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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Damon Salvatore | The Vampire Diaries | Unseelie (returned)

[withbite]

Caer Scima

[He didn't recognize the imps as being familiar until he hauled himself out of the sack and the memories of being in Drabwurld before came rushing back.]

You have got to be shitting me.

[There was a feast going on, just like he'd remembered upon his last arrival, and Damon again snagged a bottle of something that would numb his senses while he mulled over being brought back here and the fact that he couldn't remember this place when he'd been back home. Maybe he hadn't been gone long? Maybe it had been a spell? Maybe he should just break a few necks until someone decided sending him home was a better idea than keeping him here.

He was sullen as he drank from the bottle, looking around and wondering if he'd see any familiar faces. Probably not. He hadn't been the most social little butterfly last time, being more concerned with Elena being here than anything. So enjoy a somewhat sulky, broody vampire bumming around the party and drinking from a stolen bottle, Unseelies.]

Locket

[Damon's drunk by the time he thinks to use the locket to check on who's here and who's not, but he gives whoever might be watching a smile.]

Seems you couldn't get enough of me. That's nice. Really. But see, I sort of have obligations back home, so unless you've got an Elena Gilbert stashed around here, I don't really care about this place. So, come on. Wave your magic wand and send me back. I can promise you don't want me somewhere I don't want to be. Bad idea.

Locket!

[baseborne]

[So... drunk guy. Drunk guy that's been here before? Hm. HMM.]

That's hardly like to work, is it?

Yeah... u know u want it. =|

[withbite]

Why not? They sent me back last time. They can do it again. If they say they can't, I know they're lying.

[This was Damon logic. It was flawless.]

MAYBE (yes)

[baseborne]

[Super skeptically:] And all you did was demand it?

[withbite]

Nope. Well, I did at first, but then they ignored that.

[So maybe a few trolls and imps had wound up dead. Oops?]

[baseborne]

I don't think the desires of any man mean much, in the end. ["Oops," he says.] They didn't even leave you in your old world once you'd been sent back.

[withbite]

Yeah, that's the part I'm sort of pissed off about. I'm not a yo-yo.

[And he had better things to do than play peek-a-boo and let's kidnap the vampire with imps and fairies.]

[baseborne]

[Oh boy. This is going to be a Stiles-esque conversation, isn't it?]

What is a "yo-yo," then?

[withbite]

[Yes. Yes it is.]

... Let me guess, you're from before yo-yos were a thing? Or maybe you're from that alien place like that other weirdo.

[Javik, he means you.]

[baseborne]

... Before. I would wager. [Based on everything Stiles has said, in any case.] You might be more specific about which... weirdo.

[withbite]

The alien one.

[That was as specific as he was going to get. He hadn't cared enough to remember more.]

So, anything interesting happen while I was gone? Let me guess, Tinkerbell and Frosty the Snowman got married.

[baseborne]

[Gods. He is just going to ignore most of that and focus on the intelligible part of the conversation.]

That depends entirely on when it is that you left. [But basically: LOTS.]

[withbite]

They don't exactly have calenders here, do they.

[Less a question and more a statement. Damon's going to pause in his sarcasm to take a healthy belt from the bottle.]

Probably nothing that important.

caer scima!

[boutant]

[ No, you've got to be shitting her. Ariadne may not squeak when she sees him, but she remembers him -- remembers that first feast, the game, the fact that he's a predator.

She's stronger now. But she's not vampire-strong. She has friends who are, though -- the Brucolac and Peter, vampir and werewolf respectively. Mages, warriors, elves, supersoldiers. She doesn't need his help with a crossbow, not like last time.

So when she spots him, Ariadne lifts her glass. Hi there, Damon. ]

[withbite]

[His brows lifted when he saw her, then a smile followed and he decided to swagger on over to where she was.]

Well, well, look at that. A familiar face. I see you've managed not to wind up dead since I left.

[It was debatable if he meant that to sound like a good thing or not.]

[boutant]

[ She lets him approach, standing her ground -- so to speak. Really she's staying seated, no longer as bothered by the imps and the goblins and the trolls as she once had been. ]

I wouldn't necessarily say I've been getting used to things, but I'm adapting.

[ Change is good. They're Unseelie, after all. ]

Welcome back.

[ She can be polite. ]

[withbite]

Adapt or die. It's a saying for a reason.

[He takes a sip from his bottle and leans against the table closest to her, swiping a pickle to munch on.]

What, no cake? No party hats? I'm wounded.

[No, he wasn't, but he did throw a fake pout her way.]

[boutant]

You gotta give a girl some warning, Damon.

[ Ariadne can't help laughing. Oh right, this is why she talks to him. ]

But there's cake over there.

[ She points toward some of the Ye Olde Cakes... though she really, really has to ask. ]

How does that even work? Cake, pickles, alcohol -- you live off blood, don't you?

[withbite]

Complicated magic stuff. The magic that keeps me animated [Woo, spooky fingers] needs blood to survive. As long as I'm tip top in those terms, I can function pretty normally. Well, better than normally, actually.

[Wink.]

[boutant]

Huh. That almost makes it sound more like a battery than food.

[ IGNORING THAT... ]

[withbite]

It sort of is. Without it, even with human food, we run down. Wear out. Stop. It's disgusting and I'd rather not go through that again. Which is why finding willing donors is such a necessity...

[And now he was turning the puppy eyes on her. Could she resist?]

[boutant]

[ Yes. ]

I've donated to another vampire -- not sure how much I have left.

[withbite]

[Clearly he'll have to pull out the big guns (when someone has the icons for it >>)]

Oh? Has someone been putting their pointy little fangs in that delicate neck? I think I'm jealous.

[boutant]

They don't go straight from the vein.

[ There are needles involved, which Ariadne doesn't mind. ]

Very polite of them, actually.

[withbite]

Enh, I've done the blood-bag thing before. It's like... fast food versus a good southern barbecue. Though, it's better than my brother's diet by far.

[He took another drink, intentionally licking his lips as he met her eyes again with a smirk.]

It always tastes sweeter from the source. Ninety-eight point six... mmm.