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Test Drive Meme #3

TDM #3 - May/June 2025
🦋 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 another garden party near a large hedge maze in the middle of the night. With his penchant for games the Ruler of the Spring Court decided it would be nice to hold an actual game for all the Adopted present. None of that dreidel game a couple of parties ago. This time, he wants more spectacle with higher stakes. Forced to participate and host aspects of this gathering as well, the Ruler of the Dark Court wanted nothing to do with this, so he figured his participation in itself is for the party to happen at night, during his rule, when his mood is at its most pleasant.

Of course, there is no shortage of light sources such as candles and torches, much to the Earl's chagrin, as well as no shortage of food. This time, the fae decided to try their hand on some pasta. They heard it's a good delicacy from the mortal plane. Thing is, sauces look and smell bizarre. One's purple, while another's bright pink, and they taste fruity, as well as flowery, much like the cookies from the last gathering.

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.


🦋 Feeling on Hedge

So, what about this hedge maze that seems to have appeared out of nowhere and looming quite eerily beside this night's gathering? For one, peculiar noises can be heard whenever one's near its entrance. From the rustling of leaves to a woman crying, everything seems to be coming from inside.

Of course, the Adopted's participation is required and paramount. Anyone who refuses will be met with harsh penalties and consequences, whatever those may be. They also hint of a prize to anyone who comes out victorious on the other side. It's unclear what it is, though.

The fae know that while the Adopted have been very useful so far, they are also vulnerable and susceptible to fear, so to mitigate that, they have some colorful shots on a table marked LIQUID COURAGE near the entrance to the maze with such effects:

  • Gold: Essentially a strong drink that gives you profound energy for 24 hours.
  • Red: Downing this will make you feel warm like an aphrodisiac.
  • Blue: Basically functions like a normal tequila shot. Or three. Comes with a little bag of salt.

These shots are not compulsory for the Adopted to take, but they will be highly encouraged to do so before entering. Once inside, the rustling of leaves and the sounds of someone crying become louder and even more evident. There are also a few key things that seem to be very clear the longer an Adopted is within the maze's walls:

  • The maze is moving. How it's doing it, nobody knows. But it appears to be alive somehow, much like the castle grounds, so finding a clear pathway is almost impossible.
  • Whenever an Adopted turns right two consecutive times, they will see a more positive outcome from a terrible event in their lives. Lost someone? They're now here and alive. Gave up on a dream? You find yourself currently living it.
  • If an Adopted turns left two consecutive times, they will see someone, a family member or a friend who's still alive and had a deep impact on their lives, bleeding and dead on the ground.

It would be great if no one else can see an Adopted during their most vulnerable, but since the maze moves constantly, another Adopted or two might be able to see them trying to parse out what they're seeing, even if their fellow Adopted can't see it themselves.


🦋 Can't Unseelie It

CW: dismemberment, body horror, forced body transformations, mild gore, asphyxiation, drowning of children, death

The Spring King only wanted some good-natured fun within the maze, but unbeknownst to him, some Unseelie creatures and Unseelie magic have appeared inside, threatening the safety of the Adopted traversing every nook and cranny. Surely this will not have any lasting consequences between the relationship of the Seelie and Unseelie court rulers. Not at all.

A few of these Unseelie beings and Unseelie magic roaming around the hedge maze that the Adopted will have a chance to meet are as follows:

  • Manananggal: Capable of severing its torso from its legs, this vampiric creature usually preys on sleeping pregnant women and unborn babies. But not anymore. Due to magic put on it, this manananggal will strike anyone it comes across. Better pour salt on its severed lower torso once you find it, or else.
  • La Llorona: Remember that woman crying? Well, somewhere in the maze alongside the eerie sounds of water flowing, you'll come across a weeping woman cloaked in white with her back turned against you. Be careful not to approach her because once you do, she'll try to choke you to death, reminiscent of how she drowned her own children.
  • Jersey Devil: The first thing you'll hear once you turn is a high-pitched, blood-curdling scream then the sound of bat wings flapping. You better run as fast as you can to the other direction because this devil is out to attack anyone it sees on its path.
  • A fountain: How odd. Running from the jersey devil or the manananggal might have made you thirsty so perhaps there's no harm in drinking from it. But just coming in contact with its water will make any Adopted soon realize they have transformed into an Unseelie creature.

Fighting off these creatures might be best with a fellow Adopted. After all, there's power in numbers. Just be careful not to die within the hedge maze. There might be some dire consequences.


🦋 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.

To be on theme with our festivities for tonight, we want to know a time in your life when you felt lost and wandering about. Perhaps the most compelling story will receive a reward from us.



navigation

soloacts: (pic#17060902)

[personal profile] soloacts 2025-05-26 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
"There goes my plan to consult the next lady I run across with a crystal ball." She sighs dramatically, teasing him. Gwen pulls up a sleeve to examine her web-shooter on one of her wrists. She's running painfully low on fluid. So she'll need to be careful not to use them unless absolutely necessary. She'd still not worked out how to make more here.

"I've been here a month and I'd rather not stay either. I haven't worked out how to leave, unfortunately." Which is frustrating, "I had some important things I needed to be doing too."

Namely, finding and helping Miles. Provided he would let her help him. That would be the question after she'd betrayed his trust so completely.
lightish: ([daydreamer])

[personal profile] lightish 2025-05-26 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Even Lux can't stop the laugh that bubbles out of him at that.

"I wouldn't let our queen hear you say such a thing. She'll rip you limb from limb as easily as breathing." He says it with a smile and a laugh, like it's only a joke, but there is a severity in the way Lux is looking at Eponine that says he meant every word.

"Do not mistake our generosity for kindness." In an instant, all of the lights in this space extinguish, every candle blown out, the very sun gone dark. The only light anywhere shines from Lux's excessive jewelry, including the one around the girl's thin wrist. In the darkness, the shadows of the fae's horns look sharper, his shining fangs even longer. Even his voice seems deeper, more menacing.

"Take your bed, your fine dresses, and your rabbit-lined boots for all we care, but step out of line and we will make you regret it. Do not forget this, child."
lightish: ([dayshift])

[personal profile] lightish 2025-05-26 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
Lux follows with that toast, waiting for Lucien to take his first sip before he follows, sharp, golden eyes trained at the other man's pretty throat while he drinks.

"Mm, how grateful I am to know that the Adopted haven't figured us out entirely then." His own little joke, half tease and half jab. "But if that's the case, the pleasure of my company it is. Cheers."

And instead of a sip, Lux will drain the entire glass in one go, throwing his powerful, horned head back before setting the empty glass aside.

"That's by design, of course. Mortals wouldn't be able to handle fae wine at the intensity that they drink it. They'd kill themselves and that's just not a mess we want to deal with."
astamaya: (a little silver scimitar)

[personal profile] astamaya 2025-05-26 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
If you're feeling ravenous, than you should eat.

[The melodic voice trills in from behind Will before Zorya, the Countess of Dusk is gliding into the room, slithering forward to the table where her impressive snake tail coils up beneath her. She's dressed just as she always is, in her beautiful cloak of glittering constellations, the hood pulled up over her head, shadowing most of the woman's face.]

Come, my pet. You'll feel better once you've feasted.
astamaya: (pic#17800190)

[personal profile] astamaya 2025-05-26 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
Gustave may not catch aflame just yet, but there's still more than enough time for Zorya to prepare the kindling of his bonfire.

For now, she's content to release the man entirely, her tail giving him a little bump back up to his feet, even if the very end of it still curls loosely at Gustave's ankle. That last little tether between them before he is thrust back out into the chaos of the party.

"Don't worry yourself with it, my pet. You'll know exactly who I am and who you belong to by the end of the night." And the way she grins up at him, Gustave may get the feeling there's something at play that he isn't aware of just yet. Soon though. "You may go now. I'll speak to you again shortly enough."
astamaya: (while one by one the lamps come out)

[personal profile] astamaya 2025-05-26 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
Challenge or not, it was obvious to Zorya that this was a woman who walked through life with the kind of confidence that left men trembling in her wake. And good, women like Clea deserved to be feared.

Even at that casual little show of dominance over her beast, Clea still steps forward towards the Countess, narrow shoulders held high, her beautiful face set as if in stone. She finds that perfect balance between confidence and arrogance, walking that line with an almost breathtaking expertise.

"You leave me intrigued, which I'll admit is quite the feat. There are ssso few who impress me." One doesn't need to take too close a look at the other Adopted brought here to understand why. "If you are asking in earnest about my own desires, I may indulge you, but first, I want to hear what it is that you seek, my darling. Paint me one of your beautiful pictures. Speak it."
autumnsrunaway: a man in a copper fox mask with long red hair and pointed ears looks forward with a neutral expression (neutral)

[personal profile] autumnsrunaway 2025-05-26 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Lucien eyes the man- not a man- the something that wears the shape of a man- warily. His mechanical eye clicks softly- it's no use, the lens that helps him see through illusions is jammed back- and he swallows, processing the offer.]

[slowly, his hand on the dagger loosens until it slips onto the ground, assuming that's how this creature will do the deed. Lucien nods curtly.]


Hel-help me turn over. [he rasps, face smoothing over and jaw setting in hard acceptance. It's pithy, but he'd rather go out looking at the sky.]
Edited (icon) 2025-05-26 07:10 (UTC)
elementofcupcakes: (Pony Pinkie: GAAAAASP!)

[personal profile] elementofcupcakes 2025-05-26 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
It's spring, not winter.

[ BUT THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT! ]

Yeah, you definitely look more like Spike now. [ She's not talking about the same Spike they both know. ] But I dunno what portal you're talking about! [ Scratches her head in confusion. ] Wish we had one right about now! The creepy vibes are off the charts! At least we're safe for now!

[ And then Pinkie's mane and tail burst into flames. ]

....awww...not again-

[ -the hedges hiss angrily to life as vines of thorns and razor leaves shoot out towards the threatening fire source. Pinkie barely misses a lot of the vines, because of her Pinkie Sense, but she can't dodge their wicked quickness. There is a cry of pain, but fortunately the vines do catch on fire upon striking her, quite like a hydra, more replace them. ]

RUN! [ Fear has filled her blue eyes that have widened in panic as she gallops anywhere but where they are! ]
autumnsrunaway: a man in a copper fox mask with long red hair and pointed ears smiles. he is surronded by a decorative circular floral border (Default)

Re: V

[personal profile] autumnsrunaway 2025-05-26 07:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Have I?" The kappa folds its arms over the lip of the fountain, and rests its chin on them.

"I prefer to stay in the cool, clean water than trudge through the unforgiving land for cauldron knows how long" The dish on his head can be easily kept full here, keeping him at full power.

"Come, have a sip. Aren't you parched?"
ordealwithit: (3)

[personal profile] ordealwithit 2025-05-26 08:41 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't usually drink my friends' bathwater," Kel says, not in the mood to make her deadpan sound like anything more than flat indifference. "Meaning no offense, I certainly wouldn't drink a stranger's. Am I to understand you want to just... stay here?"
in_her_shadow: (is the only thanks i get)

[personal profile] in_her_shadow 2025-05-26 09:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ To be fair, you don't have to be surprisingly strong to lift up someone like Lena. She basically weighs as much as a wet noodle.

She grunts, trying to object, but she doesn't even have strength to get a good argument going. ]


... Looks like I don't really have a choice about it...
in_her_shadow: (they promise caviar)

[personal profile] in_her_shadow 2025-05-26 09:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ She does feel bad for his fall, but her anger continues to rule over all her other emotions. She crosses her arms as she looks down at him, not offering to help him back up. ]

What, don't tell me you sleep-accessorize?
in_her_shadow: (they promise caviar)

[personal profile] in_her_shadow 2025-05-26 09:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ She needs a minute or two to calm down, even gripping the table to do so. She then takes a deep breath, and runs a hand through her hair. ]

... Causing trouble isn't the same thing as being a villain.

[ A belief she's held onto desperately. ]

Fine. How did you plan on 'causing trouble' here?
artfuldawkins: (loveable rogue)

[personal profile] artfuldawkins 2025-05-26 11:16 am (UTC)(link)
"...There's a lot of difference here, ain't there?" He comments, just trying to think through all he's been told.
artfuldawkins: (london is home)

[personal profile] artfuldawkins 2025-05-26 11:22 am (UTC)(link)
Dodger glanced at the pasta, considering it. He ain't never seen much that colour either. Some fruit, maybe, but not much else. Not that he can remember at the moment, anyway. Probably something slipping his mind. He looks thoughtful over the food, trying to consider if colour would affect flavour.

"I'm known as the Artful Dodger," was the reply. "An' yours, mate?" Ask casually, keeping the conversation going.

Fresh food was a bit of a novelty for the Dodger as well. He'd been raised on day old sausages, rolls, and a tot of gin to keep the blood warm. Anything else can from what he could lift when walking around the markets. At least, before he got transported. Then it was what he was given, and be glad about it. Seeing so much food, there is that instinct to grab it, to keep it for when there wouldn't be so much.

He's doing his best to fight a few of his instincts right now. Least, till he knows more about the lay of the land.
betenoir: (Apathy)

[personal profile] betenoir 2025-05-26 11:45 am (UTC)(link)
The proverbial manor door. Renoir supposes the one in this conversation is a threshold both of them are willing to cross when necessary. But until that day, it remains a door neither of them are wiling to open.

"No. We are still capable of making our choices."

One cannot accuse him of lacking determination. But only some understand the source of that determination.

"The question is are we prepared for the consequences?"

She should understand that, too.
angotas: (pic#17737442)

—geis, @vhagar

[personal profile] angotas 2025-05-26 02:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Some who choose to answer look to seize any advantage presented to them. [ He doesn't disagree with Sansa's opinion. Quite the opposite, actually. ] It is a desperate act. But that, I suppose, is how most might behave who have not looked utter hopelessness in the face and lived.
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[personal profile] angotas 2025-05-26 02:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Aemond snorted, but his expression actually softened with genuine amusement for a moment. This man was intelligent. That was refreshing. "You catch on quite quickly," he commented, and there was none of his usual sarcasm in his voice. Raising his cup, he took a sip before offering, "Later, then." He'd track down whichever court Kelson was placed in and they could reconvene.

His reaction to their funeral practices was carefully noted, though Aemond made no attempt to push the issue. "There are some places here that might suit such needs," he said vaguely, glancing out at the crowd just to be certain none of the Adopted were listening. "Once you're settled, I can show you." He didn't mind sharing what few spaces he'd found to hide away in. And if that secured this alliance, all the better.
kingkingcxiii: Mustachio (Mustachio)

[personal profile] kingkingcxiii 2025-05-26 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's a pleasure, Alice," Regis bows his head at her slightly in respect. He appreciates the fact she seems to be at least considering what he has told her. Since he is doing the very thing he just warned her against--being a stranger giving advice--consideration is all he will ask for.

"I wish I could give you a straight answer to your question, but I cannot. The stories you remember are quite accurate, so we have only theories and guesses to go on so far. Some think the Fae are merely bored and we are their entertainment. Others think that we are here to do something they cannot for some reason. Still others would say we are just disposable soldiers to be used at their will so they don't have to lift a finger of their own. Considering the Seelie leaders sat by a fire and watched while we fought off a dragon, you may be able to guess which of those theories I am leaning toward."

Whoever would have guessed he would feel more akin to the Unseelie leaders here, but at least they had helped with the wounded. The Seelie leaders had done nothing.
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[personal profile] ourtomorrow 2025-05-26 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Understood.

Leave it to us!

[ A salute from Wormmon. Very reassuring.

Forward they go, at their wriggly little pace. Ken keeps glancing around, taking in every detail of their surroundings. Wormmon is focused very hard on putting one claw in front of the other. He's not scared he's not scared he'snotscared.

You could cut the tension with a knife for several different reasons. ]
ourtomorrow: ([02] negative)

[personal profile] ourtomorrow 2025-05-26 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah....That's fine. You defeated it, so....

[ It wouldn't....feel right.....

Wormmon pales and mutters something that might be "teeth", feeling his own mandibles. ]
ourtomorrow: ([02] please)

[personal profile] ourtomorrow 2025-05-26 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
The fairies are mean!

[ Wormmon puffs up in indignation. Very round grub. ]

They took Ken-chan because they thought it was funny, and then one of them became lots of smaller ones.

[ Bless Wormmon's little buggy heart, he tried. Ken does his best to help. ]

.....We're fairly new, ourselves. I gather there's real danger, but we're fortunate to have not faced it....Aside from captivity.
deprime: (pic#17850080)

i think we're good because it's collapsed, but spoilers within just in case.

[personal profile] deprime 2025-05-26 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That's always been his weakness or his strength, that open honesty, his heart on his sleeve. Maybe it's because he's already given everything he's ever been able to give, but he isn't willing to believe there isn't another way. Gustave doesn't know if he's the one to be able to show Renoir that, but right now, he doesn't really care about anything other than making sure that Maelle is okay. ]

You and your family too.

[ Just to really show he knows as he walks away. ]
ourtomorrow: ([02] stonewall)

he hopes ken-chan will be proud and happy!

[personal profile] ourtomorrow 2025-05-26 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ken mentally runs through where they've gone in the maze so far......Granted, there's no guarantee physics works the same way in this space, but.... ]

Take the next left.
ourtomorrow: (pic#15335755)

[personal profile] ourtomorrow 2025-05-26 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Wormmon crawls on up without a second thought, and Ken, after several seconds' thought, joins him. He's....not great at accepting compliments, and the first thing that comes to mind is to downplay his decision. But he doesn't want to discount others' emotions towards him again.... ]

I suppose. In any case, we got a better sense of how they handle rebellion.

[ "With amused condescension" appears to be the answer, which, frankly, aligns with the mental picture Ken is building of the Fae.

The bugs settle in atop Harry. ]


Perhaps, since they knew this maze was coming, they wanted to leave us vulnerable.

[ No offense to being a Wormmon. But there's only so much either of them can do in this form - and ever since becoming a Wormmon, Ken's been incapable of making the original Wormmon evolve. They're both stuck. ]