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

[kingmaking]

[ he glances up at him in brief disbelief, then abruptly laughs. ] You grew like a weed, then. Were you a child? [ he's having a hard time imagining children his height, but he supposes they must exist.

after a moment, he offers a polite little dip of his chin, not quite a bow. ] You can call me Merlin, by the way. [ there's a swift, slightly teasing grin. ] I suppose, since you apologized, I shall say that it's a pleasure to meet you.

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.]

[liven]

Mm. I suppose it might not.

[ A sigh. She'd been in the mood for mouse. ...Although he's not even in her court, so it would have done her no good. ]

Call me if you manage it again.

[ Don't call her if you manage it again. That would be dumb. ]

[tintalle]

[ she tuts quietly, crossing to him on silent feet and then reaching out, cool, nearly insubstantial hands curling around his. she almost looks dainty like this, in a strange world surrounded by strangers. ]

Now that is foolishness. [ her fingers press his own, face lifted to his, expression full of love and deep sadness. ] He has only been long lost, buried beneath centuries of sin and suffering. But I think.. with time, he can be recovered.

oh lordy give all the noldor a heart attack

[inafadingcrown]

[It's the sight of the stars that brings Galadriel out to the balcony. They aren't the stars she knows, true, but there's a bit of comfort in them all the same. The last person she expects to encounter there is the Starkindler herself.

For a long moment, Galadriel just stands still, frozen in shock and no small amount of awe. Eventually, though, she comes to herself enough to sink to her knees, as a vassal before her lord.]

My Lady.

[gordianknots]

I had a very odd growth spurt at age nineteen that I still haven't figured out.

[But at the name, Waver tries to suppress a reaction - nearly manages it too, save for his eyebrows shooting up.

There's two Lancelots from different worlds entirely here, Saber's not just a tiny king but one who's been through a very transformative Grail War, and now Merlin. And everyone but one of the Lancelots was in the Unseelie court. Good Lord.]

Lord El-Melloi II. It's good to meet you too, although you seemed to be in a hurry. I'd rather not delay you if that's the case.

Berserker | Fate/Prototype Fragments | Unseelie

[cagedinflesh]

Arrival

[One of them won't stand for being pranked. So when a fairy messes with his wine, Berserker grabs it by the wings. The sound that comes from him is practically a snarl, and his eyes flash from green to red. He squeezes, threatening to crush the fairy in his palm.

Please stop him before he starts a chain of violence.]

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I'm afraid a mistake has been made. As I understand it, it's the Seelie court which should seek my loyalty, and yet I have found myself among the Unseelie. I intend no offence to members of either court, nor disloyalty to the court I have been placed with, yet it is a perplexity. Simply put, I am left to wonder if this was indeed the intent and there has been no confusion, or if my own confusion is sound.

-Ah, yes, as for introductions, my name is Berserker, or has been of late. If that name holds meaning to you, I think it's important we speak. Perhaps more privately.

[bythewaves]

[ He flinches from her touch, so bright, so pure and his eyes frantically look anywhere but at hers. Small and fragile she may seem but Maglor knows better, can hear how they have trapped her ]

I... I do not... I do not think I... [ soft and broken ] Makalaure should stay dead, he was happy then. Maglor is only broken, now, I cannot... I do not deserve recovery.

Troy Bolton | HSM | Seelie

[basketballer]

network, video;

[Have a teenage boy who looks desperately confused but mildly impressed as he manages to get his magic locket working.]

Huh. Cool.

So, uh-- Hey, can anyone hear me through this? This is a dream, right? I mean, I'm kinda stressed about college tomorrow so I went to bed, like, super early, and I dream a lot when I do that. That's what's happening, right?

[He brandishes the cardboard cup he's holding.] This coffee is really good for dream coffee, though.

So... When do I wake up?

[half_faerie]

[Unfortunately Tristran can sometimes be very, very dumb. Also too trusting.]

I suppose I could, but it seems as though a locket such as this would be difficult for a dormouse to use, even during the short while when it is awake and not sleeping.

[wipedclean]

[He hears the footsteps before he hears the voice, and he knows both sounds. His memories are still fractured and disordered but that voice and those footsteps are tattooed on his brain. He's not sure he could ever really forget.

He turns his head, looks at him.

There's still a whisper of a mission in the back of his head but he disregards it. That he can is a marvel in and of itself, but in the face of so many other difficulties it's not much to celebrate. After all, that mission is null and void.]

You.

[...no. That's not right. It's not enough. But he's grasping for what else to say and all he can hear are the echoes of that museum exhibit.

Best friends since childhood.

Inseparable.

So why can't he remember?]

You're here too.

[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?"

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.

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?"]

it's how i roll

[tintalle]

[ varda is silent as galadriel exits, gaze following her as she freezes, then sinks to kneel. and for a moment, varda can't respond, a hand curling against the railing as if it's all that keeps her steady. grief fills her features, pain almost too much to bear-- until she uncurls her hand, steps forward on silent, bare feet.

this is another world, and oh, these rulers have given her one of her lost children.

she reaches down, fingers curling gently against galadriel's jaw, lips pressing against her brow. ]

.. I am glad to see you. [ she draws back, lips curving in a small, welcoming smile. ] You have grown in wisdom and grace. Come-- [ she offers out a pale hand, edges blurring softly as emotion threatens her physical shape. ] --will you walk with me?

[choreographics]

[There's something to be said about the fact that it's taken so long for the fairies to bring in the Wildcats captain, but Ryan's certainly not going to complain. If Troy's here, then...well. Then who else is going to show up? Still though, the fact that he's mentioning college is enough to clue Ryan into the fact that they're at least from the same time period and that's enough of a relief.

So hey Bolton, have a slightly perplexed face peering at you via locket.]

I've been asking myself that for the last couple of months. Still waiting.

[folklorish]

[ She catches him near one of the sideboards, laden with enough food to feed a village for a week, head tilted as he examines a bottle of wine. The label is worn smooth with age - frustratingly hard to decipher. Not goblin, nor troll, nor tree-spirit. None of the languages he is accustomed to, or any of the human tongues beside. A small part of him hopes to find his sister here. But it is a very small part; no doubt she is with their father, safe at court. Where she belongs.

The woman's voice draws him from errant musings and he turns, taking in her face, before they trail up to a pair of elegant horns. There is a faint glint of admiration in his golden gaze. ]

I am Nuada, called Silverlance, madam. [ He drops his head into a short, but graceful, bow. She is clearly not human and therefore more than worthy of proper manners. ] Son of Balor, ruling king of the Clan Bethmoora.

network;

[fabulosa]

Well then it's about time they learned.

[No she didn't know that. Surprise. The bigger question, though, is does she care? Honestly, how do people survive without credit cards?]

Where are you?

[Hi. She means hi.]

network;

[survivra]

What do you have against clothes that do their job?

[ based on the way sharpay is talking katsa has one guess where this person is from and it's probably right (it is) ]

[tintalle]

[ she lifts his hands, turning them over in her own, thumbs brushing the scars from the silmaril-- her touch as soothing as a balm. ] .. It is true that there are others who may not forgive you for your sins against them. You have done.. cruel deeds, for the sake of an Oath which I do not think you have believed in for many years, now.

[ she dips her head, then, pressing a gentle kiss to the center of his palm. ]

But I, at the least, am willing to forgive you. I wish you solace. I wish you healing. I wish you peace. [ she glances back up once more, and her hands gently release his, only to reach up, drawing him down as she curls her arms around his neck. ]

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? ]

[gordianknots]

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[Another servant? And a berserker at that? Waver's not thrilled, to say the very least. Waver can't place the face either, and Rin's not around to ask. But then, Waver suspects that if this had been her war's berserker, she would have commented about his looks.]

What makes you think the placement is wrong?

network;

[fabulosa]

[There's just a blank stare for a solid 30 seconds because that just seems like a ridiculous question.]

Ok, but have you ever heard of Chanel?

network;

[choreographics]

Um...[Well that's kind of a funny story hahaha oh god help.] I'm sort of in the middle of something? [Ryan that is literally not an answer at all.

Truth be told, he's actually pretty caught off-guard. One minute he'd been hanging out in Cothromach helping out and the next his sister's face is all over the network and seriously, why couldn't this have happened some other time?

But. He thinks he's happy...maybe? Nah, he's missed her terribly but he's not going to actually say that until he gauges her attitude. If she's still mad at him about Juilliard...oh man.]

Why, where're you?

[kingmaking]

A little delayed, but I suppose that gives me hope. [ sort of. he's twenty-one, it could probably still happen.

his own brows shoot up at the introduction, looking somewhere between impressed and amused again. ] That's quite a mouthful, m'lord. [ despite the use of the title, well, merlin tends to be a little irreverent. it's nothing personal, he just doesn't have much use for ranks. ] .. Mostly I was just looking for a quieter spot. This whole.. [ a vague wave of his hand to indicate the feast. ] .. it's a little overwhelming for someone who, up until just now, was essentially a hermit.