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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[depicted]

[He takes Toby's hand and stops him.] Please. Do not say any more. Let me have one moment's peace.

[slugout]

That's not the point — back home, where I'm from, there's this thing called the Dark Hour. An' most people don't know about it, which is good for them, 'cause that's when the Shadows come out and eat their will to live if they're awake for it!

[ that's not exactly the point either, so um... ]

And sometimes the Shadows look like tables, or imp-things, or other stuff!

[strangestudent]

I was attempting to recreate a spell which I had performed once before in London in which the dead wood of a window frame was made to sprout new life.

[There is a small amount of easily recognizable pride in Tom's voice because he has recreated it and far beyond the scope of the original as well. If only Mr Strange and the others were there to witness it... But perhaps it is better they are absent. The undignified magical scramble to stop the spell's effects is a thing best left with as few witnesses as possible.]

As you can see, the spell was successful. Unfortunately though, it has been rather more successful than I had anticipated.

[monstrous]

[He opens his mouth to say something, but stops and just nods. He starts putting his shirt back on again as he waits for Dorian. Toby will just work on the cravat blindly for a while, it's frustrating and distracting enough that he won't focus on how uncertain and humiliated he's feeling right now]

YELLING

[rappresaglia]

[he'd know her voice anywhere. being so on edge is a blessing in this case, for it means he hears it clearly, instantly turning in the direction it came from.

any plans to go up are abandoned, and when he sees her face, he can afford to not be paranoid for an instant. Corvo straightens up and his own expression softens into something like a smile as two thoughts, equally strong, grow inside him. one, that they had no business bringing her here. and two, that if they've brought her here, there is some small comfort in knowing that she is relatively safe. in any case, he's stepped into the light so that she can see it really is him, jacket and all.]

tbh that does make the most sense. also man so sorry

[aeipathos]

[ Athos is also looking around the place a bit, just a casual inspection to ensure that everything is as it was supposed to be, in terms of description. His eyes flick over to Aramis when he begins to sound particularly theatrical and is rewarded with what, in Aramis' terms, is a rather subtle flourish. His own hat was removed as soon as they crossed the threshold - a habit he'd never really thought about too much - and he was letting it rest on the pommel of his sword for the moment. ]

Yes, it does seem to lack the more deviant flair they had provided you with initially. [ He's kind of amused, although he'd trade his own accommodations in a heartbeat. They remind him far too much of other times.

But. To Aramis. The man certainly seems a lot more comfortable now than he had at first, although that was likely to be expected. Aramis could be iron willed but he also had a skittering side to him that bore attention when it reared. Athos watched him for a couple of moments, considering. ] So beyond the lockets and the unfortunate potential gunshot victim you left behind, have you gathered any other information? [ Because it sounds - from what he has - that they are supposed to now be on different sides. Athos somehow does not think that will work. ]

[depicted]

[Dorian takes a long, long moment. He keeps his eyes clothes, but after some time passes, he calls out for the only person who is there.] Toby?

[monstrous]

[that uncertainty and embarrassment have shifted into sulkiness] You had your peace then? Hope it was a peaceful peace.

[rappresaglia]

[months? that's a surprise, but one Corvo gives no more answer to than a growing frown and a slight raise of an eyebrow. Daud, himself...who else would be drawn into this mess? that the Outsider came (for he doesn't believe the Outsider was taken, he's more the type to go where his marked do) is easy to put into place.

each of the Maidenfish is spared another glance before Corvo looks back to the Outsider, awaiting answers he knows the god likely won't give up.]

[freedomofsoul]

[He sneers as he gives a single, dry laugh. It's a sound and expression entirely inappropriate to his appearance. But entirely appropriate to his actions. Slamming the creature down on the table, trapped still under his hand, Hyde looks to Emil.]

Quite the boy. What makes you think you are worthy of my time?

[depicted]

[His eyes open, slowly, and his voice and expression are at their most vulnerable.] I am not at peace. I feel as if I cannot awaken from some night visit that terrifies and delights me.

You must stay with me. I can't bear to be alone.

!!!! sorry this is late

[aeipathos]

[ He has pulled one carefully off the shelf and propped it open in one gloved hand, his other hand free of its own glove so that he might look through the pages more easily. History, some things he doesn't understand very much - all that this perusal seems to be doing is confirming how utterly foreign this land happens to be. It doesn't necessarily worry him, no, but it does make him think. (What doesn't.) There must be some sort of dire need if bringing in soldiers from various other locations out of the blue and enlisting them to fight for you is what has been decided upon as a main course of action.

Athos doesn't notice the attention he is being paid until the lady makes it obvious by addressing him, and as his brows rise and his head turns, it is quite obvious he's surprised to see her here as well, for a few moments before he remembers himself. Musketeer. He closes the book, brings it to his side, and faces her with a perfunctory - if slightly shallow - bow in one smooth motion, and then looks at her again. ] Nor I you, my Queen. [ Although he does look a bit confused now, because he'd thought this was... Why would she be here?

Not that she didn't clearly have the mind for politics. Perhaps they needed all manner of assistance? He didn't doubt she could assist - she was quite capable of besting many she met within her own court alone. Athos was quite fond of her, aside from her poor decision-making skills when it came to Aramis, and even then it was somewhat difficult to begrudge her that as well. ] I've just - been attempting to ascertain some further reason behind our presence here. I don't suppose you have been given any particularly salient information yourself?

[monstrous]

Are you - [he shakes away the first thought, before nodding] Yeah, alright, if it's what you want.

[rappresaglia]

[she's put that away, which means no fighting for now. good, because young woman or not, had she posed a threat he would have let the bolts fly.

he's still not sure he cares for that welcoming hall, though. at least a corridor, a room is something he can size up and categorize as safe. people, they took longer, and he knows he wouldn't make good company right now. one could sit with their back against the wall anywhere, not just at this feast.

but to reply to her, he nods once.]

I apologize for the lurking.

[milkdrinker]

[ His hearing is sensitive, but not quite that sensitive, so yes, the tinkling is all he hears. Still, it's enough to make him lift his brows in surprise. ]

How curious... You speak with the voice of a nirnroot, little one.

[ Not exactly, but the sound is close enough in his ears. At any rate, though he can't understand her in exact words, the look on her face speaks plainly enough. ]

If you have come from Caer Glaem — and this one cannot imagine why — you would do best to return there as quickly as possible, before you are noticed. If, however, you are like Khajiit — Shardbearers, they call us — and this world is not your home... Well, Khajiit supposes the scamps would have to treat you with some courtesy then.

[depicted]

[He takes Toby's hand in his, and he can't help but smile that smile of brilliant youth.] Well. This certainly must qualify as a 'new experience,' mustn't it?

of course.

[cinnamoned]

I'm new here myself. This....isn't exactly where I thought I'd end up, to be honest. But it's not so different from home. The Enchanted Forest, anyway. Storybrooke was much more modern, with less magic once we were....cursed there, initially. It's a long story.

[To say the least. Complex and complicated and she's not sure if anyone would really want to hear about all of that mess with Regina. But the girl does seem so excited and curious that Snow can't help being almost a little endeared to her already even as she shakes her head a little and takes a sip from her cup, one hand brushing her now longer hair back.]

[gleamed]

[ she brightens rather suddenly. ] Oh! Is that what it's called? A toaster! I would never have guessed that. I thought, maybe a recipe card holder, or a really weirdly shaped flower pot, but no! It's a toaster!

C-could you...show me how to use it? - Oh! There I go again - sorry. I'm Rapunzel.

[ she's still getting used to this whole 'meeting people' thing. ]

[gleamed]

[ it's not the first time rapunzel has heard the 'fairy tale' thing. ]

Sort...of? I mean, I've heard there's a story about a girl named Rapunzel with long hair - [ who lived in a tower, buuuut let's not mention that okay ] - but I'm sure it's just a coincidence.

[metalbends]

[ wow, okay, stop. toph puts up her hands. this is - well, honestly? it's unbelievable. it's some kind of weird dream, obviously. because zuko is rambling off about lost memories and magic and second chances, and none of it makes any sense to her. ]

A second chance at what, exactly?

[metalbends]

[ well, he gets points for knowing about earth rumbles... ]

Oh, yeah? [ she still doesn't know much about pro-bending, mostly because rules schmules and the aforementioned earth rumbles are more her style. but as long as she's got him here... ]

Okay, hot shot. Show me your stuff.

[atoned]

Being here!

[ if there was a fire around here, the flames would be shooting thickly right through the ceiling with how he projects that. it's obvious, isn't it? in zuko logic, it's as bright as fire against a black backdrop. ]

We messed up when we were first here. High-Queen Morla never tasked you with a quest, but maybe that's why — [ zuko just stops there. maybe that's why she left, as some sort of punishment for the both of them. but he sighs, the action calming that inner fire of his right into an ember until she chooses to spark it once again. ] It doesn't matter. You're back now.

[brainiest]

It's a relief that you weren't brought from - well. When you were my age? That would be... [ She shakes her head, looking over at Remus with a soft smile. She knows how he feels about being a teacher, she remembers her third year with blinding clarity (even with all the time travel) and she understands her mistakes and she's moved on from them. Instead, she lifts her head and settles down, trying to mask her emotions. ]

I'm good. I've been here six months, so I'm really settled and comfortable.

im not judging you for your slipup

[metalica]

[ Erik doesn't do much more than look at Charles, even with everything that's going on in his mind. It's like a suffocating weight around him and it's hard to breathe. He forces himself to calm down, to pretend that this is just another evening over drinks in Charles' study, as though the last decade has been wiped from their memories and they're two friends that are just spending time with one another before things go south fast.

The flames die down before Charles can be hurt and he runs a hand over his gauntlets, stroking the metal and feeling the familiar weight of them; he learns metal like he learns people and it's a cold comfort in the face of the rather discouraging situation.

His fingers are shaking and he curls them and forces himself to put out an image of calm confidence, his lips curling at the corners as he tries to pretend he's fine even when he isn't. Having Charles in front of him, better than he was, wiser, half the man he had been ten years ago and yet, somehow, twice as good, is unsettling. It's suffocating.

But Charles' smile is like being a dozen years younger.

I don't know. I haven't had much time to test. He shakes his head, eyes flickering over Charles' face. I've had other things on my mind. ]

[dressup]

[Yes, it's that bad. DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND THE CONCEPT OF LOVERS BEING SEPARATED BY WORLDS]

I'm sure we can, but isn't still heartbreaking? What if lovers never get reunited ever again?!

[So Unacceptable! Does she have a handkerchief with he- Yes, she does. Just to make sure she doesn't stream tears about this tragedy.]

But thinking with negativity never really works, does it? We should hope for the best in this situation.