters that this place is completely... out of place here, even though it feels much more natural to him than the rest of this whole world. It's a reminder of what he's been taken from, what he needs to find, what he needs to learn, things he's almost forgotten in the midst of the strangeness of the rest of this place.

He stands in a dark corner, working his metal arm, moving it around, stretching sore muscles aching from how he's had to carry around a massive dead weight at his side.

Once he's moving properly again, he pulls out a knife and goes through a few practice motions, slowly at first, then faster and faster until he suddenly stops, nodding, satisfied.]

2!

[starspangled]

[It's been awhile since Steve was last at the Station, halfway through a long journey then, before the fairy rings made travel a lot easier. He's returning now to try and repay a certain store, because that was the condition he gave Bucky before he stole borrowed a fresh set of clothes for the both of them.

He should probably come more often, because Steve knows that things are more familiar to him too here. He just has trouble saying it. Truth is, he feels a little out of place no matter where he is, and it turns out that things aren't even so different from one world to the next. He's just traded one battle for another.

Steve's noting the crowd casually, towering over most of them as he moves through. But there's a man in the corner who's about the same size that he is, a man with a knife and a metal arm-]

Bucky.

[He stops dead in his tracks, posture tense. Steve's been waiting for this moment, even expecting it after he left this world and found himself brought right back again. He assumed the same would happen when Bucky vanished. So Steve's been waiting, preparing himself for it and the changes that would surely happen to his friend.

And now that it's happening, he doesn't feel prepared at all.]

Emil Castagnier | Tales of Symphonia: DotNW | Seelie

[aureinsof]

[02]

[Actually this isn't a touch of home. The court was a little like Meltokio but this place is really something else. Someone left their iPad out - maybe it's borrowed? Maybe it's yours? - and Emil is currently distracted by some touch screen game.

He doesn't seem to notice the fairies putting glittery bows in his hair. Stop the poor boy from getting too embarrassed.]


[03]

[Emil can easily be found at The Barrel, trying to talking to Seelie and Unseelie alike to get a better idea of the conflict. He'll definitely stop anyone to talk about it, so go ahead and assume he stopped you! He's also looking for a girl named Marta.

Alternately!

Pick any of the beautiful forests and you'll find Emil there. He isn't sure where he's going but exploring seemed like a good idea. He hasn't run into any monsters yet, either! Lucky him. But really he's just trying to find a way out of this place.]

still screaming btw ALSO 3

[idealistic]

[ greetings friend! wherever there happens to be a Lloyd, there's also a Noishe, and Lloyd just so happened to be in the area that Emil is in. not anywhere immediately nearby though, since all that can be seen is trees, but that doesn't stop a certain white and green canine poking out of the trees somewhere behind Emil!

he sits, whining in order to get his attention. he remembers you! what are you doing here by yourself, friend? ]

merlin | mary stewart's arthurian saga series | unseelie

[kingmaking]

[ on one hand, a part of him is a little annoyed. he has plans, things that need to be done now that the boy's been born. on the other, well.. it isn't as if he's on a strict timeline right now. arturus is an infant, he's where he needs to be at the moment, and in truth, merlin can probably just wait without much changing.

and anyway, hasn't he always searched for answers about himself? this would be a good place to start. even if he's not the son of an incubus, as many had thought in his childhood, there's something strange about him, something different. and while these folk are not his gods, necessarily, he's nevertheless always been open-minded and willing to learn.

.. still, did this world have to be populated with giants? accustomed as he is to folk of roughly his height or a little taller, he feels a little overwhelmed with so much going on above his head. not to mention that he's a hermit for a reason. he'd served his father faithfully, and had even learned to enjoy it to some degree, but he's never been overly social, and had only withdrawn more and more since ambrosius had died.

with that said, he's frowning faintly as he eases his way through the crowd, searching for a quieter spot he can catch his breath. --at least, until someone who isn't paying attention knocks into him, which sets him off-balance, and ends with him falling into someone else. so, whoever you are (you poor bastard), have a rather dainty young man (of smaller than five feet) with tangled dark hair and dressed in tunic, leggings and boots, and a heavy cloak (pinned with what looks to be a red dragon). he's cursing under his breath as he untangles himself, then glances up, strange, uncomfortably piercing dark eyes apologetic. ]

My apologies, some people should truly watch where they're going.


[ ooc; or feel free to make your own scenario. c: ]

[gordianknots]

Apologies!

[Waver's more than a little surprised to have knocked into someone while gesturing widely during a conversation about political nonsense in a place other than the Drabwurld. At the very least, his words are sincere, and he immediately dismisses conversation in order to offer a hand up.]

I didn't see anyone coming or realize how damn narrow the passageway here was.

shinjiro aragaki | persona 3 | unseelie

[heavyaxe]

( feast )

[he didn't expect to wake up at all, let alone in some imp castle. he was supposed to be dead. he checks for a bullet hole in his coat, just to be sure that he was definitely shot. he'd have to fix that later. he didn't like the crowd, didn't even touch the food until he watched a few others dig into it and end up being fine. it looked good, and it wasn't junk, so he grabbed a napkin full before ducking out of the feast and into the halls.

he maybe, maybe lingers by the door to check if any other SEES members are around, but from the looks of it, he guesses not. he doesn't have time to stick around some party, anyway. he needs to find a way out and fast; he doesn't belong here.]

( station )

[bye felicia. he's out. he'd rather stick around the station than some castle. he doesn't want to be associated with a war and a queen and king he doesn't owe jack to; he's better off without them. if there's any place he has a better chance of gathering information from, it's here. he liked the familiarity of it, too- technology, vending machines, things that were more homely than not.

he helps himself to the food, has a nice meal before settling down on one of the couches. he naps, for a little bit, his beanie tugged partially over his eyes. later, he grabs a cup of tea and fiddles around on the locket, trying to gather as much information as possible.]

station!

[orcsurfing]

[ At the Station Legolas dresses in the clothing provided there, rather than the leathers. But even such efforts do not exactly help him blend in much, so out of place a long, tunic-like hoodie, the modern leggings and the heavy boots look on him. Or so out of place he looks at the Station. Fair face, pointy ears and long (long, thank you Fili) hair, all of it braided and resting over a shoulder.

But even so, unfamiliar and strange as it may be, the Station is quite entertaining to visit every so often. A lot of new folk from both court come here to settle and it's good for making connections.

Currently leaning over a prone form of a child of the Men sprawled over a couch, concerned frown in place. ]

Are you well?

[ There are rooms available for all, why would anyone choose to rest out here if they were well? #elflogictomakeshithappen ]

Sharpay Evans ♥ High School Musical ♥ So Unseelie it hurts

[fabulosa]

Network Post:

[Oh. My. God. This place was beyond messed up. Seriously, why? Just why. She's not even gonna tuck on the serious lack of amenities in her room and the castle. Who doesn't have a day spa? But that's not as cruel as the current dilemma she's facing.

With a sigh, she figures she should suck it up and use the stupid locket to see who else might be here.]

So... Clothes. How do I get more that aren't craptastic? Seriously, what does this place have against quality fabrics? If I put what's hiding in that closet thing on my body, it will legit cry.

[She pulls out a pink wallet from her purse, holding the locket back slightly as the plastic strip holding the cards tumbles out to show just how many credit cards she had including a black American Express card.]

Money's not an issue. So just tell me who I need to talk to in order to get this moving. Bonus for designer brands. K, thanks - bye!

[Have a fake smile to go with the fake peppiness of that last sentence and a little blown kiss before she closes the locket.]

The Station:

[Getting here had been more than a little bit of a pain in the ass, but she'd managed - having bribed some of the imps to help her 'recycle' some of the outfits to put together something that might pass as survivable here. She'd heard about this place, having almost died thanks to not being able to use her emergency straightener that she had with her at all times.

Barreling through the door in a way that was seemingly unique to Sharpay, she makes a point to ignore anything and everyone until she's plugged in the hot pink device, giving a satisfied little sound when the light starts blinking at her.]

Glad to see something around here isn't straight out of a horror movie.

Wildcard:

Choose your own sparkly Sharpay filled adventure!

network;

[choreographics]

[...s i g h]

Did you know that at least 50% of the population here doesn't even know what a credit card is?

[Somehow that seems like the safer topic than "what the actual fuck are you doing here?"]

Richard Coeur de Lion | The Lion in Winter | Unseelie

[unnatural_animal]

01. Feast
[Richard the Lionheart, Prince of England, Duke of Aquitaine and Count of Poitou is unimpressed and he fully looks it. He had been abducted from his father's own castle. He had been impressed into someone else's war. He had been told he owed his allegiance to a set of monarchs previously unknown to him. And it was apparently beyond his power to do anything about it.

The feeling of powerlessness sits uneasily upon him and he paces the feast restlessly, his motions resembling nothing so much as a caged big cat, ill at ease and ready to lash out at the slightest provocation. There is a goblet of wine in his hand, but even that does not help and he frowns each time he drinks it, comparing it in vain to the wines of his home. Eventually he pauses, leveling a glare in the direction of the hall's musicians.]

That singer ought to be flogged.

[He looks only moments away from taking care of it himself.]

This place already looks like a tomb, must it sound like a funeral as well?

03. Wildcard
[insert interesting things here]

[noirant]

“A touch harsh, darling,” Felix drawls, glancing over from across the table. He appears to have been in conversation with a hawk-headed woman, who turns back to her plate at the interruption, beginning to snap up roast dormice. “In these days of ethical punishment, such crimes against ambiance are only met by stoning.”

He flashes a grin. If Richard wants to be in a poor mood, that’s his own business — but there are only so many times Felix can talk about nests and wind currents before he needs a break. Richard, at least, looks pretty fully human.

“Of course, then we really would have a funeral. Dreary, but perhaps the wake would be worth watching. You're new?"

leia organa | star wars | seelie

[upbringings]

02. THE STATION.
[ leia wasn't quite sure what to make of all this. some of the items, while looked familiar, weren't completely recognizable. One thing was for sure, she wasn't in space anymore. Whatever and wherever Drabwurld was, there didn't seem to be any way that she could contact the others. Already being part of a war back home, it seemed unruly that she had to come and fight one that was not her own. If the situation was different, she would leap at the chance of helping someone else.

At the word station, Leia had expected it to more what she was accustom too. Droids and other automatics around to help her. This was not the case. One can find her wandering around it with a rather unimpressed face. There was a chance that perhaps she could find some use in the technology that was currently available to her. Those back home would be worried at her sudden departure, after all. ]

03. WILDCARD.
[ think of your own situation with the princess! ]

02 | your worshipfulness is gonna break han's heart by being in the wrong court | ;D

[wallhanging]

Well, well, well, if it isn't her royal highness in the flesh. [ Han's honestly smiling face and the relief he can't hide in his voice soften the sarcasm in his words, and he can't help but relax, slightly, to see that Leia is all right. Or, at least as all right as this ass-backwater place could qualify as 'all right'. Still better than in Imperial clutches, which was where she'd been when he'd been literally sacked and kidnapped off Bespin. Much better than Imperial Clutches.

He hopes. ]

I hope your journey wasn't too full of bumps.