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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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gentledawn: (☽ planetary winds)

[personal profile] gentledawn 2025-06-05 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
I'm confused too. [And in more pain than he lets on.] I think I would feel better if...

If I could find a healer.
righteouseyes: (huh)

Eito Aotsuki | The Hundred Line: Last Defense Academy

[personal profile] righteouseyes 2025-06-05 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ooc: eito is a bit of spoiler-y and also kind of intense character, so see his warnings / opt out page if needed!]

i. the party
[Eito's sitting somewhere in the corner of the party, a rare quiet corner where there's not a lot of people. He seems perfectly content to occupy himself with eating on his own, almost basking in the solitude.

Until you show up, of course. The corner of his mouth twitches, just a touch, and then he gives a polite smile.]


Ah. Can I help you...?

ii. can't unseelie it
[There's a Jersey Devil lurking around this part of the maze. Its scream echoes through the corridors.

If you're passing through this way, you may feel something suddenly grab your arm or collar and pull sharply -- right into a little crevice in the walls of the maze. Eito's stuffed himself in here, and holds a finger up to his mouth to emphasize be quiet.

A moment later, the Jersey Devil passes by. Luckily, it won't notice anyone hiding in this little hide.

Once the coast is clear, Eito will let go of his new companion, though he still looks a bit pale and shaken.]


iii. GEIS
un: bluemoon
What a boring question.

I have one of my own, though. Why do so many of our fae captors look overwhelmingly human? It's a little disappointing, honestly.


iv. wildcard
[go wild or it me up at [plurk.com profile] larksong!]
desireandhope: (Dramatic)

i think the safest and best thing to do would be to put yusuke kitagawa down. it's for the best.

[personal profile] desireandhope 2025-06-05 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
[The world freezes. Yusuke's eyes widen, with no time to respond beyond passing acknowledgment that something has changed. There's a stirring in his chest, Gorokichi demanding to be released because this is a threat, but he tamps it down. There's no reason to be suddenly lashing out.

And then time returns to rights and Yusuke blinks as this beautiful enigma points a sharp rapier to his throat. His heart beats fast in his chest, one fourth fear and three fourths intrigue. He lets his arm fall down lamely to his side.

He waits for her to speak but no sound comes. The girl merely raises her chin and it takes him a beat too long for his brain to process exactly what it is she is asking. When he does realize it though the understanding is clear on his face.]


I couldn't help myself. You are a striking figure in this colorful garden, moreso than the flowers themselves. You brought a delicate grey twilight to the vivid colors of spring. I simply must draw you or-

[Here Yusuke puts a hand to his chest, eyes shining with determination and fire.]

Would you do me the honor-

[Now he has gently pushed away the rapier from his throat (not intending to imply any threat but to merely move an obstacle) and in one swift motion falls down to one knee. The hand that is not on his chest is raised up and forward in supplication.]

Of being the model for my next art piece!?
Edited (can you believe there is no minotaur in the center of the maze? Fae leaders getting cheap.) 2025-06-05 15:44 (UTC)
soulsighting: DNS (18)

[personal profile] soulsighting 2025-06-05 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Caelus isn't in the business of scaring people. They know their current appearance isn't... Ideal right now, but they can't do anything about it. Instead, just like Alicia, they stay behind in the shadows for most of the party. Quietly keeping to themselves until they notice a younger woman doing the same thing as them and retreating to the flowers.

She certainly looks like a painting, but she also looks a bit lonely too. In some ways, Alicia reminds them of their twin sister in her mannerisms. It makes them a bit more comfortable to approach her. Gently plucking a flower out of the flower bed, and gently smiling at her when their eyes meet.

However, they don't seem to say anything to her. Simply just staying beside her to keep her company, that she may or may not want.]
never_misses: (o rly?)

Sam | Villains By Necessity

[personal profile] never_misses 2025-06-05 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
party

Before so much as touching any of that food, Sam's going to be checking it for poisons. He's no fool, and half of it is unusual colors anyway (who organised this buffet, anyway, Valerie? If so he's doubly suspicious).

Of course, food doesn't need to be poisoned to be a trap, and when the trap is revealed he drops his head into his hands with a groan.

Kaylana's never going to let him hear the end of this. (He also doesn't believe that bit about their problems being resolved for a second, but it's just as well they plucked him from after the fate of the world no longer hung in the balance.)

hedge maze

No. No, no, no, a thousand times no, he's already had to deal with one pain-in-the-ass labyrinth in recent weeks. No. He will cut his way out of the damned thing if that's what it takes - easier to do if he had a sword rather than his daggers, but there's a lot to be said for tenacity.

Any monsters that come after him within the maze are likely to find themselves dispatched by said daggers in short order, flying at their most vulnerable spots. So long as the daggers don't ricochet off something else, they strike true every time - and if they do ricochet, that's going to open up an awkward conversation with whoever just took the hit.

It's trying (very begrudgingly) to navigate the maze properly that really trips Sam up, thanks to a series of right turns. First it's the Guild before him, thriving like it should, never abandoned, never decimated by Mizzamir's whitewashing fuckery. Then he finds Blackmail - with his horse, which is sign enough that something unusual is going on.

After he shakes that vision off, Sam gives up. He's going to shadow-travel his way out of this fucking maze before it can taunt him again.

GEIS

Sam has not used a telephone of any kind before, never mind a 'smart' one. The sudden vibration on his person startles the shit out of him and nearly sees his poor Leaf stomped on, before he figures out it's... supposed to be doing that? Weird. How is it lighting up?

And, once he figures out it's meant for communication, as well as what their kidnappers are asking:

No.

He is not telling the fae about that time he gave up his identity. Absolutely not.

(Odds of this amounting to anything any time soon are low, especially since I would desperately need to reread and would have to write up a history myself. But: lol. Lmao, even.
lementeur: (001)

[personal profile] lementeur 2025-06-05 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ He does nothing to refute her silent accusations, makes no attempt to steal back the envelope or escape her blows. For how much she must hate him right now, she should be striking him with more force, but it wouldn't matter. The raw pain in her hushed sobs may as well be screams in his ears, with every strike from her hands bruising him to his mockery of a soul. He utterly wilts under her assault, only taking a step or two back so that when push comes shove, he's the one to stumble so that she doesn't.

Alicia has known what he wants, she's known his motivation all along. She had to know that nothing would veer him away from his path, especially not so close to reaching his goal, but as deeply as he knows that if given the chance, he'd do it all over again, he can see it for what it is. A betrayal.

Even while being brutally honest to her face about his intentions, it didn't mean that he wasn't simultaneously burying a knife into her back, straight through her heart.

She'd had too much faith in him, in the Verso he used to be, and oh how sorry he is for it. Unfortunately, this is what he is, and now, this is what she's stuck with. They both are. He ought to just leave, but where is he going to go? Across the garden? This isn't the continent, it isn't so easy to hide from one's sins in this realm. And he's still too aware that Alicia is in a state far more vulnerable than she's potentially ever been, so he isn't going anywhere yet.

He wants to grab her and hold her tighter, to explain himself, but she deserves better. What comfort can he offer? What excuse can he utter than she doesn't already know?

Instead, he drops both hands and lets her vent for as long as she needs to—any flinch that occurs is for injury far more than skin-deep. He brought this on himself. He had never expected to be alive to face the consequence, but now that they're here, Verso can't run from them. ]
lightish: ([daybreak])

[personal profile] lightish 2025-06-05 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
Lux tips his chin in while Lucien tells his story, but when the other man mentions that attempt on his life at such a young age, the Duke's face splits into a too toothy grin, sharp and wolfish.

It sounds familiar as anything, the natural predatory nature of the fairy court, what every royal has known for the whole of their lives. How fascinating to know that somethings remain constant even between varying courts.

"I will." To the point. "But perhaps another time, if you catch me in a good mood, I'll tell you more."

Lucien stumbles over his words, clearly all too aware of his mistake, but Lux's sharpened grin softens to something more natural, eyes warm as he captures the other man's gaze with his own. "Why him, I wonder? What exactly had he done to earn such utter devotion?"
renhanded: (« [consider] well that's not new but)

[personal profile] renhanded 2025-06-05 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
[He would question why she's asking, but he already has an idea that it's for polite conversation. It would be boring to speak to someone if they just knew the answer, and she probably knows enough about him to know he's got a few surprises up his sleeve. He lets a little pull tug at the edge of his mouth to her question, quickly slipping into a newer persona of something he thinks she'd like.]

He was... pretty surprised. Though not as bothered by it as I would have thought.

[Not that he's getting very deep into the traumatizing experience of that encounter.]

I didn't think you'd actually take him up on it, though. Starting a fight between two court leaders just because of a deal with one of us.
lementeur: (012)

[personal profile] lementeur 2025-06-05 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ In a far less demanding scenario, she might have been kind enough to steal that air from him for a little while longer, let him drift into that chilling fantasy of 'Maybe this time...'

But they have a sister in a vulnerable situation to look after, so despite their darker temptations, the distraction is only momentary. With a roll of his eyes, Verso responds with a caustic woof under his breath while rubbing at the bruising on his neck. It will fade quickly.

With Clea still pinning him with her leg, he's forced to lean a little to keep a clear view of Alicia, and that's when he finds that she's not only turned her sword on the young man, he's apparently taken the threat as...a romantic gesture? Verso has seen a lot of strange things in his life, but this has to be fairly high up there. He is utterly bewildered. From this distance, with the chatter of others around them, he can't make out what's being said, but there are only so many things it can be. ]


Is he...proposing?

[ Does this count as a mistake, sister dear?

Alicia might just decapitate the fool before he or Clea get a chance to ever corner him, in which case, they better be ready to defend her from an angry crowd. At this point, he's prepared for anything. ]
Edited 2025-06-05 05:49 (UTC)
bugbeverage: or are you just happy to see me? (is that a sandworm in your pants)

[personal profile] bugbeverage 2025-06-05 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not just a ghost, I'm the ghost, babe."

He tugs on his sleeve cuffs, looking chuffed with himself.
artfuldawkins: (aint no life pondering)

[personal profile] artfuldawkins 2025-06-05 09:17 am (UTC)(link)
"It'll work! It's got to work," there's desperation in his voice.
ourtomorrow: ([02] pout)

[personal profile] ourtomorrow 2025-06-05 12:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ken and Wormmon exchange worried glances. What's happening? All they see is an empty corridor....So that means....

Ken's mind starts whirring overtime, drawing the conclusions. Wormmon, a simpler soul, looks up at Lena. ]


Who?
ourtomorrow: ([02] exposit)

[personal profile] ourtomorrow 2025-06-05 12:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The walls move. Ken might find that existentially distressing, but Wormmon's concerns tend towards the more immediate. ]

Scary...

They don't want us to escape. Or...

[ Ken's buggy brain works overtime. ]

Kiriya-san, are you willing to test something?
memorycardio: (026)

[personal profile] memorycardio 2025-06-05 12:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, okay. I'll remember it.

I am used to danger, and I'm strong. You don't have to worry about me. What kind of big deal are you?
maritorious: (thinking of Bill)

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-06-05 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's good, ain't it?" She grins back at her new friend.

Eponine complements her dress, and Nancy nearly laughs. "Oh- it's an old thing. Had it for forever, you can see it's all threadbare around the elbows." She gestures. "Not right sure how I got it. The shawl used t'be a blanket, my friend and I just cut it in half and sewed the edges. But here we won't have to do nothing like that. Promise."

In her closet, she's already pulled a few options, but winds up holding up a blue dress, with different shades of blue and brown for accents. "Something like this?" She asks. "You can have as many as you want, three of each color if you think!" She holds up the pink dress, weighing it against Eponine's colors.

"Hush! I ain't lying- you'll see it soon enough, I'm sure. We'll get back to the party and have some cake, we'll start there. Your hair can get better here, and for teeth... Maybe one of the fae'd give you new teeth? Don't hurt t'ask."
memorycardio: (008)

[personal profile] memorycardio 2025-06-05 02:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Meanwhile sarcasm mostly lost on this girl. Ren is definitely wonderful, glad you agree.]

He woke me up in the Jail of Alice Hiiragi. For some reason, I was in the Metaverse.
notamusical: (Gouge out your eyes)

[personal profile] notamusical 2025-06-05 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[She returned the gesture.]

No, I was trying to get out here and get back to where I'm supposed to be. I'm supposed to be protecting the hotel, and even if extermination day is over that doesn't mean some other asshole isn't going to blow another hole in the wall or something.

[She heard the sound of the flapping wings, they definitely weren't angelic wings though, they were too loud and sounded a bit more leathery.]

Great. I can handle myself, but how the fuck are we supposed to get out of here if the walls keep moving?
dessendre: (pic#17850583)

—can't unseelie it

[personal profile] dessendre 2025-06-05 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Having just escaped those grasping hands herself, Clea wasn't exactly thrilled to find her winding path had led right back to the veiled woman once again. Thankfully, though, she seemed preoccupied with drowning someone else. Clea continued walking, making her way around the perimeter of the water with the Lampmaster drifting silently behind. Perhaps it was cruel, but she saw no reason to intervene. This maze was, in her mind, a test of character. They were meant to survive.

And yet.

She couldn't be certain what made her stop. Even the Lampmaster twisted at the last moment to avoid colliding into her back, floating at her elbow with a little twitch of curiosity, as if asking her what happened. Clea exhaled hard. "Handle that, would you?" Roaring, her Nevron surged back to rip the creature away. Clea followed at a leisurely pace, stopping to loom over the woman with a raised eyebrow. "Let's hope you were worth the effort," she said dryly, far too calm for the entire situation.
openwindow: (talking)

[personal profile] openwindow 2025-06-05 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
A strange man speaks to her. Claudia looks at him for a moment, and notices he looks relatively harmless. But then again, so did she.

"No- like strawberries" The food tastes odd on her lips, and she knows she's not going to be able to fully digest it. But it's good- she wonders if dipping it in blood would help at all.

She fixes her eyes on Maurice and smiles, looking every bit the child her body belonged to. "Did you get stuck here, too, mister?" Her heavy New Orleans accent is soft, and she blinks her big eyes at him. It's better to play her role until she gets a better feel for this place. No one needs to know who she really is.
maritorious: (are you so stupid)

there are three Broadway things in this post.

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-06-05 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"The ghost?" She blinks. "You don't look like Jane Seymore."
maritorious: (ground)

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-06-05 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Jack..." She whimpers, using his first name. "Jack..."
tempeststorm: (Thinking)

(On Act 2 of Clair, I just have to compliment your Gustave so much <3)

[personal profile] tempeststorm 2025-06-05 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
That might be the case for others… not me.

But fine. Tell me a moment when they were wrong.


[It’s strange. Normally he would have dismissed such notions several messages back. He would have stopped responding. Such idealistic nonsense… but the way this conversation puts it, it doesn’t smart as much as other instances in the past. Persistent but not… naive.]
ferrokinetics: ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ (134)

[personal profile] ferrokinetics 2025-06-05 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
from one oppressor to another. can't believe we're getting tossed around like this

i guess i should be thankful no one i care about is here, too.
interwebs: (649)

[personal profile] interwebs 2025-06-05 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Honestly, I really don't trust anything they say. They can tell us we're useful one moment, then useless another time. Fae are known to be very fickle creatures, at least in stories from my world.

[ Can't really be considered a nerd when one doesn't know at least a few other things beyond one's expertise. And while magic and fairytales aren't really Peter's forte, he knows enough about them regardless.

Watching her pick up some of the creature's teeth, Peter continues while looking around. ]
But I still think there's a way to figure out an exit. Just have to decipher a pattern to this maze. [ Something behavior-related, maybe, since it's technically alive. ]
steepwithdead: (99)

[personal profile] steepwithdead 2025-06-05 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Alright. Try to stay close and let's not lose sight of one another. Our best weapon against what's happening here is that we're together.

[He starts towards that path, keeping a careful eye out for any trouble- or any more illusions, although it would be hard to pull one over on them a second time, after all that.]