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Test Drive Meme #2 - Overflow
🦋 Expand for Test Drive #2 Prompts
🦋 Introduction
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🦋 The Party
You wake up at a party.
You're not sure how, exactly, you got here. You may have just been walking in the woods or at a meeting for work or doing any other normal activity for you. But you know you weren't supposed to be at this party, you're fairly certain.
Anyone you ask about it will say the party is for you. You and the others also waking up and looking confused. Further questions will lead to the partygoers insisting you have something to eat. You're starving and others are eating the food without repercussion, so you figure there's no harm in a bite. You finish your portion.
It's a garden party at the crack of dawn, with the sun still in its early stages of climbing through the yonder, casting a good mix of pastel hues of blue, pink, and beige on everything. Heralding the first day of spring, the Ruler of the Spring Court has found it fitting to arrange this gathering where guests can feel the blades of grass touching their ankles, as well as the rich soil beneath their feet. Flowers of all kinds surround the party as if they were carefully curated. With spring as the "dawn of seasons," which marks a transition from winter's latency to the resurgence of life everywhere, the Ruler of the Dawn Court has also seen it fit to host aspects of this party during the one time of the year that dawn occurs the whole day. Tall candles and torches grace the outskirts of the garden party, providing warmth and an orange glow everywhere. Not one flame goes out even with the occasional wind, the Duchess always makes sure of this.
There are also freshly picked blossoms and branches with leaves on every table accenting the festive spread of food and drinks. This time, a lot of the food prepared for the Adopted guests are familiar to them with a little bit of a twist. Burgers might come in small packages and in toothpicks, while hotdogs in buns are also diminutive. Cookies look delectable but they have a flowery flavor to them, as if eating freshly picked daisies or daffodils. Fruits that may have been present in an Adopted's home, such as pineapples and watermelons, have seeds in odd places. Picking this selection of food is an attempt to be more welcoming and to appease the lovely guests the fae have invited.
As the party winds down and everyone's eaten, a tall, stately woman stands up and speaks. You feel her voice more than hear it.
I am the Lawspeaker of the Fae, elected by Seelie and Unseelie alike, and you are all, now, subjects of Faerie. You cannot leave this realm once you have eaten our food, and even if you could, there is no saying how much time has passed back where you're from. Your loved ones are likely dead, your problems have likely played out. We require assistance in various matters, and each of you has been chosen for your talent and skill. You will be adopted by one of the Seelie or Unseelie Courts based on your strengths and personality. Your Court will decide what to do with you from there.
As suddenly as she stood, she sits back down.
🦋 Chance at a Dance
A party is not complete without dancing, of course, and while during the last gathering held for the Adopted, different fae danced to music exclusively for them around a glowing tree, this time they are insisting their guests to join in.
This is a party for you, after all.
If the prodding of the different fae hosts won't convince you, perhaps the music will. They play easily recognizable tunes that their wonderful guests must have heard before. These melodies have certain unique effects to their mortal attendees, which are as follows:
- Upbeat Music: You will believe that you and your dance partner have been friends forever and have known each other a long time.
- Romantic Music: You will become amorous and flirtatious towards your dance partner.
- Slow Music: You will develop some tension with your dance partner. It may be negative or sexual; completely up to you.
- Quiet Music: You will assume your dance partner is a threat and try to fight them.
🦋 Flower Power
At the Spring King's behest, every Adopted should wear a flower corsage or boutonnière to the gathering. After all, this is to celebrate the coming of spring and what better way to do that than to honor everything in bloom.
The thing is, though, the King of Spring, while amorous and friendly, also has a penchant for playing with mortals' memories, if not also affect their desires and despairs.
So, mischievous as he is, he made sure to enchant the different flowers present in every corsage and boutonnière for the party with the effects below:
- Rose: You will recall a horrific trauma
- Carnation: You will see a vision of your future, whether it's good or bad
- Orchid: You will remember a time you lost someone
- Chrysanthemum: You will believe someone among the Adopted is your soulmate
- Dahlia: You will believe you betrayed someone important to you, whether you actually did or not
It is perhaps a good thing that no one but the Adopted are allowed to see these visions and memories, but everyone who wears a corsage or boutonnière will be able to see each other's memories and visions when in close enough physical proximity to the vision-haver, for better or for worse.
🦋 GEIS
You feel a vibration in your pocket sometime after the Lawspeaker addresses everyone. When you search for the source, you will pull out your Leaf, the device the Fae use to stay in touch with each other. Anyone who's used a smart phone will easily recognize how it works.
Greetings, Adopted. This is your Lawspeaker.
Tell us all of a time you gave someone a gift. Perhaps a bouquet of flowers or a box of chocolates. Was it appreciated or not? A reward might await the most meaningful gift given.
Andros
On duty for what? [huffs Javert acridly, peering through his thick fingers.] Galvanizing my innards to blow, or my head to cave in with this wretched migraine? This is a ballroom, not a regimental depot for the Tirailleurs.
[There is no way in all the nine hells or eight Fae-birthed courts that Andros can recognize the French army regiment Javert mentioned. Andros will have to make do with more confusion. There's the whoosh of an exhale, a tired, drawn-out hiss through his jaws. He self-soothes with a mental count down from ten, dix, neuf, huit, sept...
He gives his temples a final, firm massage, grits his teeth, and straightens to his full, stiff posture. The cup comes to his mouth for a final sip, and then he thinks better of drinking more, setting the vessel down behind him.
Javert's tone cools considerably when he speaks again, his eyes downcast to match his deepening, apprehensive frown. His excessive weariness creeps back into his manner.]
That was thankless of me. I was quite cross and out-of-sorts, besides. Then you came rolling in with your irons burning hot, and I barked back.
You will call me Javert, monsieur. Tell me now what a respectable military man is doing on duty at a Faerie-Ball.
Re: Andros
[It took the red ranger to realize and remember that Javert probably has no idea what kind of military person he is.]
This kind of situation? Kind of my specialty. Honestly, I'm a little nervous as to why they let me in here armed.
[Andros? Probably did not look armed, wearing a grey uniform with a red shirt and insignias, the only other thing on him was a couple of devices strapped to either wrist.]
I.....probably should have at least offered you a towel or something. Instead of coming on all.....hot as you said. Sorry. I'm Andros.
[Andros paused, finally looking at the man and realizing that.....he probably wasn't okay.]
You alright?
no subject
No. And I will tell you, the drink will not make it more 'all right' this quick.
[He does skirt a tentative glance Andros's way, nonplussed. What does he mean that this kind of situation was his speciality? It must have something to do with this absurd 'abduction' idea. The longer he turns it over in his head, the more perplexed he becomes.]
Let me stew in this vile mess. I can sort it out when I have the means to do so. What is this about an abduction? I was not abducted.
no subject
Yeah, I could have told you that. [He kind of figured Javert was trying to make himself forget, hence the drink. But, maybe he was wrong. Andros wasn't exactly a student of human emotion.]
What do you mean you weren't abducted? Do you normally live here? I was taken from a space ship. With extremely good security I might add.
no subject
All right, slow down. You may as well be speaking Sanskrit to my ear, with whatever garbled nonsense you are spouting.
[He gathers in a deep breath. His lungs ache; of course they do, after what they've been through. He coughs on the exhale.]
I remember nothing about an abduction. I do remember rendering my choice in the matter forfeit. The Fae were welcome to have me, so far as I was concerned.
no subject
To be fair I'm not understanding a whole lot of what you're saying either. What planet is Sanskrit spoken on?
[The red ranger arched an eyebrow, slowly coming to the conclusion that maybe, just maybe, this guy had absolutely no idea what a space ship was. But he was still a little naive and not quite understanding what Javert was saying.]
What do you mean? Rendering your choice in the matter?
no subject
Be quiet a moment and let me gather my thoughts. We are all scrambled in a heap of misunderstandings and getting nowhere.
[He mutters lowly, as if speaking to himself,]
Men do not have a choice what happens to them after their deaths. Surely you will agree with me on one fact, out of the whole mess.
no subject
And then everything made sense. He had died.]
Oh.
[That seemed like a poor thing to say. He should probably come up with something else. And disagreeing with him and that he had seen some people come back from the dead was probably not going to help the mans headache. That explained a few things.]
I'm sorry.
cw: emeto, drowning, death in brackets
Or a madman.
(But it cannot be. He remembers how it feels to have the breath siphoned from his lungs, how the rapids battered his body to tatters. He remembers in sharp relief the gagging, the pain, the convulsions, the darkness and light, the mounting distance between himself and his body...)
He squeezes his eyes shut, then pries them open again. Nothing has changed. He is still a guest in the Faerie Court, he cannot hear any nurses, cannot feel any straps confining him to a bed, and he has gone nowhere different.
Abruptly, Javert straightens, fighting against the heaviness descending upon his shoulders. He stifles his sway.]
That does it.
I have lost my mind. Somewhere between thither and hither I suffered an aberration, and there is nothing to be done about it.
[And he scoops up his cup again and takes a good wallop of a swig.]
no subject
[Andros sounded pretty adamant about that fact.]
These people have the ability to take people from death, or the bring of death. They've taken people from different worlds, different universes, and different places in time. There's someone here from twenty years in my future. Whoever or whatever these people are? They have power. But your mind? Is still your own.
[This was probably easier to accept when someone had been fighting monsters the size of skyscrapers since he was a teenager. And he guessed/ Javert had not been doing that. In fact, he looked, really, really bad.]
I'd say you have to believe me but you don't have to do anything. But I do think this place would be a little worse if you convinced yourself you were insane. You are not delusional, you are not hallucinating.
no subject
He cradles what's left of his drink over his lap.]
You are right. A madman would not call himself mad. You, though, you speak as if you have experience with the fickle ways of this Court. More than myself, and I am quite sure I was not whisked away until recently.
So I must ask. How long have you been here with the Faeries?
no subject
I've been here a month. Long enough to get to know my way around. But, like I said, while I'm relatively new here? This isn't my first experience with this kind of situation. Or these kinds of beings.
And no
[Andros answers a little softly.]
Someone who is mad would not call themselves such.