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Test Drive Meme #2 - Overflow
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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.
Hawke | Dragon Age 2
Hawke staggers, breath coming in sharp gasps, her daggers gripped tightly in gloved hands that hide the white knuckles beneath. The shift in location is… abrupt, and she pivots, sharply. Looking for anything familiar, but mostly the Arishok, considering he was trying very hard to kill her.
He’s not here. Neither are her compatriots. It’s just… a party. Which is absolutely not where she was. AT ALL. This isn’t the Viscount’s Keep. This isn’t Kirkwall. She doesn’t know where here is. But she is a battered, bloody mess, barely keeping on her feet, and in no shape for a party. Even if it apparently is being thrown, in part, for her. And others who have shown up the way she has.
This is all too much for Hawke, who had barely been holding it together and the only thing keeping her from falling apart had been the threat of impending death, and she grabs the nearest glass of something alcoholic and downs it. Then she repeats the process with a second glass. Then she goes and tries to clean up a little. Get rid of the blood. As much as she can. Make herself as presentable as is possible before she rejoins the party.
“Maybe he killed me,” she muses aloud, sounding oddly flippant about the whole thing as she sips at another drink. “Maybe this is a dying hallucination. Wouldn’t have expected it to be this much of a party, though.” Not that she’s died before. So it’s not like she’s speaking from experience.
When the Lawspeaker makes her announcement, telling them all that they can’t leave if they’ve eaten their food, Hawke is nursing yet another glass of wine, and it shatters in her grasp. NO. She is filled with… fury, and exhaustion, and grief, her mother’s voice sounding in her head, berating her for abandoning her sister. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Kidnapping? After everything, I get KIDNAPPED?”
It can’t be true. They can’t be dead. Bethany. Varric. Fenris. She doesn’t believe it. And she’s not going to let anyone stop her from getting back home.
But for now. It looks like she’s going to be here a while.
🦋 Chance at a Dance.
Hawke isn’t sure about the whole… dancing thing. After the news, she’s not exactly in the mood to carouse and celebrate, let alone dance. (Drink? Yes. Get into a fight? Also yes.) But there’s something about the music. It’s nothing familiar but it almost feels like it is. It’s upbeat and fun, and there’s a delightful familiarity to the person who’s taken her hand and led her out onto the dance floor.
It’s been a long time since she’s danced. Not that she probably SHOULD be, given the shape she was in when she arrived, but it's not like there's much else to do right now.
The slow music is… distracting. When the first few notes begin to play as the shift in music starts, she had had the thought to leave the dance floor, find another drink, and a corner to grumble in about the whole affair. Maybe try to leave. But that changes when the music shifts to something slow. Sultry. And the touch of her new dance partner’s hand sends warmth trailing up her arm, little sparks of electricity and something more.
And suddenly she has no desire to go anywhere. Instead she’s tugging them closer, gazing at them with heat in her violet-eyed gaze.
🦋 Flower Power. (cw: death, injuries, blood)
She’s never worn a corsage before. But Hawke has always liked flowers. It’s still a little reluctantly that she takes it, though. She’s a liiiiittle prickly about the whole kidnapping thing. (And the whole “oh your friends and family are all dead, too bad for you" bullshit.) She ends up with a rose the same purple as her eyes.
And almost IMMEDIATELY regrets it, which might be a record, as a memory, recent and all too cutting, is on display for all to see.
The moment the memory fades, Hawke is ripping the stupid rose off her wrist and grabbing yet another glass of wine. She hates this place so much.
🦋 GEIS.
UN: hawke
Does working off a family debt count as a gift? It got us into the city, so I suppose it was appreciated. At least a bit. Not that I had much say in the matter.
🦋 WILDCARD!
[Choose your own adventure! Her canon point is currently in the middle of the fight with the Arishok.]
Party
[They make a vague, frantic hand gesture at all this.]
If they're going to kidnap us, having the audacity to just announce it-
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party
Kidnapped, though. "At least it's not Greez's fault this time... no gambling debts to work off." That had sucked the last time, and he's not looking forward to being caught up by it again. No, it's just... something else. Someone else. They'd completed their mission and now had a new path set in front of them, only for it to have been ripped away by whoever these people are? And worse he doesn't know what became of Cere, Greez or Merrin. BD-1 beeps sadly at him. "I know, BD. We'll figure this out, okay?" He sighs to the droid, overhearing a young woman's outburst nearby.
"You're telling me. I thought I'd earned a little bit of a break."
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“Apparently neither of us have.” She isn’t surprised, though. It seems like it’s been one thing after another since they reached Kirkwall. Why wouldn’t it continue regardless of where she was. “Apparently we’ve earned ourselves a kidnapping instead.”