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

[noldorin]

I would offer a welcome to one I have not set eyes on in almost three thousand years. Be forewarned, your deeds are not forgiven, nor are they forgotten. Yet - this is a strange place and I deem the will of Illuvatar is not often understood by his children.

[ If it ever understood by those not counted among the Powers. ]

You cast away a Silmaril freely? We heard rumors of a star in the water, but ...

[hercruelhand]

"Though I wasn't alone in the enjoyment," she agreed, tones near to teasing now, her smile growing as she neatly spun, what parts of her long hair left loose spraying about her in a radiant curtain before she pressed tightly close, breath warm on her own fingertips while she looked up at him. "Even my skill couldn't tame you, in the end."

[rangerandking]

Not to me. {And his words prove true once he hears the name. The Ereinion? Gil-Galad?} One of legends.

{His voice is breathless as he slowly sits down again. Carefully, he pours the Elf a goblet of wine, holding it out respectfully.}

My ancestors were the survivors. I am of the line of Elendil; the last of his line.

[cagedinflesh]

That is rather sound advice, yes. I believe I'll take it upon myself to listen, in fact.

[It's the much more polite way to say 'well duh'. He even takes another step back, to give himself space to bend into a brief bow.]

Truly, it is terribly crowded in here, I've been occupied in keeping myself from being an obstruction in all directions. You might find less trouble without your armour?

[depicted]

[Dorian mutters under his breath] I don't much see what sense has to do with this device at all. [But immediately he thinks he shouldn't have, and he flushes a little.] I mean—no doubt you're entirely right. I shall—I'll inquire with—but I can't ask the person who gave this to me, he will see I have broken it.

[He looks up to her in hope.] Have you seen anyone else with an object like this? One who seems comfortable with its use?

Obviously now Han need to start selling signed pictures

[dragonring]

...these dreams were more fun when you and Chewie picked me up for adventures and the words of wisdom were left for Yoda.

[Not even his high school fantasies work like they're supposed to in this world, how weird is that? He stands up from his spot at the base of the coil, rubbing his eyes and taking a gulp of water from a plastic bottle he has at hand.

After going pinching himself with a bit of magic current, he's ready to leave the spot for a food break... except one detail stops him on his tracks.]

You're still here. [He sounds genuinely surprised at that. After testing his senses again and seeing the fairies already left, his mind slowly reaches the only possible conclusion, which makes him gasp and drop the water bottle.] ...oh my god, oh my god, please don't tell me I just was a sarcastic ass to the actual Han Solo.

[withbite]

As a matter of fact, yes it is.

[Another swig. Of course it was hilarious. There was a king of England here. All they needed was that round-table guy and his wizard to round it out.]

Though, I'm not sure if it's funnier that you're here or that you're in this court.

[theywhowait]

Things they do not want us to know are dangerous too, if in a slightly different fashion. I would doubt they keep such material in their own castle, but perhaps there are things that have been forgotten - it would not be the first time such things have happened.

[ Faramir smiles back ]

Well met, David Stutler! I suppose we will both have to be unfamiliar with each other, for I have not heard of New York before either, alas. You are as new here as I then?

[prioritise]

[she sizes Dorian up and down, and then holds out her own device] Here. We will switch.

[hiddeninfidelity]

As you should.

[Mordred nodded in turn, a show of respect for a man smart enough to heed her advice without question. She would have shown a grander gesture, but being wrapped in an incredibly heavy suit of iron prevented her from moving at all fluidly.]

As crowded as it may be, I have my own reasons for remaining in this armor. It would be best for your sake not to pry.

[theywhowait]

Planet? [ He shakes his head ] Oh no, lady! Gondor is my home - the lands that gave me birth. If I understand Master Solo's lessons a-right, my planet would be... Arda, I think? Your pardon but I have had little exposure to such terms until now.

[ He nods solemnly ]

I would agree with you lady - I am a warrior, for that is what my country and my people required of me, but I fight only for their sake, and love not the blade beyond its use. It sits ill to know so little of the cause for which we are coaxed, even tricked, perhaps, here.

is that what we're calling it - trying

[diplomaticsolutions]

[She is no Jedi, has no abilities beyond those she was born with, yet that doesn't leave her quite defenseless. Whatever it is she is waiting for seems to pass and while those brown eyes don't exactly open up and reveal all, they aren't as perturbed at his appearance. The odds of running across another that knew of her galaxy... Padmé has learned quite a bit during that opening feast, enough to hear of places that she has no idea about.]

You are saying that no one, ever, leaves this place?

[She finds that hard to believe. If there is a will, there is a way... Although what way? Her thoughts turn, although she doesn't know enough about this place to work a way out, especially if there are no ships.]

Is there no way to contact, or is that technology lacking and limited to?

[While she can fly a ship, she cannot say that technology is her forte, and building or tinkering with any of the devices are beyond her means. Possibly beyond his too, but if he has been here that long, he might have picked up a thing or two. He seems the sort that might.

Ah, but that last part...]

It seems like it wouldn't matter if I did. [Anakin... Her husband. Yet not for that long. A few short days would be all they would have, and now it was cut even shorter. Hazarding him a look.] Have you run across any other from our galaxy, perchance?

[slugout]

Yeah, nope, that's fine! No need to punch. Uh. [ ... ] That kinda proves it... anyway... so...

[ long awkward pause. ]

Uh. Senpai, aren't you supposed to be... you know... [ vaguely gestures at all of shinji... ]

Will they sell better or worse than glitterstim spice, do you think?

[wallhanging]

[ Han is just going to stand here with a raised eyebrow and watch this kid. He's torn, honestly, between amusement and concern that apparently he ends up famous enough to star in dreams with Chewie and that guy Luke had been hallucinating with Kenobi's force spirit or whatever the hell it was out on Hoth.

Still, it's not like he has anything better to do than sit and wait until the kid finishes. He would like answers, and it isn't like he's on any sort of schedule.

The kid's sudden upset, however, makes Han's face shift to a smirk, and he spreads his arms out. ] In the flesh, kid. [ Who is Han kidding: this isn't concerning, this is kriffin' hilarious. ] You need anything?

[noldorin]

[ The elf's expression shifts from curiosity to grief and concern in the span of a second. He extends a hand, in case Aragorn needs assistance, and then crouches down next to his chair. Looming when one is over seven feet in height does not always help, when one is trying to be helpful. ]

Your ancestors? But I only -- Isildur is alive. We spoke not long before... [ Gil frowns, belatedly taking the cup with a murmured 'thank you' in Quenya. ] Before I came here. Forgive me, my lord. To know Elendil's line does continue is a great comfort.

He was my friend.

[bythewaves]

I would not want them to be. [ Maglor shrugs sadly ] Let us stand as a warning to others. And forgiveness would suggest that I deserve it.

I threw it away... yes. I was not... entirely in my right mind, you understand. But with Maedhros gone... [ a quiet helpless shrug ] It was meant to go to the sea, I think. I would have followed it, but I was stolen here instead.

[cagedinflesh]

I have no intent to pry, I assure you. Merely a suggestion. ...Try not to fall victim to heat stroke, at least, or if you do, find me again. I'll be the one blocking every path.

[He has a small laugh to himself, though, at the idea of a Servant succumbing to something like heat stroke.]

[inthrall]

A touch of awe comes into black eyes at the words. Earned it. Payment for work. That is how things ought to be, though seldom how it is.

"I have," he rasps, "though not from you. You give me payment for another's debt to put things right for me. When I extract payment from him, whether dead he be or no, I will return to you your share."

Pale lips stretch into a smile that seems wide for the hollowness of his face, and he sings again, softly.

"I'll gang and seek my quarters before that it grows dark
Jist when the guidman's sitting doon and new-hame frae his wark."

He reaches for a branch he set nearby to help support him.

"Tell me, stranger wit' your coin an' wit' your golden rings
If there's a place wi' cot an' bread to rest the man who sings
Ere to beggin' he must go, back to beggin' he must go?"

[unnatural_animal]

[Richard's 'highly unimpressed with you' face is back in full force.] If you know of some objection that I should have to this court, please let me know. Thus far I have found none beyond that noise that they deem music.

[Lies. He also dislikes the decor, the food, the wine, and most of the company. But someone raised in one of the most glittering, refined courts in Europe is apt to be so picky about such things.]

....but. didn't he condemn them to the Dark he doesn't get it

[bythewaves]

Yes lord. Maedhros is taken from his death - his last memory is of flame. Father from your Halls, he said, following those who promised him they would lead him to his sons. And Celegorm is from before his death entire.

[ a small helpless shrug, but worry now, as well. Mandos is supposedly a place of safety - if they steal fear without it's Lord's knowing... ]

[ a startled warmth at the compliment and Maglor ducks his head ]

I tried Lord. But they would not heed me, or Celegorm either. [ so he went to war again anyway ]

[depicted]

Would you—[Dorian offers the broken object to Jekyll as if Jekyll may magically figure it out if he holds it

And then he realizes he is being a terrible and ill-mannered boy and yanks it back.] I'm so sorry, I've forgotten myself. My name is—I'm Dorian Gray. [He extends his hand to Jekyll.] It is my pleasure to meet you.

[heavyaxe]

What, dead?

[he shrugs, peering down at the bullet hole in his coat. he isn't too keen on the subject, so he moves on.]

Yeah. Wasn't too sure I was even alive until I heard other people were going through the same thing. Turns out this has been going on for months, almost a year. Nobody knows what the Dark Hour is.

[mines_bigger]

"Ahh, but you wouldn't want me tamed, not really." He pulled her in close, arm curling over the slim form of her waist, her lithe form flush to his large frame. He leaned in, stealing the scent of her hair before purring softly into her ear. "You can have any lapdog you please. But I know what you truly want if a wolf to call your own."

[withbite]

[Someone obviously needed to spend a lot more time in dungeons to appreciate the finer things in life. Like freedom. And fresh air. And bloo-- no, probably not that. Well, Damon would appreciate it for him.]

Stick around. You'll figure it out soon enough.

Spoiler alert - we're the bad guys.

[rangerandking]

{It is not often that Aragorn finds one that towers over him. The Elves are the only race - aside from Trolls and Ents - that have managed to do so since he stands at a lofty (for a Man) 6'6". Even so he appreciates the effort, his expression softening.

The story of his ancestors is one of triumph and grief.}

I am Isildur's heir. {Those words are spoken quietly but with acceptance. He runs no longer.} A greater King Gondor has never known. Elendil was beloved by his people and he was the strength that led the Men and Elves into battle against Sauron.

He fell. {There is pain in his eyes. He knows the pain of loss and he regrets giving the Elf such sad news.} Isildur took up his blade and severed Sauron's hand from his body. By doing so, he came into possession of Sauron's Ring - the source of his power over the other races.