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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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inherlight: (Hmm you sure?)

[personal profile] inherlight 2025-05-27 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Koh makes a point to step a bit closer to Andrew, lowering her voice.]

Until we know why we were brought here, I think it wise not to speak so openly. Not sure who to trust just yet. First problem is getting out of this garden. You wouldn't have any bright ideas on that?
betenoir: (Myopic)

[personal profile] betenoir 2025-05-27 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Consequences.

Renoir has enacted many of them throughout his lifetime. Search and Rescue torturing his middle child. Expedition 56 torturing his youngest. The namesake of his eldest taking her from before his eyes. That he could never deliver consequences to her boils underneath the skin.

Cold and frozen by time. He returns his focus to the present. Not that his attention ever left.

"We never have to accept consequences." His voice is cold and forceful, intolerant of other opinions. Because consequences are unimportant when it comes to losing everything that matters. "But if consequences are inevitable, one is better off fighting than rolling over to die."

(Verso).
noctuagoetia: (Always..)

Stolas ☆ Helluva Boss ☆ ota

[personal profile] noctuagoetia 2025-05-27 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
1 ☆ Night Owl

[Blinking away the last cobwebs of sleep from his eyes, the first thing that the great owl noticed was the sweet earthy scent of grass. That was a smell that he wasn't used to being woken up to recently. Usually he was greeted with the aroma of something burning cooking in the small kitchen of a certain imp's apartment. The change was enough to snap him awake.

Pushing himself up, he found himself in a vast garden. The goetia normally wouldn't complain about being surrounded by beautiful plants. It was just the minor detail of this is not where he remembers falling asleep. Maybe he was still dreaming, missing his greenhouse back at the palace. But if it was a dream, then who were all these strange people?

Pulling himself to his feet, it was had not to spot the ten foot owl demon from the rest of the crowd. Looking around, Stolas spots the table, filled with all sorts of... oddly colored food. Kind of reminded him of the funny colored pancakes Blitzø makes him. Being a bit distracted, he didn't see the person he almost walked straight into as he was walking over to get a closer look.
]

Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't see you there. Are you all right?

2 ☆ Into the Thick of It

[Why did the geotia wander off onto the creepy maze by himself? Because Stolas is always so full of good ideas. Since when did walking into a garden cause any harm? Was a thought he once had that now he was currently retracting. The further he ventured down the twisting paths, the darker it seemed to get. Even if he wanted to turn around, he wasn't sure if he remembered the way back.

He was lost.

If only he still had his powers, he could portal out of here. But that was no longer an option. As he was thinking on his best course of action a sudden rustle of leaves startled him. The owl's head turned unnaturally to look in that direction.
}

Hello? Is someone there?

3 ☆ Wild Card

[Ooc: Anything I missed and you want to do? Please feel free to DM my account.]
Edited 2025-05-27 16:08 (UTC)
maritorious: (sweets)

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-05-27 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"People are here over 100 years in the future from us, Dodge, some almost two-hundred!" It's absolutely terrifying to think about. "Apparently time ain't exactly a straight line."
maritorious: (giggle)

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-05-27 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
This time, she allows herself to be brought into the hug.

"I will. You've been nothing but a good friend to me. Far more'n I deserve."
artfuldawkins: (look up to the sky)

[personal profile] artfuldawkins 2025-05-27 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
He blinks, taking that in. It seems... almost too huge to be true.

"...Let's try to find the way out."
maritorious: (ru sure??)

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-05-27 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Gin's the cheapest, back home. So that's usually what we all had, but when we could get a good whiskey?" She smiles at the remembrance. "My friend here, Spike's his name, took me to get some bourbon which is a whiskey from America, if you can believe it!"

She pours Eponine a cup of tea, and finishes it off with the whiskey, before handing her the cup and saucer.

"No! It ain't silly. I got my dress I came in, still. Still wear that shawl, half the time." she nods toward her wardrobe where the clothing resides.

Eponine calls her nice, and Nancy washes the complement down with a swig of the whiskey straight from the bottle. "Only doin' what someone did for me. I know how awkward it is, standing on the edge of the dance floor and feeling out of place. Besides, you're about my size." And something about her had just called to Nancy. "And I think we could be friends."
memorycardio: (038)

[personal profile] memorycardio 2025-05-27 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sophia isn't sure what to say at first. Has she really been talking too much? Is it so unpleasant? Humans talk around her all the time, and they seem to like it a lot. Maybe it's different with those who aren't so human. Or maybe she's the different one. She really doesn't understand at all.

The gratitude, quiet it may be, still manages to give her a burst of happy energy. Even if she is annoying or talks too much, being thanked means she's helping! It makes her pick up the pace, darting around several corners and through another dark, leafy clearing. Behind them, the screams grow quieter.]


You're welcome.
daughterofpluto: (09)

[personal profile] daughterofpluto 2025-05-27 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't make them. They're already there." But she's still not entirely comfortable because, despite no longer being cursed, she still remembers when she was and using her gems would curse the one using them to serious harm or death. So she is, admittedly, a little skittish about things in a new place. The how seems a little less necessary to explain when she didn't make them herself.

Her eyes narrow in suspicion at his words. There's been too much kidnapping on their side of things. They've gotten out of it each time, but that hardly matters. "Pluto," She says after a moment. "The Greeks know him as Hades, though." If things are working properly, he probably won't hear it, but if not? Well, she'll deal with that later.

(ooc: the mist magic is not preventing shit here b/c we're not in kansas anymore)
Edited 2025-05-27 16:52 (UTC)
deprime: (pic#17850073)

[personal profile] deprime 2025-05-27 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"But you can eat the Fae coins?" Gustave frowned, his brow pinched in thought. "Is that because they're from here? Do you not eat coins where you're from?" Because he doesn't have experience with anything like the robot back home and Gustave doesn't even know where to begin with speculation.
lutin: (smile)

[personal profile] lutin 2025-05-27 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Eponine takes the teacup. She doesn’t mean to be ungrateful, and she’s never had tea, but honestly, she’d rather just have the whiskey. When Nancy gives up the lady like act and swigs from the bottle, Eponine laughs.

“Nancy, I ain’t meaning your pardon, truly, but might I have the same? Just a mouthful. I won’t drink it all!”

She puts down the teacup carefully so as not to spill anything and looks across to Nancy’s wardrobe. She’s slightly shorter, slightly skinnier, but there’s not much in it at all.
“What were your dress from home like?”
She straightens out her rags, smoothing the tattered cloth as she folds them.
“This were my pa’s chemise before it were mine. And this were my cloak when I were a child. It were fine once. Pretty even. I were, once upon a time. Can you believe?”

She grabs for the whiskey.
“I’ve wanted a shawl for ages, you know? What’s yours like?”
daughterofpluto: (11)

[personal profile] daughterofpluto 2025-05-27 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Hazel nods at his words. "I think it would be best to stick together. Back home, none of us would have tried to figure this out alone. I can't seem to get a grasp on..." On the Mist and how to manipulate it. She's not sure if that means it isn't here anymore or not.

The next thing surprises her less than the visions of things that aren't real. She puts a hand on top of her Spatha. Without Arion, she's sure people will tease her again, but she's trying not to overthink that. She's only 5'2" and the sword reaches down to her ankle. It is, admittedly, a cavalry sword, but no one was going to stop her from dreaming that she'd be part of the cavalry one day and she proved herself right and everyone else wrong. "I can handle a monster or two. I've been fighting them since I was thirteen" And she's fifteen now.
lutin: (Default)

[personal profile] lutin 2025-05-27 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Eponine shrugs. She doesn’t know what to think.

“Have you just arrived here too, Sir?”
daughterofpluto: (12)

[personal profile] daughterofpluto 2025-05-27 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Hazel considers something for a moment. It's hard to explain it, but it might make it easier. "I..." She pauses, frowning a little. "It's hard to explain exactly everything that happened and it might not sound real." There's more of a hint of her Creole accent when she's speaking now, more because she's nervous than anything else. "But I found a place where I trained and then I found New Rome and I lived there." How does one explain being in the Underworld for seventy years and coming back to the living world in such a different time without sounding rather mentally unwell to someone that's not from where she's from? Or somewhere similar. "That's fair. I'm glad I can help."

She studies Alicent quietly for a bit, reaching out hesitantly to touch her arm. "It's hard. I understand, though. I had a dear friend once, too." Sammy had been her dearest friend and it had been hard to learn of his passing, but she had Leo now and he was a descendant of her best friend from childhood. And then there was Jason. And that loss was still very new along with Dakota. Maybe she could accept them being with her, but then she didn't want to deprive them of rebirth or Elysium.

"I guess we'll have to learn as we go. There might be people that know more than us." And she hopes that she can get the information verbally. "What are your gods like?"
artfuldawkins: (still a scrapper)

[personal profile] artfuldawkins 2025-05-27 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah," Dodger nods. "Still not entirely sure what I think on it all. Not a big fan of bein' made to do a whole... maze."
daughterofpluto: (15)

[personal profile] daughterofpluto 2025-05-27 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
He will only ever figure out that Hazel's not terrible by exposure.

She seems at least fairly proud of herself. She doesn't have Arion, but she has the practice of using her weapon without a horse for long enough that she's still fairly skilled in it.

"Most are," she agrees. "But if we can slow it down somehow, then I think we can move fast enough. I'll keep my sword ready if it chases after us much longer." She may only be 5'2", but she's also a demigod and that really gives her the strength and agility to deal with situations like this well enough.
repudiatedbutunbowed: (Default)

[personal profile] repudiatedbutunbowed 2025-05-27 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Both.

[Junia sounded resolute and confident, but then broke the spell by hesitating and looking back at the drinks tray. A little bit of liquid courage did sound appealing right now, light or no light.

…no. She’d need to keep her wits with here in the maze. The Light burned with its usual comforting warmth in her heart. She took a breath, then marched forwards with a confidence she didn’t really feel.]
maritorious: (between two bars)

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-05-27 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
It's only going to get worse from here.

She nods, takes his arm. "Lead the way. God I hate puzzles."
artfuldawkins: (aint no life pondering)

[personal profile] artfuldawkins 2025-05-27 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, let's go straight for a bit, see if any of these turnin's appeal to us."
goldenturtle: @jiminsi.arts (pic#17310797)

cw: minor self-inflicted wound 🙃

[personal profile] goldenturtle 2025-05-27 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Suddenly filled with anger he knows is irrational, and irritation at how no one ever believes him when he says he's fine, Cale steps forward and reaches out to slice his palm open on her sword.

He then holds it out for her to inspect, expression cold and indifferent, and by time Kel sees the wound it's already almost completely healed. ]
maritorious: (pic#17784394)

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-05-27 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Be my guest," she says, and offers the bottle to Eponine. However much she wants to have, it's alright with Nancy. "So long as you don't throw up on my dresses, we'll be alright." She offers her a warm smile, and stands to go to the closet.

"Here- I'll show you." She opens her closet door and pulls out a well-loved red dress with black detailing. It's clean now, but thread-bare about the elbows, her petticoats ripping and tearing. The dress was a bit short on Nancy when she'd arrived here, but likely would fit Eponine perfectly. But she didn't need to wear a ratty old thing like that. "And here's the shawl." The shawl itself had gone a muddy brown, even more tattered than her dress. Both items of clothing were in a far better state than Eponine's clothing had been, she realizes now.

"The stitching's beautiful, on the chemise," she remarks. "We'll get you whatever type of dress and chemise you want here. All the shawls you want. And- oh, Ponine. Look at me." She catches the other girl's eye and smiles at her. "You're still pretty. I wish I had dimples like you do."
maritorious: (pic#17554954)

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-05-27 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sounds right," she says, casting a glance his way as they walk. It's so strange, to see him all grown. He's striking, real handsome, especially now he'd grown into his looks. Honestly, if she didn't have Bill...

They walk until they come to a fork in the road. "Left or right?"
lementeur: (039)

[personal profile] lementeur 2025-05-27 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That initial reaction sounds like a story for another time, but he does take note of it.

On hearing about a king, Verso tries not to roll his eyes. It's not very successful, but then again he's not trying very hard. The writing is on the tin. Of course, there would be a king. There's a duchess! He can do the math on the rest. ]


Is he your court ruler, then? Or would that be the Duchess?
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 2025-05-27 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
And that's the question, isn't it. What can he remember?

Earlier in the party, she might have seen him throwing a fit, knocking over tables and throwing food and drink in the partygoers face.

The king had stopped him, had a suprisingly calm-looking conversation, and soon after, lucien had disappeared into the hedge maze.

But Lucien rememembers none of that now. He reaches out for any memory, any fact, anything he can give this creature who spoke to him like they're friends. He only has one flash of an image to go by. His body shivers

"I was.... I was looking up at the sky."
in_her_shadow: (okay i'm little)

[personal profile] in_her_shadow 2025-05-27 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, yeah, that's real helpful.

She begins retreating into anger - anger is safe, anger protects, anger makes sure you don't get scared and hurt.

"Which sky?" She snaps, fists clenched. "The one back in your world, or the one here?"