test drive meme.

[fablemods]

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away... You snap awake with a sudden jolt, the sounds of nature surrounding you. The ground is warm beneath your hands, a press of fabric under your head. Sit up. Look around. This isn't where you fell asleep. Not even close to it. But with no one around you, answers as to how you got there in the first place are a little beyond your reach for now. If you decide to head off, don't forget your bag. You'll want that if you plan on making it out here. If you want to survive. And if you don't want to move, well...good luck. There's a shadow on the prowl. A rustle of leaves, a snap of twigs. Glowing eyes in the distance... -------------------- Characters find themselves waking up on the bare ground (or a bed if they're very lucky), a leather pack beneath their head, and entirely alone. It's not where they fell asleep that night. Isn't even close. The sky is the wrong shade, the ground isn't quite right. The only note of familiarity are the clothes on their back. Searching through their pack, characters will find a change of clothes, a few food rations, and something personal to them. They'll also find a pouch of wooden coins and a shard of mirror. Before they get a real chance to investigate those items though, they'll hear a rustle in the distance. The sounds of something moving around. It's their cue to get moving too. And somehow, all characters find their feet guiding them in the same direction. Off towards the Great Lake, less than ten minutes walk away, no matter where on the island they first woke up. Welcome to the island of Leutheria. Welcome to the Fablelands test drive. Above is an arrival prompt that players are welcome to use to introduce or test out any characters they are interested in bringing to the game. Below is an on-going event that takes place throughout the first two weeks of a character's arrival.(Though the wolf will still remain a constant presence on the island for the months to come). And of course, you are free to use this post for any other prompts you wish to use, or mirrorshard conversations too. All threads are able to be used as game canon, providing both players agree to it, and can ultimately be used for bonus AC if you wish to. If you have any questions, please direct them to the FAQ. And without further adieu, let's get on with the show! premise | faq | locations | wishing well | taken | reserves | applications | hiatus/drop | bonus ac

Once upon a time, in a land not so far away... You wake to the feeling of being watched. Of a set of unfamiliar eyes, of warm breath on the back of your neck. A jolt back to the land of the living, and it's gone. No matter how quick you are, how sneaky, the source of the disruption has long since disappeared, so you have no choice but to try and ignore it. To continue on with your day and try to set that moment of strangeness aside. You eat, drink, speak with others. Perhaps you explore a little. Whatever it is you choose to do for the day, that feeling from the morning won't return. And by the time the sun sets and the moon glows brightly above, you've likely set those moments of strangeness aside. It's not like it's anything new, after all. It's the same again for the next few days. No better, no worse. Something best ignored, right? A speck of blood on the doorframe. That wasn't there before, was it? A snap of twigs in the distance. A crunch of leaves. Claw marks gouged deeply into the door. Into the wall above your bed. Scraps of red fabric, turned darker with blood. Pieces of fur. Of flesh. Do you run and hide? Do you fight? Whatever you choose, it's definitely time to make sure your body parts aren't scattered next... ...what a horribly big mouth you have. -------------------- Since first waking up on the island, characters have been stuck with that feeling of being watched. It isn't a constant. Isn't more than a few seconds at a time, dotted throughout the day. Investigation has never turned up much, and there's never been any sightings of the cause of it all. Until now. Throughout the first half of the week, characters will find themselves suffering from that feeling of being watched on a far more constant basis. Rather than it being a one-off, few seconds occurrence each day, that feeling will last for minutes at a time, and on multiple occasions. However, it isn't until the fifth day that they'll start stumbling across physical signs of their monitoring. There are claw marks on doors. Spots of blood on the paths outside. A crack of twigs in the forests, or the imprint of bloodied paws in the snow. Ten days in and those signs start finding their way indoors. Wet footprints, tinged with red. Claw marks in the walls, the floor. Torn sheets and the smell of wet...something. Whatever it is that's been watching you, its finally decided to come and say hello. Two weeks in and characters will begin to have sightings of the creature, its fur dark and its eyes a glowing yellow. At times it looks like a wolf, prowling in the distance. At other times, it's walking on its hind legs, almost human were it not for the muzzle full of gleaming sharp teeth. Get too close, and it slips away like a shadow, gone between one blink and the next. It decides when to reach out to characters, not the other way round. It's after characters finally get a good look at the creature that it starts leaving...gifts. Characters will start to find familiar items from their home worlds amidst the mess. The remains of a childhood pet, perhaps. Photographs of loved ones, faces torn almost beyond recognition. It's only once it delivers its final gift that the creature retreats to the trees again: a blood-splattered item of clothing that clearly belongs to the person the character misses the most at the time, alive or dead. [credit 1 & credit 2]

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[wearenotdoinggethelp]

"My Father is dead."

As a tiny explanation. Maybe.

"My Lady"

The calm is back. So are manners. Mild. Charming to many a woman and man.

To her? Surely no longer.

"If I am relieved of my duties, let me but stay as your honest admirer, if you be true."

[aworldanew]

"I'm sorry," she says to the first part, and it sounds sincere, as sincere as an apology from a stranger can.

Then she considers him, and his offer, for a moment, before she smiles. Maybe he's a bit unsteady, but she's dealt with much worse even in the last months, Thor's temper flares and shouting, Odin's cold matter-of-fact cruelty, the demeaning way the social climbers of Asgard treat their Midgardian servants. If he wasn't talking about a world that looked like one she knew through a funhouse mirror, she might dismiss him, but -- she's curious.

And she's hesitant to dismiss anybody in this weird situations; they could be valuable, for information, for a hostage, for whatever she can make use of them for. More valuable than if she let them wander away into the forest, at least.

"I haven't had many admirers lately," she says, a more honest statement than her joking tone makes it sound like, though maybe the way her hand goes to twist her wedding ring around her finger gives away some of the sincerity. "And we both seem to be out of our respective places, so I'd be glad to have some company while trying to figure things out."

[wearenotdoinggethelp]

"The honour is all mine, to be at the side of such a Lady."

He reaches for her hand, to try and kiss it.

Manners, yes, but if Eir lets him, he may even be so bold as to 'reach', though his soul is yelling at him not to reach her, this Eir, not to reach. Warning.

But God of Mischief would ignore a warning, sane as the warning is. Would probe. That is, if the touch will happen to allow that, then he would weave into. Then.

Then he would briefly look through the window, into Eir's memory. Only if she lets him touch her hand.

[aworldanew]

Sigyn was among the highest ranks of the Midgardian socialites, once upon a time. It means almost nothing, compared to Asgard -- but her manners haven't entirely deserted her, and she's trying to keep the only person around as a temporary ally if she can. She offers her hand with a smile that freezes on her face.

Mindreaders aren't something that exists in the Yggdrasil system, at least that she knows of. She has no way to stop him from seeing her past; anything he looks for is there for the taking. Months of maneuvering herself as a servant, being treated as little better than furniture on the three-month train journey between Midgard and Asgard, as she and the others in the resistance planned quietly amongst themselves; before that, leading the resistance, watching friends and allies slowly dwindle until the bulk of the work was on her shoulders. Back further, years of mourning, grief and pain and rage at the loss of her wife; and then before that, Loki, her Loki, alive, working side-by-side to disrupt Asgard's tyranny, building things, living their lives together with so much love.

It takes a moment to regroup herself, and then she pulls her hand away, stepping back, her face hard and uncertain, her arms wrapping tightly around herself. "What was that?" she asks, slowly, resisting the urge to turn and run straight into the unknown, because who knows what might be waiting there.

[wearenotdoinggethelp]

What he sees when he reaches inside are images, single scenes. This - this would've made less sense than it does now, had it not been for the fact that he, in this realm, so recently - yonder? - has met Loki, had met another Loki, the Loki of hers, sharp, dark, frightening, and alive. That gives him enough understanding to-- understand, perhaps. Mayhaps.

Inhale. Exhale. He's too shaken, just from this, but that is not all, as it brought the reminder of that Loki's mind, disturbing, displeasing, one he very much misliked to see I was not forced to see it, the decision was my own--- foolish decision

Inhale. Exhale. "Eir"'s question registers, barely.

With a shudder, Loki utters, "Glad tidings. Of your life being alive. Two Loki met, without even an end of the world."