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

[dressup]

Hello?

[Who is this girl staring and wasn't there a cat earlier? No matter, Elizabeth does pull up a smile and pushes a plate of snacks towards the girl. Despite that this girl is a little strange with how she's slouched and staring, it's doesn't bother her.]

Are you hungry? There is more than enough to go around! Please, do help yourself.

network;

[alikeness]

[ there's a bit of movement off screen, before connor finally holds up a bronze coin to the screen. ]

There's silver and gold, but bronze usually works. [ he lowers it ] You might as well get used to your closet. Designer goods aren't really on the market here.

[starspangled]

[Steve exhales, broad shoulders looking so much smaller with the slump. He can see that Bucky is still struggling. His mind must be going in a million directions at once. All he wants to do is help him, but this isn't something he can jump right into. There's a right way to go about this, and Steve's not entirely sure what it is. Not for the first time, he wishes Sam was here.

He's worried about the here and now too.]

I didn't see you at the feast. [And Steve's pretty sure he knows why.] Did you get your court assignment?

EXCUSE YOU HIS BOYFRIEND TAUGHT HIM THAT

[aureinsof]

[Emil can't help laughing softly, his smile returning.]

I know. Marta and Tenebrae can definitely take care of themselves, even if I'm worried anyway... And the others are the heroes of the world regeneration! I'm sure everyone's okay.

[That's right. Everyone is counting on him. He can't be sad right now. So he just ruffles Noishe's head.]

And you look really good, too. Has everything been okay? The two sides are at war or something, aren't they...?

achilles ( the song of achilles ) unseelie!

[feets]

one.

[ achilles takes the debriefing in stride, ever curious by the change in his surroundings, yet aware that there is something, well, wrong with it. what would he do to get out of the battle at troy? nearly anything, he's sure. and another war to be trusted with, as his mother had said -- another war to win, to be aristos achaion.

yet. this new destiny is for naught, if it's without his patroclus. he'd go to troy one thousand times and one thousand times over if it secured his companion beside him -- without a hint of over-exaggeration, though achilles is quick to trust and quick to believe, he knows he must either leave to find patroclus, or search for him here. which is what he sets himself to doing -- an extremely handsome, god-touched man, made of golden skin and leafy green eyes, approaching whomsoever he can find and asking: ]

Do you know of Patroclus?

[ not that he expects them to. patroclus fades into the shadows, unnoticed by some for that gem that he is.

( but he and achilles always find each other, don't they? ) ]

Prince Edgar | King's Quest | Court TBD

[edgar_of_etheria]

The feast

[Though tall and quite handsome, the young fairy prince seems to be doing his best to go unnoticed, lingering against the walls, looking away from eye contact. Despite his evident shyness, he does seem to genuinely want to be there at the feast. He hasn't seen one in a while, and the merry thrum of activity interests him. Yet, he is wary. This place is strange to him, and he is uncertain of the true reasons he has found himself here.

He will talk if approached or called over, but he's nervous. The last feast he went to, he ended up getting kidnapped, after all.]

In a garden somewhere

[Kind, gentle Edgar has long had a fondness for flowers, having kept a few in his childhood home in the castle high in the mountains. Roses are his clear favorite, especially the red ones. He wanders almost aimlessly, giving attention to whatever blossoms catch his eye. He seems less nervous here, but that does not mean he might not be startled by a sudden new presence.]

Choose something else!

[Edgar may be shy, but he's also smart and curious, and can probably be found exploring whatever seems interesting, if no one's given him any other tasks.]

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[choreographics]

Yeah. You know. [And he actually flaps his hands a little like wings. That stops though because he's pulling out a map that he's learned how to read, and Sharpay can probably see that he's written notes all over it (misspelled words and all.)]

Anyway! Looks like there's a fairy-ring just outside of the castle. You can probably head out there and teleport here. [Of course he's underestimating how long it'll take her to get to the ring and he hasn't used the rings himself, but it sounds look a good idea. He's not even looking at Sharpay anymore. He's actually using a pen to mark some stuff on his map, writing new things and tracing a path he thinks she can take.

Look at that, your twin's actually figured some stuff out in his time here. And, scarily enough, he doesn't even seem to notice it might seem unusual.] You remember everything we learned from those equestrian lessons Dad let us take when we were ten, right? There should be a horse waiting for you in the stables.

[liven]

Yes. [ She is definitely hungry. And while she could simply go hunt, sometimes it's fun to eat human things. A little bit. Although she'd never admit it to the bird.

...Manners. Right. Shijima knows them, she just doesn't bother, much. But this involves someone giving her something, and as she takes a seat, she will go one step further than she usually bothers. ]

Thanks. [ Though it's not just for the food she's come over. ] Did you invite people for a party? Or are you simply giving food away for free?

[ if the second, why...inquiring cats want to know ]

rise kujikawa ( persona 4 )

[scanners]

i. locket.
[ the world is introduced to rise kujikawa sitting in a fluffy white bathrobe, her red hair in its usual trademark pigtails, at a fairly close angle--she backs up from the video after a second and drops her hands into her lap, smiling, perky as ever. ]

Helloooo, drabwurld. That's what this place is called, right? The drabwurld. Sounds kinda drab. [ she laughs, a clear, tinkling thing. ] But, it's better than the Midnight Channel so far--there's a lot less monsters! But a lot fewer of my friends, too. So I don't know anyone here, and I feel like my senpai--I'm the new girl here!

So tell me a little about yourselves! [ rise leans forward and puts her chin on her hands, smiling, cheerful--you can almost feel her energy through the screen. ] I want to be your friend, and you want to be my friend too... [ and, with a little bit of a pout, lashes lowered; ] Right?

Looking forward to hearing from you~ Bye now![ the video closes with her winking, and reaching forward to shut it off. ]

ii. the station.
[ rise is looking around the station like any teenage girl would do, poking in and out of the coffee shops, trying to scan the place as best as she can with himeko, but nothing's come up out of the ordinary yet. rather, her attention is taken completely by not the technology within the station, but the lack of posters. in fact, anything that's within it is completely void of posters of people's faces (aside from wanted posters, which oooh, so quaint) but not a single idol, advertising a new drink or movie or anything. no risette, but none of the other girls, either.

it's almost relieving.

so she's downright cheerful when she gets a cup of coffee from the fairies; noticing a person sitting alone across the room, rise strides over, all confidence and charisma, and smiles down, putting her hand on the empty chair and asking, sweetly-- ] Do you mind if I sit with you?

Namo | Tolkien | Seelie

[doomsyou]

[1 - Arrival]

[Nämo is no stranger to celebrations. He has seen them and the Vala are not wholly incapable of enjoying themselves. The Vala stands tall, a long pearly white robe wrapped around him, hair white. He appears in human form but there's something distinctly inhuman about him.

For awhile he simply observes the people there before excusing himself to explore Caer Glaem. There's much to learn if he was going to be here for any length of time.

It's strange though, being in another world and far from his own duties. And briefly he wondered what would become of his Halls. If his disappearance might be detailed in Vaire's weavings.]

[2 - Station]

[It's so strange to see the things that Station has to offer and the different styles that the people there seem to wear. Nämo chooses to keep the garb he chose for his physical form.

He appears detached, not entirely concerned about the things he sees or the people he passes. Nämo is simply a quiet observer for all he seems.]

[3 - video]

[A curious locket. Capable of things that it wouldn't be possible to make it do on Arda. Truly, the Children had done amazing things and would do more still in the distant future. But it was a distant future not now and the world he'd found himself was very unlike Arda. Future and past strangely pieced together.

He tilts his head to the side, watching the display for a moment.]

Greetings. I am Nämo. Also called Bannoth, Badhron or Mandos.

[4 - Your pick]

[Run into him anywhere.]

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[survivra]

I don't know—I haven't asked the servants, which you could. Though I'm sure you'll be able to find the castle's endless supply of silk, in the one precise shade for which you're looking, just in time for all the rest of the things you've been provided to fall apart while you're still wearing it.

[ can you feel.... the completely unprovoked sarcasm ]

[wilder]

[He just gives a little chuckle. Nope. Not answering that question about the hair. He'll leave you discover it later]

Huh, really? [What is this sincerely happy to see him thing?? so weird.] Heh, well you know how it is, those fairies just couldn't resist taking someone as great and handsome as me.

[or whatever]

But I'm glad to see you too. Been settling in alright?

[half_faerie]

[He tries to copy her gesture of greeting, but it looks clumsy in comparison. This Lady very clearly isn't Yvaine, but the faerie side of him can sense something similar and it isn't just the fact that she seems to glow just as the star did. Just looking at her, he can half-hear Yvaine singing the clear, ageless songs that constellations danced to through the sky. The faerie side could have wept for joy at seeing something like her so close. But the human side of him -the side that was entirely the son of Dunstan Thorn, sheep farmer from Wall and entirely Victorian as well- knew that reaction to be both silly and impolite.]

They are very nice here. The stars, I mean. They are always the same, even if the constellations are different.

[fabulosa]

I'm so unprepared for this place. If I'd had a heads-up and a chance to have someone analyze the air quality here and humidity levels so I could have packed the right products instead of what I'm stuck with. But no, that would have been considerate.

[That ramble is definitely not totally directed at him, the second half more to the air - hands flailing slightly for added emphasis. It takes her a moment to realize he'd complimented her hair, the annoyance melting into a practiced smile.]

Thanks! I haven't had a chance to do a thing with it yet but soon it'll be right back to how it should be.

I'm Sharpay, by the way.

[It's a total afterthought because clearly, back home she's totally famous no she's not and needs no introduction.]

[cagedinflesh]

...No, I...think I understand, but still believe it's a mistake. To look at only one part of a person is wrong.

-Is that truly possible? Or rather, would that not be considered highly dishonourable? I suppose no agreement of loyalty was given, though...

[wipedclean]

[His gaze lifts again to watch the way Steve's shoulders slump, and he doesn't know how to interpret that.]

Yes. Unseelie.

[He says it with a certain distaste. People keep wanting him to be a weapon, their weapon. He doesn't... he doesn't want it, but he doesn't know how to stop.]

reyna avila ramírez-arellano | heroes of olympus/pjo | seelie

[endurecer]

I. Seelie Feast

[ On the list of things that Reyna is feeling like enjoying right now, this falls somewhere north of dying but very south of going home and a little bit south of actually fighting to some degree. She can deal with feasts, she doesn't mind them it just— bothers her to be smashed into one so soon after finding herself in a world that isn't hers. If she didn't know any better she'd think this was a dream or maybe Gaea's or the gods way of mocking her, but she knows better. It's as real as her parentage and as real as the entirety of her own life.

She can deal with this feast and she can find out everything she needs to know about what's going on beyond what the faeries and everyone she had asked ( okay maybe demanded answers from ) had given. It's not that she doesn't believe they were telling the truth, but she's a little skeptical and the last thing she wants to deal with is finding out she was being lied to in some way.

Part of her is very thankful she's wearing her toga over her shirt ( not her armor, not yet ) but at the same time, she feels like she's simultaneously under and over dressed. She tries to put on a polite smile while going past people in an attempt to grab a bit of food before she heads out to actually talk to some others. Of course, she can't help but talk under her breath just a bit while she eats. ]

Out of one war and into another with no break. I'm not my mother, I do want a moment to rebuild and breathe.

[ Screw the gods and the monarchs and everyone just in this second, daughter of war or not, this is stupid. ]

II. Wildcard ( Locket )

[ the girl on the locket is about sixteen, but looks just a bit older. she doesn't speak for a moment instead choosing to narrow her eyes and exhale almost as if she's preparing herself to speak. when she does it's clear and her eyes aren't nearly as narrowed as they were. ]

Just how many of you know how to fight? You can count learning after you arrived— or if you knew before then. [ should she explain why on earth she's asking, yeah, she probably should. ] It doesn't make sense to recruit those who don't know how and expect to win a war with limited time to train even with the best of trainers.

III. Wildcard ( Seelie Armoury )

[ Reyna couldn't resist coming down here when she first realized she could. It could be her mother's blood flowing through her that makes her feel strangely at home among the weapons and armor or it could just be her missing home and the cohorts and— she won't dwell on that. Or more accurately, finally seeing the armor makes her a little too distracted to dwell on those thoughts.

In fact really every other thought she had was pushed out and she ended up blurting out something that normally she knows she wouldn't, but she's alone-ish ( probably ) and no one is going to hear her or judge her for it. ]

There is such a thing as too much gold on armor. I'm surprised we don't end up blinding them before they attack.

things connor doesn't know: shijima's magical fish-rights!!

[alikeness]

[ she's clearly not an imp, so Connor's equally startled when she jumps back and bares her teeth at him. any suspicion about shijima not being a human girl gets reinforced a little at what she says next, because it's either that or she's been living in the wild. it's not as if she smells like a demon. she smells human, but there's something he can't pinpoint about her at the same time. ]

Get it somewhere else. [ he catches her eyes, yellow and -- momentarily distracted from guarding his plate because there's something more important that needs to be addressed ]

-- What are you? [ rude as fuq tbh ]

he can clearly take this chance to learn!!

[liven]

[ Distracted from guarding his plate...she wants to take another piece of fish. He's pretty fast, though, so if he gets undistracted fast enough, there's no doubt he'll be able to block her, in which case she'll retreat back a step or two again. ...If she manages it, she'll retreat anyway, to eat the fish. ]

An observer. Shijima Kurookano. What are you? [ also rude as fuck, Connor is in good company. Shijima doesn't even seem to care that he asked...not that she actually answered the question all that well. Stellar conversation skills, both of you. ]

[bythewaves]

[ Apparently he finds the drama amusing, or something ]

I fear those terms are unfamiliar to me, but you can but try? No one has been able to tell me how they receive the... signals? that allows the shows to play, nor from what world they come from, only that they do.

[starspangled]

[Steve's jaw clenches, along with the little twitch of muscle just beneath the skin. He'd guessed as much. But in truth, the Seelie court would've been better only because it would've put them on the same side. They both do their fair share of drafting people for this war, many of them not even soldiers.]

You don't have to fight for them.

[And he knows that he's eventually asking for trouble with that attitude. Since when has that ever stopped him?]

You don't have to fight for anyone if you don't want to. We can stay right here.

[bythewaves]

[ He shouldn't. You will taint her hiss his ghosts in his ears, Your sin should never be allowed to touch her but he cannot bring himself to pull away. ]

They shouldn't. It would be better if I was forgotten.

[gordianknots]

Well, you're in the Unseelie camp, so honour isn't an important thing in the first place. Politically, you're not too much of a risk yet either, if you're new and haven't done anything.

Sure, you might annoy the monarchs, but that's on you to decide.

network;

[fabulosa]

Ryaaaaan...

[So much whining.]

I don't have my riding clothes. Or boots. Or the Dolce & Gabanna horse blanket Daddy got me. Also, horseback riding in a corset and leather pants?

[Um. No.]

Why is it so far away?

[She'll go, she just... Needs to work up the desire to actually go do it.]

[gordianknots]

--Pardon, repeat the name?

[Waver knows the name. He knows the story of Troy because Rider insisted on stealing a damn copy of the Iliad years and years ago. But it never hurts to double check what's been said.]

It's a little hard to hear over all the other noise.