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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.
@ valle (flower power)
She's still not sure how Laura will respond to anything she says, so she's treading lightly, finding it easier to focus on making sure Laura's okay than thinking about her own riled-up feelings. But when she gets that reaction, her pensive expression relaxes into a startled smile as she reaches up to touch the white streak, almost like she'd forgotten it was there.
There's a story about it, and it's not a good one, but she's not going to say that. And, anyway, it's sort of grown on her too.
"Yeah? Thank you. But you should see what it looks like when I pull it straight back." She wrinkles her nose a little, but it's an amused, teasing gesture. "I look a little bit like a skunk."
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"Skunks are cute," she answers with a shrug, and with the blessed naivety of a person who has never had to smell them. She's only seen them in cartoons at the motels, or pictures in books, never seen them in real life. She is also a Certified Animal Lover, there are very few creatures on this or any other planet she wouldn't High-key Try To Pet. The beautiful thing about having such an insane healing factor is you can be real ballsy about stuff that might want to bite your entire hand off.
Not that anyone has let her get so bold with anything truly dangerous — except the dragon, of course. She felt bad about fighting the dragon. It was cute, too, except for all the trying to murder her friends parts.
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Anyway, the small smile is definitely noticed just as much as Laura’s guarded expression has been. Rogue understands it. She’s suspicious of everyone she doesn’t know in this place too. Sort of hard not to be when you’re dropped in a strange place by fae.
“Is someone looking out for you here?” She doesn’t realize Laura’s probably more than capable of looking after herself if she needs to, or how much the fae will provide for them. So, of course, she’s concerned that a 12 year old is wandering around here, being exposed to strangers’ horrific memories on top of her own, and not being fed anything that resembles something nutritious to boot.
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Instead, she says, "Si. There's a man here called Erik. He's like us."
Like us — she's assuming Rogue is a mutant, just based on that vision she witnessed. John and Bobby both are, and she knows them both — or, at least, she's heard of them both, so this woman probably is also. John doesn't seem like the type to know very many humans. The fact that she hasn't mentioned she's one too until now escapes her notice; either way, now it's out there.
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She's less glad about what she is told.
Rogue already knows Erik's around, thanks to John and his big mouth, so she's at least able to temper her reaction. Still, she can feel her pulse start to speed up and that familiar rushing starting in her ears, the one that drowns everything else out when she's subjected to a particularly horrific memory that doesn't belong to her. Pressing her lips together, she forces herself to inhale, to focus on something other than thinking about that night on Liberty Island. Focuses on what else Laura's said.
"You're a mutant?"
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Of all the memories Laura could have witnessed that belong to Rogue, it's for the best she didn't see the one she's reliving now. Having her relatively naive worldview surrounding Erik shatter right now would be devastating, particularly given all her very recent father issues. Watching one die is one thing; having another turn out to be the villain in someone else's story would be more complicated. He's tried to reinforce with her that he's not as good as she thinks he is, but the message hasn't really sunk in.
Something to address later, maybe.
"Si," she nods softly, flickering her eyes out to the rushing crowd around them — and then back again, to the kind woman with the pretty hair. "There are some more of us here."
A pause, and then curiosity gets the better of her.
"You are, too." Right? Did she guess correctly? "What do you do?"
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She smiles gently and nods. Normally, Rogue wouldn’t be comfortable announcing her mutant status to a complete stranger, never mind sharing what it is she does. It’s bad enough that, if any records from the Cure centers survived, she’s probably on a list somewhere. A giant red bullseye about a mutant who can steal the powers of other mutants, along with potentially sensitive memories that they otherwise might not want to share.
But Laura’s a child, and a mutant child at that, and it doesn’t feel like quite the same thing.
“You’re right. I… um.” It’s not as easy as saying she’s telepathic or can shoot laser beams from her eyes. And she doesn’t want to scare Laura off either by saying that her skin will hurt her.
“When I touch people — skin-to-skin — I borrow their powers. It’s why I wear gloves.” She lifts a hand, wiggling her fingers.
If she wants to get technical, she could probably call herself a power mimic. Sort of. With some extra bells and whistles. “But I don’t do that without permission.” It’s added so Laura doesn’t think she’s going to intentionally try to take her abilities.
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"I know you," she declares suddenly, confidently — before dropping to one knee and shrugging her backpack off of her shoulders. There's a quick, thorough rummaging through little colorful paper booklets, until she finds the one she's looking for. Some quick page-flipping, and then she holds up a picture from one of her comics. "This is you? You knew Logan and Charles."
Or is that bullshit? She's never sure, anymore. Not since Logan told her they were made of lies — but Eden was true. Some things were true. Rogue is true.