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!

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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?

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.]

[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.

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. ]

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: ]

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.]

[inyourfavor]

Damn straight it's magnificent. She spent like three hours on it this morning and would probably really enjoy standing out in New York. Effie looks at the woman who has spoken. Hmm. She's rather plain but has potential.

"Horses?" There is a snort, not at all concealed. "Do I look as though I could sit astride in this skirt?"

It's a green pencil skirt with violent ruffles.

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?

[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.

[tintalle]

[ she should be wary, perhaps, because in the world she calls home, dragons are dark, greedy, cruel creatures. but the eyes and the face that find her this time are not dark, and she finds herself smiling warmly into that gaze. ]

You are lovely. [ gentle and honest, as galaxies bloom and fade in the fabric of her clothing, in the fall of her hair, in the deep of her own eyes. ] .. And I fear that these are not my stars. [ she tilts her chin up, staring up into the night sky, fingers lacing together. ] Still, they are stars. 'Tis enough for now.

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. ]

[niffin]

“You can do anything if you put your mind to it,” She smiles, a little crookedly. “At least, that’s what televison taught me.”

She hesitates, the page lowering again. After a moment of what seems to be consideration, she sets it aside entirely, moving to stand. Alice can think of quicker ways to get from here to there, but it’s nothing she wants to try right now, and she doubts it would get Effie anywhere she feels worth going.

So might as well ask. It's only polite:

“Where is it you want to get to?"

Home, at a guess, out of here, for number two. But for all she knows, Effie's looking for the North Pole.

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[sangilak]

[ whipping her head around, korra's cheek bulges with a half-eaten leg of chicken that she's been gnawing on.

well, that's certainly attractive. swallow your food first, korra, then you can talk. ]

Uh, yeah! Sure, I don't mind!

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!

we love traumatizing feanorians

[tintalle]

[ for a moment, she allows him, grief filling her heart. she wants to reach out to him, to take him in her arms and allow him solace. but.. ah, things are so much more complicated than that, aren't they?

without turning, she hums out a melodic, musing noise. ]

.. Will you flee from me, Makalaure? [ she glances over her shoulder, gaze finding him unerringly in the semi-darkness, white skin glowing gently like the stars that are her domain. ]

[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?

[kingmaking]

[ he blinks at the immediate apology, glancing to the hand, then back up to the stranger's face, before hesitantly accepting the help up. dusting himself off, he offers a rueful smile. ]

Ah, well, I suppose that--given that you all appear to be enormous here-- [ which is a little exaggerated. he has seen some fairly reasonably sized people, he's just being dramatic. ] --it only makes sense that I'm a bit more difficult to see.

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]

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! ]

[half_faerie]

I don't think I can. There was an old woman [He doesn't want to say she was probably a witch. It seems rude to call her that to a stranger, even if it is true.] and she turned me into one. I don't know how I changed back.

David "Dave" Stutler | The Sorcerer's Apprentice | Seelie

[dragonring]

1. The Seelie Feast

[It takes him a bit to calm down, thinking this whole mess is his fault after some mistake he made with a spell. Thankfully the fairies are patient, and so are the castle workers he asks questions to. In fact, they aren't only patient, they're also very, very respectful when they notice the room he's coming from.

Dave isn't used to being treated like this.

He's not complaining, of course, it's just... weird. He shouldn't be surprised after everything that happened just some days ago in his own world, and he realizes the shock goes away faster than he'd expect. No point in denying it, since he discovered his powers he's wondered about the possibility of multiple universes and traveling between them.

Flashbacks of tabletop afternoons in high school come to his mind as he walks through the castle towards the great hall, making sure his dragon ring isn't missing from his finger. Even if he technically doesn't need it anymore, he can't let go of it, it makes him feel a little bit safer. But should he use his powers in the first place? He doesn't like the sound of "war", and he wants to be part of one even less.

When Dave finally finds the feast, he can't help groaning. Of course it's a bit of a party, what was he expecting? The thing is, he isn't good with parties. Especially when he's wearing clothes that make him stand out so much. Hell, he's even still carrying his college satchel! Great.]

This can't be happening, this can't be happening. [He rubs his face as he speaks.] I wonder what are the chances of losing my head if I just... avoid this whole thing. [He's kinda hungry though.]

3. The Seelie Library (day after the feast)

[Ink and quills available? Don't mind him if he takes some. Dave's changed his clothes to fit the setting, he's not about to take out a pen and put attention on himself again. He's obviously more relaxed now, partly because of a good night of sleep, partly because that's just the effect the library has on him.

He goes through books quite quickly at first, writing down everything he may find useful, but it slows down a lot as time passes - less notes are taken too. Most of the stuff here is poetry and history, not precisely his areas of expertise. At least the bestiary books are more interesting, but still, he can't help the constant glances he sends towards the forbidden section.]

I wonder...

[liven]

Have you tried thinking mouseish thoughts?

[ Continues to...stare at him..................surely if she does this long enough he will proceed to give in and go back to being a mouse instead of a human. ]

Granny me will be the old woman. Now change.

[ She's apparently really into mice. ]

[gordianknots]

At the risk of sounding condescending, I do recall being about your size and having the same problem - making me doubly apologetic about the whole sense.

[Waver makes a point of maneuvering a little to his right, so that any further dusting off can also be done quite out of the way.]

we do

[bythewaves]

[ he stills, automatically obedient when she calls him - he followed his father into doom but he never stopped loving them, but all he can manage when she looks at him is ]

Makalaure died a long time ago Lady.

[ He cannot meet her eyes ]

[half_faerie]

[A pause before he speaks again, more from trying to figure out just how to respond than any sense of being uncomfortable. He was in Faerie for so long that the prolonged staring hardly strikes him as odd.] I'm not certain it works like that.