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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STILL NERVOUS BUT YOLO

[aureinsof]

[He remembers Noishe, too! Emil brightens up, running over.]

Noishe! What are you doing here? [He leans over to pet him.] Did Lloyd come pick you up?

[Wait that would mean Lloyd is here. Well duh they probably (???) wouldn't bring just Noishe.] ...Is Lloyd around?

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[fabulosa]

Obviously whatever it is can wait. I'm clearly more important.

[DUH. Wow, she actually had to say that. Shame on you, Ryan.]

I'm in some dark creepy castle. There are tiny things here that have a ridiculous amount of teeth. Ew.

that fish is rightfully hers despite being on your plate connor!!! god

[liven]

[ He succeeds in stopping her from taking any more fish this time, at least. She wasn't quite expecting that level of speed from a human - but then, he smells a little off - so Connor's fingers even graze her wrist before Shijima's jumped backwards, hunching forward a little and baring her teeth.

...Since she's a human just now, they're just normal teeth, though her canines are curiously pointed. ]

Plates are human things. [ SHE DOESN'T EAT FROM THEM!!! Just...other people's plates. That is different, apparently? Except not at all. Truthfully, she'd eat from one if someone else gathered it up for her. ...What a spoiled creature. ] I was getting my own.

[ Shijima is aware of manners, but she doesn't let them trouble her, usually. Her eyes - a cat's, yellow - dart back to the fish, then to his hands. Hmm. Might not be worth it. ]

[cagedinflesh]

If you originate from the same world as myself, then that I am a member of the gentry of the Victorian era should cover the reason well. Order is very important to me.

[liven]

If you learn to control it, you can become a human and call me. And then change back when I come.

[ and then she will be a cat and nature will happen. ]

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[choreographics]

[That's true. Sharpay is really important, he'll give her that much. On the other hand he's not sure if he can just magically zip on over to her in--

--some dark creepy castle in Caer Scima surrounded by imps. Wait. Wait, that can't be right. If Sharpay's over in Caer Scima's castle with the imps then that would mean--

...aw shit.]

Wait, what are you doing over there? [There has to be a mistake. Right? They're twins. They have to be in the same court, there's no way. ]

[starspangled]

[Once, he knew Bucky Barnes like the back of his own hand. But there's doubt now, an uncertainty that makes Steve move away from the rest of the crowd should Bucky choose to attack. It makes him look to the nearest exit and figure if he could beat him there should he choose to escape. Steve doesn't want him to do either. He's still his best friend, even if he doesn't remember it.]

Yeah. I have been for a little while.

[He's talking. That's good, and Steve starts to unwind slowly, the shield low at his side.]

What's the last thing you remember?

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?

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[survivra]

[ katsa can blank stare right back ]

No. If you can't do the needlework yourself, though, and you're that set against all the things you already have that fit just fine, I'm sure there's someone in the castle to help instead. There's fabric enough.

[unnatural_animal]

Richard nods curtly in response to the question, not feeling the need to elaborate. He knows he must fairly radiate discontent and lingering confusion. It hardly seemed noteworthy He could easily point out half a dozen others near this table alone who were clearly in the same situation.

"Stoning is too good for such crimes against taste," he says, leaving it ambiguous as to whether he is serious or not, before drinking more of the wine, suffering through it in silence. There have been worse vintages, in England or on campaign, but that is still no excuse. "He would have been turned away at the door in my own court."

[gordianknots]

I'll also respond to 'hey you'. That tends to get my attention, as well as the word pile.

[He grins. Hey you is always better to someone forgetting to leave the II on the title, and miles away from people knowing his real name and using it openly.]

Library's going to be abandoned, if you're inclined to read. If you want air, I think the bailey would be your ideal location.

gil-galad | tolkien | seelie

[noldorin]

feast

[ It has been seven long years since he last enjoyed a gathering such as the one surrounding him. Seven years since there was a proper roof over his head, fresh clothing that does not smell like a war camp, and ... in short, it has been seven long years. He is also grateful to not be on fire or bleeding to death, as he was in what he knew were his final moments. He has been assured his Enemy is vanquished. For now, that is enough.

The High King of the Noldor is wandering from table to table, speaking freely to anyone who might catch his attention, and generally trying to enjoy himself. ]

bailey

[ Oh, look. A garden. As with all elves, Gil is enchanted with the cultivation of any outdoor space. His very tall frame is settled on a bench, arms braced against the back of it, gazing up at the stars. There is a very good chance he will not mind being interrupted.

He's Noldor, after all. Accumulating knowledge and shinies is one of their favorite things. ]

Station

[bythewaves]

[ The Station never has really recovered from LawkamercyAriadne's attacks, but there is enough of it still standing that folk still make it their home. The clocks still tell the time in Quenya, the microwave still talks in Feanor's crisp tones... and Maglor still comes to watch his weekly sitcom on the TV, although he moved out a long time ago.

All in the Bloooody Beautiful~ chimes the television, and the elf on the couch raises an eyebrow at the young woman-child who appears to be communing with the strange device in her hand ]

Are you well, lady?

[gordianknots]

[Oh good lord. For all Waver knows, he's talking to Jack the Ripper, summoned as a servant.]

Well, clearly some part of you deeply disagrees - enough to tip the balance in that part's favour.

[bythewaves]

[ It should hurt he thinks numbly, but it doesn't when she touches them, and it is like light, like song, like his mother, and when she tugs at him he wavers, and then breaks, crumpling into her arms as if he were the small child of long ago, toddling closer to see the beautiful lady with the even more lovely song ]

Forgiveness is not for me, lady, and peace is something long forsaken.

[enjoymyatelier]

[...ah, how quaint, though... and so polite!]

Of course you may. Bear in mind that I may not have an answer, but I'll at least be able to point you to someone who can.

W/E MAN WE GOT THIS.... PROBABLY....

[idealistic]

[ he will happily accept any and all pets you have to offer, made obvious by the panting and thumping of his tail on the earth. not that he doesn't love Lloyd, but it's nice to see a different face, especially after Zelos's departure!

Noishe yips in response to Emil's questions: Lloyd is indeed around! he doesn't lead him to his master just yet though, instead peeking over behind Emil. where are you girl and feline companions? ]

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.

[fabulosa]

[Oh yeah, there were totally other people here. Right. People who apparently didn't talk like her. Okay. She could totally rock this. She's read Shakespeare.]

I'm better now. I'll be fantastic in about an hour once the hot mess that is my hair is dealt with.

[Too bad her stylist didn't get dragged here with her.]

[wipedclean]

[It's impossible for him not to notice the way the Captain looks for exits, and for a moment he tenses, but he knows there won't be an attack. If he wouldn't attack on the carrier, he won't attack here.

He hesitates, but keeps his knife low.

The question isn't strange to him. Not when he's so unsure of his own memories.]

I pulled you out of the river.

[He hesitates, unsure if he wants to admit the next part.

But he does anyway. He wants to understand. He wants to remember.]

I went to the exhibit.

[tintalle]

[ she strokes her fingers over his hair, gentle strokes as she might a child. ] Oh, my Makalaure. [ her eyes slide shut, grief welling once more, and it's all she can do to keep it out of her voice. ] One day, I pray that you will see that it is still possible. I will wait as long as need be.

[ she tips her head slightly, lips brushing his crown. ] There are those, after all, that yet love you, and always shall.

[playmakings]

If you're at the station, they have really good peppermint mochas. Like the kind you get at Starbucks, but a little earthy.

[ She's really, really glad to see you, Troy, and if there's anything that gives that away it's the smile that's so, so wide it would be alarming if it was on anyone else. ]

I thought we were dreaming, too, but I can play piano here and I normally can't in my dreams because I get confused to where my fingers are or how many I have so--it's good to see you, Troy.

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[fabulosa]

[U G H.]

I don't know. I just ended up here. It's not like I picked it. Believe me. The dark wood in here does nothing for my skin tone.

COURAGE IS THE MAGIC THAT TURNS DREAMS INTO REALITY OKAY

[aureinsof]

[Having a monster/doggie companion around is nice for him, too. It feels too lonely by himself again, so he's being extra affectionate with the pets.

Even though he can't speak Noishe, he glances behind him to see the empty space and sighs.]

I don't know where Marta and Tenebrae are... You're right, they're always here or nearby. But I've looked everywhere for them. No one's seen them. I guess you haven't seen them, either.

[He knows getting down about it won't help but he still wears his usual worried face.] I really hope they're all right. Maybe they're at the other castle.

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[fabulosa]

[Ew. These manicured fingers aren't going anywhere near needlework.]

Nothing in there is in my color wheel. Are there any other places that might have fabric? Like good fabric?

[Because she doesn't sew. That's what other people are for.]