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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[thebreakingwave]

Not even after he's had someone help him figure out what he's meant to wear, Harry isn't very good at being dressed in his finest and it shows. He circulates through the feast and stops to chat with all sorts of people, but every so often, he needs a break away. While he doesn't actually drink the wine, it's not a bad spot to linger and get some air.

"I'm not in your way, am I?" He'd seen the man before when he had been speaking with Dasha.

[belegurth]

[No one liked his music, and he thinks his music is great still. It's tough being misunderstood.]

Because I'm going to make Music of my own here and bring forth my glorious Creation. And you're going to try to stop me and we'll play out the whole 'Melkor, stop it' routine and you'll slap my hand and I'll just do what I want anyway.

[prioritise]

Only sometimes. Everyone wants a hero sometimes. Even the bravest men appreciate a rescue here or there.

[belegurth]

Are you sons going to stop me then? It went so well the first time around, I look forward to it.

[cagedinflesh]

Unfortunately not! What a leap that would be! [He almost remarks they may have been born the same year, but then remembers he isn't actually so young.] Ah, well, I was born much earlier, and that is what matters. As a scientist, however, I must take shame, and apologise to you personally, for not bringing such greatness to your near future.

[depicted]

[...Oh. Is that directed at him?] I . . . suppose that's true.

[Then he finds his strength.] But not at a cost to another! That would be unendurable.

[folklorish]

A concept? Pray explain further, I am not entirely sure of your meaning.

[ Nuada does not expect to rule. His father is ancient, yes, but alive and it would take something catastrophic to knock the king from his throne. ]

Yours is not a name I am familiar with, no. Which moors do you claim as your own, lady? I have traveled far, perhaps enough to know yours.

[ Humans interest him when they are dead know their place. ]

feast

[cinnamoned]

[Snow took a bit of adjusting as well, demanding to know what was going on, who else might be here in this strange new land before she eventually heads down to the feast. It doesn't take long before she picks out the familiar blonde hair, pausing for a moment to watch and confirm before she all but rushes over to her daughter. Whether Emma might recognize her herself in such different clothing, with such longer hair isn't really on the forefront of her mind that Emma is much more used to her Storybrooke counterpart. All she knows is her daughter is here. When she had anticipated likely never seeing Emma again.]

Emma! I didn't expect to find you. [Or. See her again at all.]

[Okay, yes this is a dangerous situation, hearing about the war, but Snow can't help being even the tiniest bit relieved to have Emma with her all the same. There's a pause as she notes the drinking, that lingering telltale smell of alcohol. Which is probably an initial and understandable coping method given the circumstances. That and Emma is certainly old enough. If there were even actually laws around the drinking age in such a world.]

Are you okay? I know this is....a lot to take in.

[Understatement of the century. Yes. But she tries, taking it slow and not immediately asking what happened back home. Yet.]

[bythewaves]

[ Very pretty! She beams happily at Baldr and at the mention of red she darts over to Maglor and then back My singer's brother has the same!, and wraps herself in the strands happily ]

[ Again that shy duck of his head ] You honor me lord, and I am glad to bring you a little comfort.

[ but... ]

Is it truly repentance, if I would do it again? [ He says softly, for he would do it again and again, if it kept his family safe ]

1/? i apologize in advance.

[slugout]

Yasogami? I've never heard of...

[ wh...at is she doing... ]

[slugout]

... it....

[mines_bigger]

Aeler turned, looking over the young man staring up at him. Skinny, awkward, and Aeler recognized him as the boy who had been talking with his wife.

"Not all." Aeler said expansively. He was feeling expansive, or maybe it was just the wine talking, not that he really cared. He leaned back slightly, eyeing the young man with a passing sort of interest as he look a long swallow from his goblet.

"What did you find so interesting to speak with Dasha about?" He asked, idly.

[niffin]

She almost laughs, despite herself, tamping it down into a sudden, violent cough. There are weirder things to focus on in a time of apparent trans-dimensional kidnapping, but Alice’s list isn’t very long. That doesn't mean she has to be an asshole about it, though. The situation sucks.

“I might,” She admits, somewhere between awkward and apologetic. “I don’t have the kind of power we’d need to just send you back, but I can get you to the people who do. The, um, queens of this place. It’s…a monarchy, I know, cliche.”

Alice shrugs.

“You could ask them to take you home. It probably wouldn’t do much good, but it doesn’t hurt to see, right?” A moment’s hesitation, then she tacks on: “I don’t know much about fashion, but there are probably lots of cool pieces at court, too. Very…uh. Couture.”

Roll a D20 for knowledge of fashion, score a natural one.

[slugout]

[ processing. . . ]

[slugout]

Oh! I thought you looked familiar! You're that new idol... what's her face...

[ junpei she is right here in front of you... ]

Ri...

[thebreakingwave]

"I've a friend here that loves clothing and fashion, and I wanted to ask if I could introduce the two of them. In fact, she's the one that helped get me sorted into this," he says with a gesture indicating his not entirely terrible clothing choice. He'd taken Grell to a play in Parrias, and she'd returned the favour by working with the wardrobe staff to put him in clothing that actually fit.

"I'm not really good at that sort of thing, but I thought it would be nice."

done.

[slugout]

Reeses!

[ NO. WRONG. ]

You had a gig or something at the club in the mall a few months ago, didn't you?

Oh my gosh Melkor (and #1)

[mines_bigger]

[The pleasure of the other man is almost palpable, and it makes Aeler pause, and he turns, watching him for a moment as he sniffs at his glass. He looks like a normal man, but there is something about him that makes the hairs stand up at the back of Aeler's neck, something that twists deep in his gut and he's not sure if it's excitement or fear or both.]

It won't poison you, you know.

[prioritise]

What cost?

[she looks at Dorian with pitiful eyes]

I - I was merely bewildered by this foreign object. In my clumsiness and uncertainty I must have dropped the thing. I will beg and plead for mercy, and only hope that the maker of this object can somehow forgive me for my natural weaknesses.

[Mary drops the act and smiles softly at Dorian] Or something to that effect. It's a case by case scenario.

[baltas]

[ he colors again, looking flustered. really, he should be accustomed to this sort of thing. being who he is, people are naturally drawn to him, they can't help it. and though baldr has always been gracious about it, it can be a little lonely. still, he doesn't think this is quite the same. there's nothing of infatuation or adoration in maglor's features-- only respect and reverence. and that, perhaps, is what's so embarrassing. after all, goodness, it's as he's said-- he's no one's god here.

he hesitates, fingers lifting and hovering there, like nervous white birds, before settling on maglor's again, pressing them warmly. ]

I suppose that would depend on why you'd do it, doesn't it? [ he leans in, trying to catch the elf's eye. ] It clearly wouldn't bring you pleasure. So.. what would drive you to repeat your sins?

[notyetlegend]

[She pouts a little at his laughter, though she doesn't hit him or anything like she would Hiccup or Jack. They were conclusions she reached with both of them, and she blows at a strand of hair hanging in front of her face.]

Oh, well I don't feel too bad about Hiccup blowin' up th' microwave then.

[He's definitely going to have to do it a lot.]

[depicted]

[There is a brief pause, and he actually has to laugh. It's a pretty, charming thing, like bells pealing, fitted to his youth and innocence.]

You have a talent. I imagine you were able to get away with any misdeed as a child.

[He immediately ducks his head because whoops he might have mistepped. BUT HE THINKS SHE'S CHARMING OKAY.]

[mines_bigger]

Aeler laughed, a short snort, but the smile he tilted a the young man wasn't entirely unkind. "Aye, I understand you completely." A general wave indicated his own finely dressed form. "I certainly didn't pick this myself." He shrugged, the smile twisting, "She would possibly enjoy it. Better than having to talk to me about it. For her, and me both." For a moment, that smile grew fond, undeniably affectionate.

And then, with a late sense of a dim sort of propriety, Aeler gave the young man a short nod of the head. "I'm Aeler."

[folklorish]

[ The tips of his ears, arching elegantly above the wealth of pale hair, might suggest otherwise. But no, he is not technically an elf. Unless the sidhe are now counted amongst that ancient host. He stands at the end of a corridor, waiting for the source of the footsteps and armor, eyes narrowing in contemplation once Legolas arrives. ]

It has served its purpose. Are guests not allowed to explore?

never been so excited for a character that wants to maul mine

[knockedaboutthehead]

[Granby has spent the majority of his life in close proximity to dragons. They are as familiar to him as his own family, if not more so. But in this moment, faced with a hostile dragon and with no dragon of his own, no crew, no weapons or even an avenue of escape open to him... In this moment he can't remember feeling so utterly threatened by one before.

He bites back what would have been his preferred immediate reaction, letting the disgruntled merchant behind him do the cursing for the both of them, though unsaid oaths that would make Laurence blush flash through his mind. In the end he bows, slightly and stiffly. The gesture is as sincere as he can make it, but that edge of anger that turned all of his oh so proper salutes and 'sirs' to Laurence into insubordination in the beginning still manages to peek through. Because Granby is angry. He should not have gotten caught in such a situation. He should have seen it coming.]

I was not expecting you.