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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Elros | Tolkien | Seelie

[mortalhalf]

1.

Side-stepping out of the way of revelers, Elros let his gaze follow the pair with some amusement before carrying on his own way. It hadn't been all that long since the last feast he'd attended, not that it made this one any less bitter-sweet. A feast wasn't really what it had been, the last time he'd seen his brother. Just all the makings of it, without the air.

There were so many people to see! Enough to keep less than pleasant thoughts at bay as he wandered from end to end of the great hall. Steps light, soundless, for all appearances still an immortal elf. He still looked almost exactly like Elrond, with just a few subtle differences for those who knew either or both of them.

2. [Open to anything, he could be out wandering the halls, walking between trees, poking around the Station, etc]

[basketballer]

[Fairies, right. Ryan had mentioned them too. He doesn't usually dream about fairies, but this is still pretty weird, so just to be sure he pinches himself. Hard.]

Ow--!

[Nope, not dreaming.] Okay. Now I'm officially freaked out.

[basketballer]

Sure, I could do that. I'll try my best to figure it out, but it might take me a little while. This is the weirdest, realest-feeling dream I've ever had.

What's your name?

[basketballer]

A little, yeah. They told me that there were fairies here and they were having a war or something-- [He puffs out some air, looking overwhelmed.] Mostly I just feel like someone hit me in the head really hard.

Are you okay?

but...but...

[bythewaves]

[ a flinch ]

Yes Lord, I know. But I had hoped... [ softly pleading ] I threw it away. Surely the Oath was fulfilled with that? But when it found me here the chain was just as tight. Is there no freedom for us but death?

[dragmire]

"It is not without its own charm," he answered dryly as though he felt no great interest in the place. "But it swiftly becomes a tiring place."

But so did any place where Ganondorf did not rule. If he was not in a place of absolute authority, then he was hardly in his proper place. So it was business that likewise brought him to this place, for he never found pleasure here.

[bythewaves]

Wizards? [ He tips his head curiously and then shakes it in a negative ] We have no folk like young Master Harry or the Lady Hermionie in my world, and they are the only wizards I know.

But nobility... yes. I suppose you could say that. But we are Dispossessed, now. [ a shrug and his hand brushes the silver star-of-feanor cloakpin ] All we have left is our pride.

But even were we not, we are all of us captives here, alike - titles mean nothing, any longer.

[ A smile and then a proper, formal bow, hand over heart ] Well met, Lusiphur Malaché. Elen sila lumenn' omentievlo - a star shines on the hour of our meeting, as my folk would say. May it be one of good fortune!

[notyetlegend]

Well that's their problem. I already dealt with my lot.

[Merida's eyes squint in suspicion, frowning as she tilts her head the other way. He's acting a little awkwardly...actually if she didn't know any better she would've thought he was Hiccup's relative. She reaches out to poke him in the chest, free hand going to her hip.]

More things will blow up if you don't teach me how to control it like that.

[It's not a threat, just a statement.]

[herotypical]

Soy milk. I said soy milk. What's so hard to hear about that, huh? Do they not have soy trees in the Drabwuld? [ a beat. ] Soy...stalks? Soy plants? Soy paddies? Ugh, that's going to bug me all da--

[ buffy anne summers is causing a scene. more specifically, she is causing a scene at a small station-bound cafe not far from where all the computer terminals sat (so often ill-used by the more technologically disinclined shardholders). the poor young man behind the counter dared to infringe upon her latte rights and she is seen sawing the air with one flattened hand, aggressively explaining to him the difference between milk-milk and soy-milk.

and right around then is when she looks up and sees a ghost. a dream. a sweet nostalgic vision. months, here, in the world of medievial times gone mad, and all she could do has been to think about dawn. imagine her face in the crowd a dozen times a week. but now-- ]

Peppermint tea. Stat. [ she snaps her fingers at the young man and traces her sister's path through the street. ] Look, I don't need it to steep. I just need it to -- ah, great. Thanks. Put it on my tab.

[ hardly gingerly at all, she grabs both her botched coffee and now a freshly poured cup of hot water (plus steeping tea bag) and races out the door to catch up with-- ] Dawn! [ she shouts, her voice wavering. ]

[skjalf]

( appearances can deceive, and she is quite impressed by his skill, though unsurprised. a prince must certainly be educated in such courtly manners. three hundred years separate them, but none would know it as they move and whirl together. )

May I have the honour of reading a sample of your work one day? ( she has also been raised in a glittering court full of music, finery and learning. for her, this is not at all unusual. ) I would allow you to be the judge of mine, as well.

( stepping around him, elizabeth presses their palms together. ) My father encouraged such pursuits so long as they did not interfere with my studies. He insisted my sisters and I be educated in all manner of things.

[theywhowait]

Oh Boromir! I have missed you so!

[ Faramir is weeping, but the tears are joy, not grief, and he shakes his head at Boromir's worry ]

Nay, nothing so cruel as that. This place steals us from many times and places. Oh my brother, I did not think to see you on this side of life. But I am well Boromir, see? And Boromir, Gondor is safe and well, and we have peace.

[backtalker]

[He waves a hand.] No, that's alright. If he's here, he'll show up when he wants to.

[...]

Preferably not here, now that I think of the flowers...

[kingsdaughter]

[Sigrid grins and orders five yards of the green wool. Such a luxury it is, to order enough for a coat with plenty to spare! Perhaps with the rest she will make him a hood or leggings.]

You'll be less scruffy with a new coat, [she teases him.] And I'll make you clothes fit for Sansa's court, and others for working. You know Sansa will give you a job in a moment--she's the Lady Keeper here, and my best friend.

armory

[hotinhere]

[Farnese had made a habit of coming to the armory daily. She understands the Seelie's aversion to armed guests wandering the halls unsupervised but her weapon was a gift and there was no way she was going to fully trust them with something important.

She's out of the way, holding a silver dagger close in what appears to be a hug (don't judge), when the girl walks in. Farnese is no stranger to ornamental armies as she was previously the general to one but even they didn't wear such shiny armor. She had assumed it was ceremonial but after the comment and a quick scan of a room it finally hits her that there was nothing but.

It doesn't occur to Farnese that she was probably talking to herself so she replies as if it was natural.]

Gold appears very important to them here. [A small humm as she thinks.] It could be enchanted.

[empireofrats]

[She thinks she sees a wisp of what is Corvo, but she can't be sure in this place just like she could rarely be sure back home. Honestly, she has seen too many unfamiliar people so far, too many others that don't look like they belong in grimy, terrible Dunwall. The glimpse of jacket, of movement, it's all very familiar, and leave it to a young girl to spot a shadowy assassin before he blinks to the level above.

The large, floor-length curtains prove to be an exceptional hiding spot for a brilliantly whited girl, and she has a portion of the fabric peeled back to let her peer around it. Her voice is quiet, as if the next word is the biggest secret she's ever kept in her life:]

Corvo?

[undividing]

[ she's startled and wary for a brief moment, but at last she offers a small, gracious smile. his tone, his mannerisms, the courtesy he shows-- they're all very disarming, even if the glasses are curious and his reason for travel at this time of the evening makes her wonder.

in truth, it isn't the wind or the chill air that bothers her--she isn't a mortal woman, and she isn't susceptible to the elements the same way humans are--but better for him to think that than to know the true reason she'd come out into the evening, shaking fit to come apart at the seams. ]

You are very kind, Sir. Perhaps for a few moments, until I return to the castle.

[ she takes a step forward, accepting the jacket with slender fingers--careful not to brush his own--and curling it around her shoulders. ]

You do not join the castle in its revelry tonight..?

THIS DUMB BABY

[showmeyourwreath]

[Oh no, this precious guy. Flora's voice is friendly, soothing, and reassuring, her smile much the same way.] You're not intruding at all, and it just so happens I would be familiar. It's called a tablet, and it's actually "wi-fi". Both words, because it stands for something else: wireless fidelity.

[She's not sure if any of that will stick for the moment, and there are bigger priorities here, like calming him down, but Flora can't help providing answers anyway, just in case.

The fact that he's nervous and implies unfamiliarity enables her to put two and two together.]

Please don't worry about it. It was an accident, and it's easily amended, I promise. What's your name?

[hotinhere]

[Welcome to the world of feels.

Just like how she has no idea how these fairies differ from the elves. I mean, they act and look kind of similar but not one was as obnoxious as their two. Maybe they just had bad elf luck.

Let it be known that Farnese is also not the most ecstatic about playing army again. It didn't work out last time and they have way more important things to do. She frowns as she thinks back to her introduction of this place. It had been nice to be told she was needed... But she was needed with the others too. She had finally began to accept that.]

That we have been "recruited" for. [A pause.] Should we just defect again?

[Super casually said in the middle of a party.]

[undividing]

[ her gaze lifts as he reveals himself, curious perhaps as to the creature that could conceal itself from her. she's no longer accustomed to it, in truth-- her people are a dying species, and other races have a heavier step. the sight of him, then, is both startling and pleasant. not one of her people, but similar enough all the same. the crown is unmistakable-- a ruler of his own people, and her heart aches at the similarity to her father.

catching her skirts in slender hands, she dips into a shallow curtsy, royalty to royalty, before rising to offer a smile that seems fragile and wistful on her face. ]

My lord is gracious indeed to offer. Truthfully-- [ she draws a breath, hesitant. how like her people are his? would he understand? (the choice of crown, perhaps, says yes.) ] .. In truth, I find myself bound on all sides by stone and steel. I long for the sky and the earth, if only-- if there is, at least, a garden to be found..?

[gwynbleidd]

[Geralt's already been around Caer Scima to fight dog-shades, so he might as well venture into the feast to see what exactly he looked like when he had first arrived.

It's a sight he knew already.

There's a lot of low noise because there's so much confusion, and there's a lot of awkward standing around in uncertainty, but he doesn't hold any of it against the new arrivals. They're searching: for a way home, for people they know, for familiarity, and Geralt knows they're rarely going to find any of it here.

But Garrett sticks out to him; more importantly, Garrett's clothing sticks out to him, even minus the hood. He knows the type. Not even necromancers garb themselves in an outfit like that--too vain.]

There's two reasons people come to a party dressed in black: [He's close enough by now that he can keep his voice low.] it's a funeral, or they're looking to lighten pockets. [His eyes seem to say, Which are you? but he doesn't ask it.]

Re: a is for aaaaugh.

[tendencytobite]

[Rocket is a densely intelligent, complex organism, with incredible mental processors. It's just that all of that is true when it comes to cosmomechanics, not other people. Something about how a rodent brain picks up human emotion-- he's aware of it, and he knows, intellectually, how it works, but something deep, deep within his heart just stone cold does not give a shit.]

[So he frowns, or does the procyonide equivalent.] Then you should be more frickin' careful. This place is full'a thugs. Won't always have somebody watching your back. [Because, uh, that's what he was doing.]

[hercruelhand]

She led them both a few more turns of the dance floor, laughing, shaking her head at him. "Oh, there's only one man I care to let see it," she whispered, eyes winking brightly in the pale planes of her fine-featured face. "Where?"

[mines_bigger]

"Well," He murmured, hand sliding up again, caressing the side of her slender throat. "It depends on how patient you are." He pressed in close once more, purring into her ear. "Can you wait until we get back home?"

[hercruelhand]

"Does it?" She seemed genuinely surprised, vaguely disappointed, green eyes flitting back to Ganondorf. But then, Mair had always had a reputation within the drabwurld for being lively...

... but its Lord hardly seemed the sort've man to take advantage of such a reputation.

"I'm surprised you find it anything less than a retreat, after the relative wildness of Mair."

[voicelessresistance]

[Red was just wandering around, exploring the castle, when the woman accosted her. She took two quick steps backwards in surprise, bringing the gray, lifeless transistor up in front of her life a shield. It took her a few seconds to realize that, despite the shouting, the woman was just asking a question, and she opened her mouth to answer...then remembered she couldn't do that anymore.]

[Her expression shifted to one of frustration, and she fished her locket out from around her neck and tapped on it quickly before turning it towards the woman so she could read what Red had written.]

I just got here too. But I'm pretty sure it's not a game.