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TDM #2 - March/April 2025

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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.

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"So who do you know?" she asked distractedly as she searched the crowd. Her head - and even a part of her heart - didn't want someone she knew to be here. If she knew them, there was a good chance she cared about them and she didn't want anyone she cared about to be in this mess. But a rebellious part of her heart also didn't want to be alone. She'd been alone for too long.

She brought her attention back to the young man as she sighed. If there had been a person, they were now lost to the crowd of unhappy people.

"And it only counts if you knew them before whatever this is."

"Magneto." John responds casually, his glare dissipating to a pointed glance directed at her. Technically, this version of Magneto who's currently in this place is someone he doesn't know prior to his arrival, but this woman doesn't know that.

He suspects she doesn't even know who he is, actually. Not that he himself knows who this woman is.

"Guessing you're another one of the many people they just kidnapped, huh?"

"You know Erik," she said. She'd been paying attention to him, but now her focus narrowed in on him as a person. He was a mutant. That was a given. She knew Erik had been attempting to live a normal life, but it wasn't within the United States and this kid was definitely American. He also wasn't one of the ones from the school. She'd been training the older students long enough to recognize most of the students by sight, especially the older ones.

So maybe Erik had started gathering mutants after he'd left the school this last time. She wasn't sure what to think about that. He'd seemed to be in a better place, but she knew how volatile his emotions could be. Calm one moment and trying to kill her the next. But she also knew that Charles's school wasn't the best option for everyone. Especially adults.

"One minute I was in New York and the next I was here."

"I know him. Left those X-nerds for him. Close friends with him now," He punctuates that one word with a bit of mischief, as if implying something else, just to get a reaction from this woman he's currently trolling. It's not lost on him that this is another Probably An Old Person From His Time Who's Young Now And Knows Magneto type of situation like with Charles and Hank. So, for a second, he racks his brain for a name he can pin to this woman. So far none.

"So, who the hell are you if you know him, too? Gotta say, after Baldy and Dr. Blue, I'm kinda expecting every old person from my time to show up looking like babies." He fishes out his lighter and begins playing with it, analyzing this woman as he tries to figure out who she actually is.

The future, she realized. He was from the future. He had to be if he were talking about leaving the X-Men. "We are old," she pointed out. "By your standards. I might not look like it, but I'm in my fifties." She wasn't sure how old exactly. Charles had guessed - and she'd agreed later - that she was probably a little younger than he was, but by no more than a couple of years.

Baldy and Dr. Blue. Erik and Hank, she'd have to guess. Her shoulders relaxed just a little. It was good to know. They did look young for their age, she supposed. So did Erik.

"A friend of Erik's," she mused. Possible. Becoming something more than someone he looked after or worked with was hard, though.

"I grew up with Charles." Charles considered them brother and sister. But her feelings as she'd grown up had changed. His had not, much as she'd tried to get him to see her differently. "And then I left with Erik, too. I was the first." Angel had come, too, of course, but it had been different than Raven's leaving.

"I suppose you might know me as Mystique." Her skin and clothes scaled as she transformed from this form back into this form. No need to let everyone know what she could do.

John watches her change form and it surprises him. To be fair, it really shouldn't, not when Charles, Erik, and Hank are all here looking like they're in their thirties to forties. He backs away a little, eyes narrowing in replace of his earlier surprise.

"You're the Blue Lady? The one flirting with Magneto back in my time?"

He feels an incoming headache as he tries to piece together these old people's relationships, especially when she said she grew up with Xavier.

"How did you grow up with Xavier when you're really against him? We- I mean, the X-nerds kept fighting you because you kept doing crimes." They're all for the sake of mutantkind, to be fair, but she's dangerous and can't be trusted. At least, in his time. Is she also a softie during her younger years like Magneto? Did he just get the worst versions of them back home?

"You didn't have friends you disagreed with?" she retorted after noting the way he'd quickly changed from 'we' to 'X-nerds'. She was willing to bet he'd had friends in the school. "None of us - not me, not Charles, and not Erik - agree entirely on what is the best way forward. And we've all leaned closer to one of the others over the course of the last few decades. But I'm not 'against' Charles any more than I'm 'against' Erik."

Her lips twitched a little. "I'll bet you've never thought of the morality of the telepath taking over people's minds. It might not be a technical crime, but it can be even worse than anything I've ever done."

She'd roughed people up, but she'd never killed anyone. Barring the one time she'd come close. Charles's power was incredibly invasive. Enough so that she'd had to create a boundary when she was young so that he wouldn't just look into her mind. And then she had to trust that he'd keep his word.

"What makes you think I liked Xavier? That's why I fucking left him." John spits out like venom, his brows furrowing into a glare. He doesn't really think all the mind reading the telepath has been doing is ethical in any way either, not that he knows if Xavier has been doing that a lot or not. But judging from Raven's anecdote, he might as well be.

"Joined Magneto because he, at least, promised something will be done to all the humans who like killing us and experimenting on us." And while the Magneto he came to know here is trying to forge a better path for all of them, he still doesn't agree on the whole coexistence thing. But Erik has managed to reach out to him here, and for that, he has John's loyalty.

Rolling his eyes, John's anger dissipates a smidge. "Anyway, we're not so different. You left him to join Erik. I did, too. You're still with him back in my time."

"I didn't say that Charles was your friend," she pointed out. "He was your teacher. I don't remember making great friends with my teachers." She was different. She was less a teacher and more of a leader. And still she didn't think she was going to be very close with the younger generation. There was too much of an age gap between the two groups. Maybe in another ten or twenty years.

She frowned when he said that she was still with him.

"You mean back with him. He left. He tried to save a mutant and then got arrested. He was in a secure facility underneath the Pentagon for nearly a decade before Charles broke him out. We haven't been together since."

They'd worked together, but only when the first mutant appeared. And then he'd left again.

John wants to retort that she did say friends he disagreed with that's why he came to that conclusion, but it's far more interesting to imagine this version of Erik imprisoned under the Pentagon. Talk about badass. He's not surprised he ended up there, to be fair. He's just impressed at how hard Magneto goes, no matter when he's from.

That even during his own time, the man also broke out of jail. Prison break's probably just another Tuesday for him.

"Well, I guess you guys are just endgame like that, huh? Always ending up back in each other's arms like some sappy romance novel."

But there's a part of her story that actually piques John's interest more. "Why would Xavier break him out? Never thought Baldy would do something illegal like that."

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