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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.



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[personal profile] wizard_dresden 2025-05-27 08:41 am (UTC)(link)
knight of the round table, then?
wizard_dresden: (Default)

[personal profile] wizard_dresden 2025-05-27 08:43 am (UTC)(link)
with the fae in general, yeah
with these specific fae? not so much
buffylives: (pic#17819364)

[personal profile] buffylives 2025-05-27 08:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Buffy bristles herself, she opens her mouth to speak, then keeps quiet and let's him have his hissyfit over the fact that she's not trying to cling to him anymore. He doesn't have a soul, so there's no way she'll be able to accept this version of him.]

Well, he was a much better version of you if that helps. Stand up guy too, let himself be killed to save the world. [She knew she was rubbing it in, but she couldn't help it. She was actually disappointed he wasn't souled!Spike.]

That's up to you. I'm not forcing the issue that you get a soul. Long as you don't try hurting me again. [She flinched at the memory.]
artfuldawkins: (london is home)

[personal profile] artfuldawkins 2025-05-27 09:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Dodger's fine," is the response. It's what he answers to more than his own name. He can forget he's got a name other than the Artful Dodger. "Nice to meet you, Harry. Home is... a big, dirty city, filled wi' all kinds of people."

It's said fondly. London is home, even after years away from it.

Still, Dodger will keep Harry talking, as he casually tosses some stuff around, eating some of it, making a display of others. If some of those display pieces disappear? Nah, you've imagined it.

"What 'bout you then? What part of the world do you call home?"
artfuldawkins: (ladies love him)

[personal profile] artfuldawkins 2025-05-27 09:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Dodger considers that, and then thinks about the people he knows]

Ain't known a soul to make that much of a difference, honestly.

[He shakes his head]

Might be. All I know is you don't annoy the good neighbours.
in_her_shadow: (cause your greed)

[personal profile] in_her_shadow 2025-05-27 10:23 am (UTC)(link)
Man, you never really do stop talking...

[ But it's not said with as much bite as before. Just an automatic defense mechanism.

It takes some time, and it's a little mumbled, but she finally says... ]


... Thanks.
in_her_shadow: (most to grow)

[personal profile] in_her_shadow 2025-05-27 10:27 am (UTC)(link)
Wasn't planning on it.

[ She has to admit, the amusement that he's more concerned about his clothes than the food on his hair and face is helping defuse the anger. ]

But way to make the ultimate sacrifice by being a warning to everyone what happens if you do.
in_her_shadow: (i'll never fail)

[personal profile] in_her_shadow 2025-05-27 10:36 am (UTC)(link)
... Hard to do too much of that here, what with the all-powerful fae ruling over all of us. But I've been pulling off pranks. And I even managed to grab some fake blackmail in case anyone tried to accuse me of pulling them.

[ It's not much, but when someone can transform you with a look, your mischief-making ways are miniscule. ]
sod_off: (Spike 88)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-27 11:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh Buffy, you should know better. Not that she didn't have his attention before, but oh boy did she have it now.]

What do you mean by that?

[Because he caught that flinch. This was already going so wrong, and she didn't seem to care (again) that he loved her. Hell, he was jealous (again) of some future version of himself that he not 10 minutes ago hadn't known existed. He knew she was rubbing it in, too--her disappointment. But it didn't matter because he loved her and he'd become the man she loved somehow.

And then it all went out the window when she said that.]


Buffy,

[His voice soft, Spike trying to keep a rein on his emotions.]

We've hurt each other before, plenty of times trying to kill each other. You know I can't with this chip in my head too. So what are you talking about?

[Because this was clearly not their usual ways of hurting each other and it bothered him. Something settled in the pit of his gut and sat there uncomfortably.]
tempeststorm: (Neutral)

Ok, I did have a good laugh over her asking this XD

[personal profile] tempeststorm 2025-05-27 11:36 am (UTC)(link)
…’bland’?

[That does elicit the smallest of frowns from Sync as well. He couldn’t tell… was she genuine or somehow trying to insult him? It didn’t matter, not really, but the question threw him off a bit.]
buffylives: (pic#17819373)

tw: mentions of attempted rape

[personal profile] buffylives 2025-05-27 11:50 am (UTC)(link)
[That's the thing, she does know better but she can't help rubbing salt in the wound.]

You know exactly what I mean by that, William the Bloody. Why don't you write a poem about it, huh?

[She's surprised by the softness of his voice. It's almost like he really does have a soul.]

You...you... [She swallows, tears pricking her eyes but she refuses to cry in front of him.] Before you got your soul...you attempted to hurt me. You tried raping me.

[She didn't want to tell him, incase it gave him ideas but she wanted him to be aware of why she preferred souled Spike. Why they got along so much better and why she fought tooth and nail to protect him and his precious buttercup self all the time.]
Edited 2025-05-28 01:08 (UTC)
tempeststorm: (Default)

CW: negative self-esteem

[personal profile] tempeststorm 2025-05-27 11:59 am (UTC)(link)
Worthless.

[there is no hesitation when sending an answer, no amount of time to be passed.]
tempeststorm: (Thinking)

Apologies for the delay!

[personal profile] tempeststorm 2025-05-27 12:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Sync’s masked gaze follows that movement. He isn’t afraid of the maze, but he does realize the threat… and would prefer to keep his injuries to a minimum.

So he stands, crossing his arms. Not leaving, but it’s a compromise.

“I have no doubt of that.” Whoever he is speaking with is serious. Another glance over the decidedly empty table. “If this is a party ‘for me,’ I don’t see why I cannot sit at an empty table.”

There is no bite in the words, though heavy skepticism coats his tone (yeah, who would throw a party for him?). Sync is simply fishing for more information, if able. And it is true - the table looks empty, aside from the man across from him.
tempeststorm: (Contemplate)

[personal profile] tempeststorm 2025-05-27 12:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[That grin - like something inviting him to play - has Sync curious… but no.]

Not in the way you’re thinking.

[‘A place’… something like that would never exist for him. Even if they found a need for Sync here… it would only be until his usefulness ran out. This was a fact of life.

One corner of the teen’s mouth quirks upwards, amused.]


Why? Were you offering? Or do you hope for that yourself?
gentledawn: (☽ strawberry moon)

[personal profile] gentledawn 2025-05-27 12:14 pm (UTC)(link)
It isn't her fault. She has given him all the information he requires to make a decent decision. Even as the spell takes hold, he also feels...stronger. Food is a necessity at the end of the day.

"Don't blame yourself for their actions." he motions to the seat beside him, "Please rest. Thank you for telling me the truth. It helped me make the best decision for my situation." he bows his head to her, smiling softly.
gentledawn: (☽ zephyr)

[personal profile] gentledawn 2025-05-27 12:16 pm (UTC)(link)
...wine? [He guesses, though he isn't sure! Xingchen isn't much of a drinker (if at all). He doesn't like his senses impaired.]

...rabbits? Oh are they alright? [How can he not worry about the bunnies?] Mm a Lan ribbon is nothing to take lightly. Part of him must have made the journey with you.
tempeststorm: (Thinking)

[personal profile] tempeststorm 2025-05-27 12:21 pm (UTC)(link)
It was new - having someone actually give his weapon back. It could just be because they were in a fight together, giving them an advantage. It could be some sort of trick, one that Sync didn’t have the time to parse out in the moment.

(Later. Later he would think it over, maybe be puzzled. Why show any sort of help to him?)

As her weapon returns to her hand, slicing through the membrane, Sync can’t help but feel she does have more experience with this sort of fight beyond just words.

“It’s faster than it looks.” A warning. Could she keep up if they turned their backs to it?
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Fujin Kinos | FFVIII

[personal profile] silverwinds 2025-05-27 01:13 pm (UTC)(link)

01. THE PARTY
[She wakes up with a start, her heart beats fast in her chest. It's touch and go with a moment, but she opens her eyes and sees a mass array of food in front of her. There's people around her, and she has no idea how she got here.

She isn't positive but she knows shouldn't eat the food. She turns her nose up at it, taping her chakram against her shoulder. Looking around at the people eating the food, she gets a bad feeling about this. Her intuition never stirs her wrong as she's usually right. She licks her bottom lip, smelling the food as it comes to her nostrils. She hasn't eaten in a long time, maybe two days.

She's not even tempted even though her stomach growls suddenly.] LEAVING. [is the only word she utters. As she stands up and turns to leave this place, instead one of the people tells her she can't leave, she is stuck here and even if she wanted to leave? Her home would be hundreds of years in the future.

She considers who would be dead, Raijin, and Seifer. She doesn't believe the lie they tell her.] LEAVING. NOW.

2. Can't Unseelie It
[She's trapped in this godforsaken haze. She doesn't have Raijin to have her back so she can see as she walks along, she's getting more and more irritated by the second. She has her chakrams in her hands, she feels something isn't right. It could be the fact that she can hear something walking behind her slowly but surely.

Then as she turns a corner, she hears a scream. She runs toward it, thinking it's someone in trouble when she sees a woman cloaked in white, there's water flowing nearby. It sounds soothing to Fujin's ears, she walks toward the woman, feeling a sense that she shouldn't. However she's crying... so... she reaches out and puts a hand on her shoulder.] OKAY?

[It doesn't take long to see this person is something other than a victim, because they turn around and lash out at Fujin. She turns to the left and blocks an arm with her chakrams, then spins out and lands on her feet.] WHY? [The woman doesn't answer, instead she comes flying at Fujin right away, slamming into her and knocking her off her feet.]


3. GEIS
[Something is vibrating in her pocket, she reaches down to grab it and pull it out. She examines it, finding the front where a screen is and taping at the buttons. She's always been tech savvy but she's never encountered anything like this before. She reads the message that pops up on screen, her suspicion growing more wary. What is she supposed to say? When she almost lost one of her bestfriends to the monster known as Ultemicia?

She decides to ignore it at first then wonders if they'll let her leave if she talks.] In hope you'll let me leave this place, it was when my bestfriend, Seifer, became a puppet for the a future world sorceress. He wasn't himself anymore, being driven blindly by a dangerous goal that almost cost him his life. He's... a fugitive now. For some reason they don't want Raijin or I's blood but they want his. They're practically howling for it back home. I should be there. I shouldn't let him face this alone.
cross_swords: Seifer Almasy from FFVIII (Default)

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[personal profile] cross_swords 2025-05-27 01:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Screaming was something Seifer definitely went toward, even in this hellish maze. At least he had the advantages of his court here, a flickering fire held in the palm of his free hand to burn some of the haze away from him in the immediate area. Maybe it's more effective because it's Unseelie magic banishing Unseelie magic.

Seriously, why were people even in his own court this annoying? Probably because that's just who he was. But that's beside the point. The point is the screaming that draws him. He rounds a corner in time to see a form knocked back and off of their feet.

Yep, bingo. Found the damsel in trouble. Seifer pulls Hyperion from his side and dashes forth. One spinning strike with the flat of the blade drives the creepy shit away just far enough for Seifer to interpose himself between the creature and its victim. Which puts his back to the fallen person, so he can't see them. What a shame. But perhaps she might recognize the shock of hair from behind, the weapon, the tattered form of his trench coat.]

Now now, that's hardly a polite way to treat our guests. Back off or I'll make you back off.

[Which of course isn't going to happen, with the way the white clad figure lunges forward, hands like claws, and tries to strike at him. Fine. They'd do this the hard way.]
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[personal profile] silverwinds 2025-05-27 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Fujin wasn't expecting to be knocked on her back, she's pretty pissed off right about now. She feels the thing suddenly 'fly' off her and then she gets to her knees after a moment, trying to catch her breath.

She sees the back not too far away, it's right in front of her. She squints her eyes and looks on as she sees the grey trench coat, yellowish blonde hair and...] SEIFER?

[She's shocked, she hadn't seen Seifer in almost two months. He just...disappeared one night.] WELL?
cross_swords: Seifer Almasy from FFVIII (What Was That?)

[personal profile] cross_swords 2025-05-27 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[He focuses himself on the battle in front of him, intending to completely shut out the victim behind him until he'd dealt with the threat. Hyne, he was doing good at it too, what with how his preferred style meant he was quick and could get his blade up to combat those clawed fingers. (Though the amount of time he spent fighting the Chickenwuss had probably helped with that too.)

Except the voice behind him, sharp and demanding, was enough to throw him off of his game. A familiar voice. The voice of friendship and support. One of the people who shook him out of the worst of the mistakes he had made. A voice that didn't belong here, because she was no criminal like he was. She had a place to belong in that world, while he was safe here, maybe even being punished for his actions in a weird way.

So he looks back over his shoulder for half a second to check. Because it's impossible that it's Fujin. And of course the second of lowered guard gives the white clad woman a chance to claw at his chest. He feels his modified tunic shirt cut open, feels the scrape of claws against his chest. Without thinking he hurls the fire still in his hand at the woman, knocking her back a few paces.]

Shit. I spent the afternoon modifying this shirt. Damn bitch.

[But he did confirm it's Fujin at least.]

Wouldn't mind a little ranged support here.
repudiatedbutunbowed: (We've time for a short prayer)

[personal profile] repudiatedbutunbowed 2025-05-27 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
“What was it you said? ‘We continue.’”

Junia did her best to look comforting. “Keep your faith. Light willing, they will find a way through somehow.”
friendyousohard: (You lost me.)

[personal profile] friendyousohard 2025-05-27 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[So many topics of discussion just from her trying to explain her current state of humanity, and yet before Twilight can pursue any of them, Pinkie is suddenly on fire.

And the surrounding plants are responding. Very aggressively.

She really wishes she had all four of her legs... But running on two it is.
]

Celestia's horn, why is this happening?!

[Stupid fae and their stupid maze and these stupid monsters apparently everywhere. They're rushing through the maze with no plan now, which Twilight really doesn't like but when vine after vine keeps lashing out at them, what options do they really have?

An opening looms ahead. Twilight puts on speed, hoping that if there's a clearing they can at least get to the middle of it and away from the vines. Regardless of what else might be waiting for them...
]
inherlight: (Smile)

[personal profile] inherlight 2025-05-27 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[The cleric beams at him as she picked up an apple for herself, giving him a little nod of her head.]

Please, by all means. I can't eat all of this by myself.

[She bites into the fruit with a crisp crunch.]
friendyousohard: (My hair static requires further study)

[personal profile] friendyousohard 2025-05-27 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Fair point, but at least it would be something to work with. Twilight silently takes note of each of the different species being listed off, and ends up shaking her head.

"None of those ring any bells for creatures I know from Equestria. Which isn't an enormous surprise, but it does mean I'm as in the dark as I feared."

And she can't guarantee any information she gets here will be entirely accurate, either.

"Nature-based magic... That could be troublesome. My style's a lot more... scientific."