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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

sod_off: (Spike 89)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-26 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"He's right you know. You really should." The hallucinatory blonde said with a gentle smile. "You've got things to do, Spike."

Spike felt the shake, and heard the words. Both Buffy's and Henry's, so he wasn't too surprised when the other man walked into his line of vision. Where he could see Buffy still, and Henry.

"Nah, you're right." It wasn't clear which of them Spike was speaking to, and he didn't sound too happy. Resigned, but then he was giving Henry his full attention. "Been trying to do that for the last few hours, mate."
diana_abel: (Considering)

[personal profile] diana_abel 2025-05-26 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, I kinda speak from a unique angle there," she said. "I mean, I've been a vampire for a long time, right? Turns out, different worlds have different species of vampires. All sorts of different rules. Different needs. Way different personalities." And she did nothing to mask her distaste on that last point. "It's been real tough, relearning the rules for every other person. And trying to prevent, like, conflicts between different groups."

Diana was just a peacemaker. That was the crux of her problem. She wanted everyone to get along. She just didn't have the political savvy to actually accomplish it, most of the time.

"And then," she continued, "there's this thing that sometimes happens where there are multiple versions of, like, the same person. Which is uber weird, to start. And totes confusing. And, like, you run into people who you thought were dead, but they're from worlds where you're the dead one. Timelines, I think they call it. Very, very wiggy."
maritorious: (lip twist)

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-05-26 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[She hates the crying- it breaks into her ears no matter how she tries to shut it out, and rends her heart from her chest. She can feel the sorrow deep in her bones- Castiel is right.

And even if his words didn't ring true, the look in his eyes makes her want to trust him. She nods.]


I'll follow you. [Nancy immediately shifts to pick up her skirts, to rise to the balls of her feet so the heel of her boots don't hit the ground when she walks.]
sod_off: (Spike 14)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-26 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, just remember. I'm teaching you how to defend yourself better against the beasties, and also if you need it, you just tell me. You're my friend, Nancy. Don't have many of those." With a slight snug of his arm around her.
maritorious: (realizing)

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-05-26 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
While Eponine bathes, Nancy does what any English woman would do: she makes them a pot of tea, using the powers she had acquired from her court. While open flames were something she had yet to really figure out, creating heat itself was a nifty little trick. She could heat the water just by putting her hand on the kettle for a long enough time, and it never failed to amuse her.

Besides, it was wonderful to listen to the joy in the other room, she doesn't care about the water or the bubble bath. She'd had the exact same reaction, after all.

"You're fine in your sheet, love," she tells Eponine through the door. "We can wash your things, if you'd like." Or, honestly, burn them. But she'd kept her own dress from back home after a bit of laundering, she imagined Eponine would be much the same.

"I got us a bit of tea- and there's some whiskey besides, if you want."
maritorious: (giggle)

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-05-26 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm afraid I don't know that story.

[She knew a surprising amount of Jewish folklore, though, on top of her standard British lore. She had always enjoyed a good fairy tale, but never ventured to far into Greco/Roman.

Nancy takes his arm.]
Yours as well, Mr. Mikaelson. I am Mrs. Nancy Sikes. [She'll never get tired of using his name.]


maritorious: (glower)

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-05-26 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Witches. "Not the first person to mention those," she tells him, then heaves a sigh. He's not in his right mind, likely only a few years older than her.

"Well, you're here now. This is as real as it gets, I hate to tell you." She softens some. "I know it's hard to accept. A lot of people have felt the same way you are."
deprime: (pic#17850080)

[personal profile] deprime 2025-05-26 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Fair. [ Gustave hadn't actually seen what happened to them after they walked past the guards posted at the entrances, and he hasn't tried him himself yet. Clearly. But he's got other things on his mind. Leaving... well, there isn't really anywhere for him to go. ] I'll let you know if I see anything.

And that sounds a lot like Lumière. Before the Fracture, before our little piece of it was thrown out into the middle of the ocean, apparently it was beautiful. It still is, in it's own way if you're a romantic. But the people are suffering. There's no getting around that.
deprime: (pic#17871512)

[personal profile] deprime 2025-05-26 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
I promise, Maelle.

[ Gustave can't know if he can keep but, but he can try. For now, though, he just gives her a soft, warm smile and he pulls her into another tight hug. ]

I promise. I'm not going anywhere.
goldenturtle: (pic#17187454)

[personal profile] goldenturtle 2025-05-26 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
He's yet to be dismissed, and the duke continues answering, so why pass up on this opportunity?

"...But I never said I trusted you? I've memorized enough of the library to know better." Cale trusts data and his own experiences. According to both of those things, trusting a fae is just asking to be fucked over. "And you know the Lawspeaker will reject our attempts at speaking with her. Have a system set up where Adopted can make suggestions, complaints, and concerns anonymously if any of you care about our opinions."

Given what Cale has heard of the duke's personality, it doesn't surprise him that he isn't surprised.

"After this event you'll likely be viewed less favourably, sir. Causing intense emotional and physical trauma is not something recommended during a welcoming party," he points out. "If not for your actions during the dragon attack and his majesty Narciso being..."

Cale pauses briefly, unsure of what adjective to use here. He takes another drink from his bottle of wine, then continues in surprisingly decent (the curse words are all pronounced perfectly) mazikeen:

"a perverted bastard who thinks only with his dick—"

Cale shifts back to his native language.

"—I would probably hold the Seelie in higher regard, sir."

Duke Lux's comment about the Unseelie reign being 'fully equal' does earn a mildly curious look. Cale has noticed the days growing longer as they approach summer.

"Seasons would be nothing without Time to keep nature flowing as it should." That's easy to agree with. "Are your Unseelie times of rule based you each having eight hours regardless of the sun's position?"
deprime: (pic#17850076)

[personal profile] deprime 2025-05-26 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Chuckling, Gustave tucked his thumb against his index finger as a shimmer of light coalesced into the shape of a disc, which he flicked in her direction. "It's an old heirloom in my family. It's supposed to be good luck," he said, a lopsided smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. How much of that was true, he couldn't say, he barely remembered his parents now, and it's possible the story of where this coin came from has changed over the years. Either way.

"What is it?"

He's hoping for heads, if only because he's tired of going right.
desashin: ([A] 076)

[personal profile] desashin 2025-05-26 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Sure. We need to pick up the pace if you want that to still be true.

[ The lizard clings onto Kiriya's mane and back as he prances around. Above them, the manananggal is hovering and still ready to chase down its prey once it locates them. Maybe it hasn't quite caught up yet, but eventually it is bound to figure out where Kiriya ran to. Then again, they also don't know what could lie ahead of them. ]

Unless you want to fight on your own. But you'd make a bigger snack. I'm just saying.
lightish: ([daydreamer])

[personal profile] lightish 2025-05-26 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Without warning, the space they are in is plunged into total darkness.

Cale wouldn't be able to make out a thing - not the table, the chairs, the spread of delicious food, and certainly not the Duke himself. It is as if Lux has vanished entirely, though when he chooses to speak, his deep voice curls around the other man's ear.

"It is not your place to speak ill of any of us, including the king. You, who are but our guest, do not insult us so freely or you will be made an example of. You, whose life is but a comma compared to our novels, a single drop of water compared to our oceans. You, who live in the present moment, while we exist across all of time at once. We have borne witness to the very creation of this world, lived as silent observers to the very ebb and flow of time."

Abruptly, Lux's voice shifts, curling around Cale's other ear.

"Your mortal mind can not comprehend the lives we have lived. And when all trace of your life has disappeared, we will continue on well past your pathetic mortal legacy."

A hand curls at Cale's shoulder, but should he look, there will be nothing there.

"Take this as your warning, Cale Henituse. You'd do well to heed it."

And just as quickly as Cale was plunged into darkness, the light returns as if nothing happened. Only the Duke is nowhere to be found.
lutin: (smile)

[personal profile] lutin 2025-05-26 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Whiskey?" Eponine was already grinning from the bath, but the thought of hard liquor makes her beam.

"I like it, you know? But it is so expensive in Paris. Me, I am for brandy or cheap wine. Anything really. I like it when it burns."

She looks at the rags in her hands. She's fairly certain they won't stand up to a wash. And the crafty side of her brain is already calculating just how she can use them to get more out of people. Already she can see that the people are softer here than Paris. Who knows how much they'll give if they see her in rags and she spins a little tale?

"I think perhaps to keep 'em, you know?" She says. "They're all I've had for such a long time. I know it's silly..."

She curls up opposite Nancy and the tea things.

"I think you're the nicest girl I ever met, you know?"
pentacled: (hopkins ⛧ 19)

[personal profile] pentacled 2025-05-26 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Really? [ faquarl frowns, sounds baffled. ] I wouldn't have offered if I minded sharing in the spoils of battle. But so be it.

[ he picks up the head, sends wormmon and the wormmon-boy a look. ]

I suggest you direct your attentions elsewhere if you're squeamish.

( ooc: gonna avoid the unnecessary descriptors and handwave him doing that otherwise )
goldenturtle: @papaver_w (pic#17199718)

[personal profile] goldenturtle 2025-05-26 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
At first he feels afraid, but is quickly beyond truly caring. As soon as the duke calls him a guest Cale feels a burst of cold humour.

'Guest' my ass.

What bullshit.

Once the fae has finished his speech and disappeared he stays silent for a moment.

Then he bursts out laughing.

"Ha! How surprising!" He chuckles. "The Unseelie duke defending the honour of the Seelie king? Maybe the alliance isn't so tenuous after all?"

What useful information to have.

"It's true that I cannot comprehend your lives, but I wouldn't want to. I respect and admire your ability to maintain your sanity through countless years of loss and loneliness." It's spoken in earnest, laughter gone for the moment. "It was my choice to stay as a pathetic mortal because I didn't want to live such a life myself.

So, if you're still here, I appreciate the compliment and the information Lord Lux of the Unseelie Court."

Cale gives an exaggerated-but-proper bow to the ruler's table, not caring who may or may not be there.

"I'm going to go try and get wasted so I can forget tonight!" Not that it would work. "If her highness Javora or the lady Zorya want to join later I have another bottle Henituse red. Duke Lux can come by as well if he wants to try some dalgona dessert."

Cale doesn't actually expect any of them to stop by. He gives a half-bow and waves farewell.

"Bye!"
maellum: (Default)

[personal profile] maellum 2025-05-26 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Very acceptable. Come on, let's see if they have apple juice here or something like that.

[She's seen a few bottles of wine, but she doubts she'll like that even here.]
lutin: (answering back)

[personal profile] lutin 2025-05-26 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Eponine laughs too. She's not sure if Lux is joking, but it sounds funny anyway. Would a Queen really get her hands dirty taking vengeance on a common rat like Eponine? His stare washes over her too, and makes her laugh the more.
The lights going out, granted, makes her jump. How has he done it? Even the sun? How? She steps back a little as he looms out of the darkness, all sharp points and edges. But Eponine sticks her chin up, defiant.

"You think you are the first to threaten me? You might be able to do silly tricks with your lights, but Monsieur, I am not afraid. My line is my own and I shall follow your's when it suits me."

She laughs again. "The world is not kind, and it is not generous. I am sure payment will be somewhere, and I will give it if I can. But do not threaten me, truly, Sir, for I have heard much worse than you."
vertegrez: (pic#17865587)

[personal profile] vertegrez 2025-05-26 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
That surprised her. "And yet you learned." Very few women north of Dorne could claim to have been taught anything more than what was considered traditionally ladylike, Queen Aemma's words of the childbed being a woman's battlefield still haunted Alicent all these years later. "I can't help but be grateful you did, even if selfishly, because it gives us both a better chance of getting out of this maze."

Alicent's expression is schooled, but for the briefest of moments, a flicker of sadness passed over her. "I had a very dear friend once, but we grew apart." Fussing with her skirts, Alicent resisted the urge to pick at her cuticles and bit back tears, too proud to cry. "I heard this is the third such party they have thrown and they are quite large. It's possible you aren't alone, or that they have yet to arrive." That, of course, assumed Hazel to wish to not remain alone. Alicent certainly didn't, but she was perhaps less selfless than Hazel.

Noting the pauses, Alicent filed that away to think on later. "I believe the men in the North had Old gods, and the Valyrians had theirs, but we have the Seven." Alicent was firm in that. Her faith in the Seven had gotten her through years of grief and mourning and she clung to them here. "I've never heard stories of fae until I arrived here."
fetusdeletus: (slap at the face that eats me)

[personal profile] fetusdeletus 2025-05-26 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Trust me when I say that there is no part of the body that WON'T get blown off if you get pushed from high enough.
lutin: (conning you)

[personal profile] lutin 2025-05-26 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Really?" Eponine asks. "You will just find me fur and find me leather and make me boots, just because I said I want them?"
Eponine doesn't understand this level of generosity. Nobody is that generous as to do that for a stranger.

"What do you want for it all?" She half shrugs. "I ain't got much, but if you want..." she casts around for something and then reaches into her tangle of hair. After a minute, she pulls out what once was a shoelace and is now a disgusting bit of string probably crawling with lice.

"I got this? I guess? Or... well, if it's in someone's pocket? Like a handkerchief or that?"

She grins. "I'm 'Ponine. Eponine Jondrette. And if everyone wants something, what do you want, Miss Katniss?"
fetusdeletus: (in some strange department store)

Re: jersey devil

[personal profile] fetusdeletus 2025-05-26 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
They've got to be somewhere here.

[ She's breathing somewhat frantically now, in desperate search for them. Worst comes to worse she can TRY to fly out here if she's not injured that badly, but the pain searing up her side is too much to be sure about that. ]
fetusdeletus: (possibly in michigan)

Re: GEIS | @guimauve

[personal profile] fetusdeletus 2025-05-26 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
If it makes you feel any better, I got them back.
unseensmiter: @yevon (gold crocodiles oh-way-oh)

[personal profile] unseensmiter 2025-05-26 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Futaba blinks, the cogs in her head turning. And turning.

And turning. She mumbles out an: ]
Oh no... [ Before she sighs and continues. ] I know this sounds pretty crazy, but um.

What- What's the date, Haru?
coolcustomer: (listless)

[personal profile] coolcustomer 2025-05-26 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Not that crazy, after her conversation with Sophia.]

Christmas Eve.