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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

theladyofwinterfell: (by your favorite song)

[personal profile] theladyofwinterfell 2025-05-27 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
"We are dependent on trade routes with the south where the winters are milder if it is a particularly brutal winter," Sansa admits. "But we have iron and stone and lumber to trade and that does not disappear beneath the winter snows. There are always things that we can trade with someone else for."

Sansa tips her head a bit. "That is where diplomacy comes in, naturally. Even though we declared independence, we need to keep a good relationship with our southron neighbors or we might well die or be invaded. It helps that my brother sits on the throne in the south, naturally, but he will eventually die without issue and then be replaced by someone else. I hope that's a long while from now."
mothtattoo: (34)

[personal profile] mothtattoo 2025-05-27 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
"What do they do if you resist it? Do you know?" She's seeing it too. People all too happy to eat the food, or otherwise just detached from those who looked confused or - like her - stand offish.

"Does anyone even realize we're gone?" Maybe she could ask one of the weird fairies or maybe someone told her when she got here but it felt like all the information available to them was overwhelming to think about. It's easier to talk to someone sharing the same problem.
angotas: (pic#17737436)

[personal profile] angotas 2025-05-27 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ ... is this a joke? Is he being tested? He can't tell. ]

And what is he king of, exactly? With the North independent, the other regions must have claimed theirs as well. I can't imagine the Riverlands would ever let such a thing stand, much less the Iron Islands. [ If he knew Dorne had been folded into the Seven Kingdoms later, he would have cited them first. ]
mothtattoo: (herbskillz-tlou-ellie-108)

heck yeah angst (also pretend that this isn't kid ellie hugging joel in my icon w/e)

[personal profile] mothtattoo 2025-05-27 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
[She must look ridiculous chasing a ghost like this. Or a voice. Or whatever this was. Yet here he was, looking real and alive. At least to her. Could anyone even see what she was seeing? She has no idea that this maze is tricking her into believing Joel is standing in front of her.]

No fucking way...

[His laugh sounded real, but there was almost a ringing quality to it she couldn't place. Did that even matter? He looked real. Their last conversation had been tense, but he didn't look hurt or upset. Yet there was someone else here. Someone she didn't know.]

Who are you?

[Ellie looked at her curiously and then back at Joel, who she walked towards, hand raised slightly to reach out to him.]
Edited 2025-05-27 01:37 (UTC)
theladyofwinterfell: (Default)

[personal profile] theladyofwinterfell 2025-05-27 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
No. They all voted to make him king. It was a decision among all the great lords of the south. Seeing as how the lord of the Riverlands is our uncle, I doubt they will revolt. The Iron Islands, naturally, may raise trouble eventually but Starks are bound by blood to both House Tully and House Arryn. Dorne, of course, is currently disputed since Prince Doran is dead so I believe they will be more occupied with themselves and not who their king is and that The North is now independent.
pentacled: (hopkins ⛧ 3)

[personal profile] pentacled 2025-05-27 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ oh, my. so this one is actually an angel. ]

I'm almost impressed they've managed to snare you.

[ ah, hm.

he bites his tongue, thinks on what he really knows of the human's angels, should that be translatable. they're certainly present within their texts. faquarl switches his hands to rest into his pockets, forcibly glances away and back again so as to break the intensity of his stare.
]

Who is it that commands you now, if not the Father or the Fae? [ a pause-- this does beg the question for him: ] Do you have free will?
angotas: (pic#17779702)

[personal profile] angotas 2025-05-27 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't know where to start with any of this. Why sever ties with your own brother to rule separately? When did the proud Rivermen bow to their northern neighbors, even if they had blood ties? How had the Iron Islands been laid so low as to become an afterthought? Even Dorne had their fangs removed — after fighting so ferociously against any foreign rule.

He's reeling, to say the least. And honestly, he's a little depressed. ]


I was right about one thing. You would not recognize the Westeros I know. It resembles little of the lands you speak.
memorycardio: (086)

[personal profile] memorycardio 2025-05-27 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
[She obliges in his direction, but his words merely make her brows furrow, confused by his concern.]

But... I am not a person. I am an AI.
goldenturtle: (pic#17264931)

[personal profile] goldenturtle 2025-05-27 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
So what? You don't need to be human to be a person.
ordealwithit: (46)

[personal profile] ordealwithit 2025-05-27 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ Cale come on, she JUST TOLD YOU to stop. Are you really trying to get her to inflict violence upon you, calling her bluff immediately like that. ]

Ridiculous. [ She pinches the bridge of her nose. ] Stop pretending you don't look like you're on death's door. If you can't be reasonable, I'm going to kill her before you can.

[ That one's a real threat that she's ready to make good on. ]
theladyofwinterfell: (we could nurse it she said)

[personal profile] theladyofwinterfell 2025-05-27 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
You never told me who your king is. I suspect it might be a Targaryen king, yes?
goldenturtle: (pic#17187454)

[personal profile] goldenturtle 2025-05-27 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
What the fuck are you talking about? [ He looks at himself and doesn't see anything too bad other than the blood. ] I'm fine.
memorycardio: (053)

[personal profile] memorycardio 2025-05-27 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Confusion intensifies!]

Please explain. What is a person, if not human?
mothtattoo: (33)

[personal profile] mothtattoo 2025-05-27 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
I mean to some people maybe. I'm not much of a gossip. Awkward conversation? Then I'm your girl. Does talking about music I like count?
goldenturtle: (pic#17199773)

[personal profile] goldenturtle 2025-05-27 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
There's not much to being a person. You just need to have thoughts, feelings, self-awareness, and the ability to communicate.
memorycardio: (077)

[personal profile] memorycardio 2025-05-27 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
Thoughts. Feelings. Self-awareness. Communication. Hmm.

[She mulls that over, committing it to memory.]

I am... a person? As well as an AI?
longredribbon: (248)

[personal profile] longredribbon 2025-05-27 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
Wei Wuxian just heaves a sigh with the remark about the hundreds of years, nearly looking defeated. Unlike the lady before him, he's all but a man with his heart of his sleeve. A heart which deeply aches right now.

"I know we need to take that passage of time at face value right now, but if it is the case. . .!!"

He wants to cry. Honest and true, he wants to curl up, cuddle the two bunnies he arrived here with, and cry. He can scarcely even sleep unless Lan Wangji isn't also in the bed with him. What will happen here(!?)

Forcing himself to move on with the conversation is all that can be done at this second, but not before another heavy sigh.

"So I've heard, yeah. I wonder what they're like." Wei Wuxian has known of and interacted with numerous clan leaders over his years. Some more benevolent than others.

"I'm highly curious just how long any one of us Adopted has been here for, if that single time is any tip to go off of."
longredribbon: (144)

[personal profile] longredribbon 2025-05-27 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
Ancient times. Plain and simple.

"It's fine," Wei Wuxian does feel defeated. However, he nods, smiling a little faint. "I'll take it as magic, then. It'll be easier for the time being."
longredribbon: (103)

[personal profile] longredribbon 2025-05-27 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
He'll keep that in mind.

"Coming, coming!" Wei Wuxian marginally is caught off by the remark, but quickly nods. Chenqing is kept in hand just in case- he can't be sure how long he'll be able to hold off the creatures using the flute, but will damn well try.

"By all means, lead the way, then."
umas_second: (pic#17755199)

[personal profile] umas_second 2025-05-27 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Why did someone push ye off a high place? D'ye need some help?
goldenturtle: (pic#17187456)

[personal profile] goldenturtle 2025-05-27 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. There's no rule saying you can't be both.
umas_second: (pic#17633567)

[personal profile] umas_second 2025-05-27 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Harry wanted to explain, but he didn't think Lena wanted to hear it, and it felt . . . too self-serving. He'd made a mistake and really upset someone. Harry just had to try and apologize enough to make things right. Back home he probably wouldn't have noticed or cared, but he could see how much his words had affected Lena. He felt awful, not something he was used to at all.]


No. Causin a wee bit o'mischief never made someone a villain. An I wanted tae help ye. Wi' wha'ever it was ye thought up.
umas_second: (pic#17755200)

[personal profile] umas_second 2025-05-27 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
I think yer right.


[After making sure both bugs were secure, Harry started walking, hand occasionally lifting to touch one or the other, just to reassure himself they were stable.]


So, hev ye been seein anythin in here? Met anybody?
memorycardio: (075)

[personal profile] memorycardio 2025-05-27 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
Okay... I'll add that to my code. "Sophia is a person."

[Add that to the list of aspects of herself that she hadn't expected to modify, but she's learned all sorts of new things since she woke up. May as well be this.]

How do I calculate my value, as a "person" and AI who cannot help?
longredribbon: (343)

There's PLENTY more

[personal profile] longredribbon 2025-05-27 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
"I've had too many bad experiences with them-! I'll keep away if I want!" Where's Lan Wangji when Wei Wuxian needed him the most!? He'd grown ever accustomed to having his husband stand between he and any of the offending(?) creatures.

A heavy, heavy, even defeated sigh is heaved. Once he can no longer spot even one last tail, Wei Wuxian loosens his grip on the tree. Even so, he's tentative when peering down to where the other man is. Much like a very young child does to a swimming pool when trying to be coaxed in, arm floaties and all. His heart is still beating a mile a minute.

When he does finally get down, it's in one confident, even graceful leap.

". . . . . Thank you for sending them away."