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[vitaelamorte]

JULY/AUGUST TEST DRIVE MEME
You're like an angel with no wings.





Prompt A: Serious Event

In each trip a character makes from their room, they will have one random encounter with a monster (or monsters) that will attack them. Fight, team up with others, run away if you think you can, but there are monsters. Everywhere.

Prompt B: Lighter Event

The mansion is gone and now we're all camping! Women on one side of the camp and men on the other with a large picnic area in between. It's like summer camp except there are no counselors. You are in charge of making your own food and fun. If you wander too far out in the woods, you'll just get lost and wind up at the campsite again. Make s'mores! Tell spooky stories! Have fun!
Prompt C: ediS rorriM

Peace has been restored to the mirror side with the White Queen ruling, but she does have a request: get to know one another, dear mirrors. She's hosting a 1990s dance party and you're all invited. Jam out to Spice Girls and mingle.

Prompt D: Choices

Any scenario goes! Thread out your character's arrival, have them act like a long-established resident, let our past events inspire your scene, or write up literally any Wonderland-based scenario you feel like playing with.

Rules

Test drive memes go up every other month. Please note that any threads made as part of the test drive meme don't count towards your activity check, and they can't be used as samples for any future applications. Thank you for understanding, and have fun!



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Comments

[twirlier]

Misty lit up with his accurate assessment and nods. "I figure it I can't be open about it here, where I can use magic in public and no one cares, where can I?"

Of course, one day she might learn how public Cordelia one day went with who and what they were, but as a girl burned at the stake for her talents, she is used to staying quiet. Until Wonderland.

"Another thing about this place I love. You can be yourself and no one cares. They even encourage it," she says with a soft sigh, head canting so that curls fall across her cheek.

"Everything that I wanted to ask is kinda dumb since you probably don't know. Did they succeed in killing off everyone they were trying to. Did anyone stop them?" She pauses then, making a face because the one answer he might have the answer for is intrusive as all get out, but she can't help herself. "Why did they kill you?"

She snorts though at his commentary on perspective. "I've been the villain a lot to people. Which I find funny, especially since I failed at being the hero."

[itchtokill]

"My sister is, as well. And I should have been," There's a very obvious hint of bitterness in that comment. "But my parents had other ideas. Their intentions were good at the beginning, I s'pose, making my siblings and I vampires to protect us, but it lost it's good points when they decided we were monsters and needed to be abolished."

That's only the tip of the iceberg of the Mikaelson family history, but it's quite the banger of a kick-off.

"It is a bit freeing, innit? I haven't always quite hidden who or what I am, but there is a certain level of discretion that comes inherent with my nature. It all disappears in a place like this."

There's a soft scoff and a shake of his head at her further questions. "Well...they certainly killed the lot they were going for. Being one of the first of my kind, every vampire made by me, or someone in my sire line, was connected to me. Magically linked to my life. So, when I died, so did countless others. Which is what they wanted... it was a complicated mess, they were seeking something and the map to find it could only be completed if the brother murdered enough vampires to do it. Instead of taking the time to do it the old fashioned way, they took the quick route and went after me, got all in one fell swoop."

He shrugs a little and picks at the grass. "I haven't talked much with my sister about what happened after. Dunno how much she knows about that time of events." Given that Freya was probably still in the middle of her last century-long nap and none of them had even known she was still alive at the time. It didn't seem like the sort of thing to go asking her for too many specifics about. Whatever the answers were, they would probably only anger him further, anyway.

"I'll tell you a secret." He leans over to whisper almost conspiratorially, "I was never any good at that part either."

[twirlier]

"You..."

She pauses, knowing he's not done and yet caught up in those words. She hasn't encountered anyone that should have been a witch, especially not a guy. It is unheard of in her world, and yet and exciting turn of events here.

And then he goes on.

So many questions are on the tip of her tongue, many of which may show in the way she leans forward, eyes narrowing as her gaze came to focus on his mouth, staring intently and with the sort of wonder a child might show.

"Never heard of a male witch in my world. Kind of neat to meet one now," she admits, not willing to see him otherwise. "Though... you're my first vampire. They talk about them all over New Orleans, but I've never met one. Not that I knew."

Because it's New Orleans, and who knows just when she's known one and never saw a clue of it. Maybe she should be more nervous, if he is all the legends and myths speak of, and there she is alone with him in the woods, away from everyone and everything - for as much as there is everything in Wonderland. She's not though. Not with her own gifts, and because until he gives her a reason to worry, she's not getting the sort of bad vibes from him she has from others.

So much of what he tells her about though has her pausing, giving him that curious look once more that covers more than seeking the fangs she expects to see behind his lips.

"Your entire line," she repeats, eyes narrowing. "Enough... How many was enough?" Because that seems less intrusive to ask than how old he is. It's rude, right?

[itchtokill]

"Never?" He's shocked by that statement, and it's all over his face as much as it is coloring his words. "I'll admit, most of the better ones I've ever known were women, I think as a whole you're just more meticulous about the craft than most of us, but...it's certainly not an exclusively women sort of thing, where I'm from." He can't fathom it, absolutely no men with magic. How weird.

A smirk finds its way onto his lips. "New Orleans? God, I haven't been there in years. My family practically founded the city." And from the sounds of it, they found their way back.

"I don't know, hundreds might've done him well enough, I'm not sure what it would have taken to complete the map, exactly. And there's real way to calculate how many went out when I did. I'm over a thousand years old and I wasn't exactly picky about who I turned. Me, all the people I turned, all the people those people turned, so on and so on...It's easily in the hundreds of thousands, gone in a blink, up in flames...with absolutely no clue why, and no connection to anything that was happening."

He doesn't talk about it much, he doesn't think most people would even believe him if he did, but it bothers him. Not just dying, but everything that went with it. The others that were gone, like they, and their lives, meant nothing. He knows it's a completely hypocritical sort of thing for him to be angry about. He's killed an uncountable number of people through the centuries himself, and he didn't care about them. Or their lives. Or the people he'd ripped them from, who were left behind to deal with their deaths. But something about the Gilberts being hailed as the good guys. The ones who always did the right thing. It felt worse, and got under his skin. At least he didn't hide the monster he was from the world.

[twirlier]

She almost looks sheepish at that, shrugging one shoulder. "It might be a thing at the Academy, which is where I met most of the other witches I knew. Some of the voodoo ladies had gentleman they worked with, and before the Academy I didn't know many. I was living in New Orleans but I come from on of the parishes outside the city and trust me. If you're a witch there, you don't talk about it or you... well, you're definitely going to deal with a stake and fire. Trust me."

Her tones darken as she talks about that, still remembering the feel of the fire on her skin quite acutely.

That anger though fades a bit, visibly rocking back at that admission of his age. Blinking at him, knowing that it isn't something she'll see, that she can just suddenly have a veil drop and see a thousand years in that boyish face. Even if, being honest, she's fairly certain she can see it in his eyes.

"I'm sorry for your loss, and for theirs," she says, barely more than a murmur but no less heartfelt for it. "Is that... you were burned too?" It's a standard way for witches, but she's never heard of it for vampires. But then who believes the legends and myths. So many were the truth mingled lies. Some hilarious. Some terrifying, more so than the people they're made up about.