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TEST DRIVE MEME #5
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! |
Jackson Whittemore | Teen Wolf | Unseelie
Another world, fairies, no thank you, it had to be some kind of whacked out dream. Brought on by the stress of the last few weeks.
He was losing it, however any cracks in Jackson Whittemore are on the inside only. Outward he is a glaring, sneering bundle of cocky, self entitled anger. There is not enough booze in this place to calm him down as the young man seethes with the emotions.
This would explain why he abandoned the party, refusing to accept fate as it was being told to him. He would find his own way out of this place ad get what he deserved. Because this definitely was not it. He was close now, nothing was going to stop him, not even this.
locket.
she tries to piece herself back together because she was pretty sure she would never see, or hear from, jackson ever again in her life... and she doesn't want to look like she's about to splinter when she faces him. she fixes her hair. she fixes her makeup - and notes that she needs to travel to the station again soon, or ask the fairies to fashion her some more lipgloss, as she's running out - and then... she flips her locket open. )
Jackson?
Re: locket.
He'll feel it. Deep into his soul but Jackson on the outside, the one the world sees squares his shoulder. Presses forefinger and thumb to the bridge of his nose, bright eyes slip closed. He lets out a slow sigh, if this is a dream it is getting more wrecked by the second and he would like to wake up.
Except in that deep secret part of him that is hidden sometimes even from himself. There, he wants at least Lydia being alright to be real. Then he wants to go home, get what he has been working for.
Should he play along, the locket hangs loose all this time. It is more than seconds, mere minutes yet it is a wait. Should he just admit verbally this is a dream, hope it vanishes.
Jackson does what he usually does finally, still in that pinched nose, eyes closed position.]
I drank way too much at the dance. Lydia, why are you in my dream?
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I'm sure it's not the first time.
( but her confidence is merely a farce, and the smile fades quickly. )
You aren't dreaming, Jackson. And the dance was a long time ago.
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Not dreaming? No, not possible. This had to all be in his head.
Besides what the hell did she mean the dance was a long time ago.]
Right and I just decided to keep wearing the bloody clothes long after the dance ended.
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It's the faeries. They don't care when in your life they pluck you from. And they don't care if it matches the people you know. ( lydia's lips form a fine line. ) Where are you? Have you figured out which court you're in yet?
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Faeries and courts, you really think I'm dumb enough to believe all this? Fine, I'll play along [Each word just about drips venom.]
The Crazy Folk said something about Unseelie.
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It's not a game, Jackson! ( her voice is more urgent, even a little snappy in tone. she doesn't have the patience to deal with how her emotions have been born instantly raw on top of trying to get him through this change. this big change, the next big change... )
You're nowhere near me. ( this fact, though, comes out more hushed. ) Be careful over there. They have -- well. There are a lot of dangers on the other side. ( sorry jackson but your princess is in another castle )
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Even if he does not want to. He goes silent, anger clearly rolling off him in massive waves.]
This is ridiculous. I'm supposed to believe we've been kidnapped by Tinkerbell.
[Well fuck you King Koopa.]
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( she can sense the way he's losing his temper, the way his patience wanes. she returns it with patience of her own, strong enough to weather the inevitable outburst. )
Actually, the imps on your end are much less like Tinkerbell than the ones over here. They're... Pushier. They don't care if you want to come or not. The Seelie use trickery and dreams and images to get its members to agree to coming here. Or direct approach, depending on the person...
If I don't use the fairy rings, it'll take me at least two weeks to get to you.
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[He did not want to believe any of this. Fuck this, he wanted to wake up and he wanted to wake up now. Jackson is bristling with anger and fear that he will not admit to.
Pushier she says, somehow he knew this was nice speak for they are going to fuck with you in every possible way.]
Just get the fuck over here, I don't know what is going on but this game is ending now.
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( her heart hurts and she worries for him, being over there alone with his temper how it is... but it's just not doable in an instant. and she doesn't know anyone who can teleport. )
I can pack and leave tonight, but I won't be there right away. And it won't be any faster to meet in the middle, either.