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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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tutoroftactics: (confident)

[personal profile] tutoroftactics 2025-06-13 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
I wonder where they'll put me. It's seasons, and times of day, right?
bloodalwaystells: Hrm (Default)

[personal profile] bloodalwaystells 2025-06-13 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Jaeger nods. Communication...that's reassuring, too, something familiar enough to his world.

"I don't know how much I can offer, but likewise. If there's anything I can do, please let me know." He pauses, a wry smile crossing his face. "I expect it will take a little time to find ways to make myself useful, but it's what I'm used to. I think it will do me good to find a purpose."
revvup: (determined)

[personal profile] revvup 2025-06-13 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oooh. Harley doesn't know who this stranger is, but she does know that he's handsome. And full of himself.]

Oh yeah? And who are you then, Mr Popular?

[She says it with a laugh, with a little flirtatious hand on Tony's knee, before she's moved it again just as quickly.]

Not so much in the brain department? Or... [She wrinkles her nose] Magic screwing with you?
revvup: (don't think so)

[personal profile] revvup 2025-06-13 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh, hello?

[Harley gestures at Joker. Is this kid blind? Stupid? How can he not realise that he's stood behind one of the greatest criminals in Gotham? The Crown Prince of Crime?]

I'd get outta here, kid. Mr J don't like it so much when you don't know who he is.
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[personal profile] coolcustomer 2025-06-13 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
That's right, though gods know what other criteria they're using that no one knows about.
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[personal profile] revvup 2025-06-13 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Artfulness?

[Harley arches an eyebrow.]

Sounds like sticky fingers to me.
thefiftypercent: (look down)

[personal profile] thefiftypercent 2025-06-13 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He fully turns his attention to Harley. ]

No, not fine print. Common law. Not concrete rules, but common understanding passed down through generations. Perhaps Millenia, in this case. That is, if Time is a concept that matters in this place at all.

[ He studies her. ]

You are from Earth.
thefiftypercent: (crave)

[personal profile] thefiftypercent 2025-06-13 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Stark. Here. Already? The case for Stark's error grows. Did he fail to use the stones correctly and brought them both here? Typical human; causing cascading problems in his misbegotten quest to 'fix' things. The natural result when you fight the inevitable, truly.

Thanos advanced towards Stark confidently.

"Your fears are correctly assigned," he said. "Also correct is delivering your pleas to the lords of this place. For otherwise they would wither before my deaf ears and scatter their ashes upon the empty wasteland of my mercy."

He reaches out a massive, purple hand-
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The party

[personal profile] verfeuern 2025-06-13 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
You.

Unaware as to whom it is she speaks, Rhaenyra slowly cranes her neck to find the source of the voice and, upon doing so, has to look skyward. A giant of a man if he is indeed one yet, for a young woman who is eye level with his elbows, she swallows the hint of anxiety that tries to bubble up. Her tongue has always been sharper than her mind.

"You has a name and you are rude to not inquire about it. Moreover, what I recall will mean very little to someone I have never met." She would recall a giant purple man whose chin appears as if its sole purpose is to be used to sharpen steel. Raising her eyebrows, she makes an idle gesture with a hand as if to strike their previous interaction from the record.

"Shall we start again? Or do you prefer You as well?" Her curiosity is getting the best of her, but anyone with eyes would be intrigued by a figure of his size. He could quell rebellions simply by stepping onto the battlefield.
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Party

[personal profile] kingforboth 2025-06-13 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Most of Kelson's rings had been left behind in Gwynedd, in the event he fell during the war. He still had two however, the signet of Gwynedd, and the ill-fated Sidana's wedding ring, which rested on his pinky, gold band engraved with ruby lions. He worried the smaller ring, it having become a bit of a fidget spinner for Kelsons since his Queen's death. And she was his queen, even if the crown never made it to rest on her head. He smiled to himself as he saw the woman grab the knife off the table.

"Maybe we can find a wrist sheath for you later." Kelson offered a smile and a soft bow. " The Lawspeaker's attempt at diplomacy leaves much to be desired. But her guards do not. I had the misfortune of arriving a month ago, my lady. I'm afraid if it were that easy, we would not be here. But, perhaps if we talk, we can come up with a plan together."
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[personal profile] verfeuern 2025-06-14 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
If she survives? She actually gapes at him, trying to contain her amusement.

"Not only will I survive, but I'll do so without dirtying your pretty blade. You can have it back only if you survive. Otherwise, I'll consider it your gift to me for your amusement at my struggles." He didn't look amused in the slightest; she is simply poking fun of his serious disposition. A small reprieve after her encounter with the beast, her hand is still trembling from the adrenaline, and she has to divert that energy elsewhere.

"Skoros iksos naejot keligon ao hen gaomagon aōha egros va issa hembar? Gaomagon nyke pāsagon ao?" Despite her inquiry she does glide by him to take the lead, likely due to the fact that she is pleased to have an escort of sorts. Her temperament might be fiery but even she knows when she is treading water, she is not equipped to handle the dangers of the maze on her own, but her mysterious relative is. Even now she is mentally flipping through pages of notes while trying to discern his identity.

"Many would sooner lose their titles than willingly arm me," she calls over a shoulder, testing out the balance of the blade upon her fingertips.
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[personal profile] verfeuern 2025-06-14 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
"If I'm to have one, my lord, it will be for a far better blade than this one." Caught red-handed she pretends to mull over the structure of the knife, turning it so the candlelight glints off of the surface. Though, naturally, she has no intention of putting it back with so many unfamiliar faces surrounding her. There may be eyes on her here, but none seem particularly keen on what she is doing presently.

"Bold of you assume I'm not enacting my plan as we speak," she begins with a look that borders on playful. "As it stands, I'm in need of an alliance. Should we speak terms or are you willing to trust that I have our best interest at heart?" Rhaenyra shifts in place and steps closer to him so that their conversation is not overheard by those around them. These other Adopted may be in the same predicament as them but trust is earned, not freely given.

Not that she trusts this one just yet, she just knows the value of making allies in a foreign land.
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[personal profile] foraride 2025-06-14 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
That gets a blink as Kiriya considers it before expression abruptly narrows into something thoughtful. "Can you read me?" Still curiosity, but there's a slight edge to it now. What does he register as now? Human-ish or other?

But he's not going to question extra information, and easily hangs a right at the next opportunity. Handy, that. "Anything else you want to share?"
kingforboth: (look at my hair bitch)

[personal profile] kingforboth 2025-06-14 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
"We'll get you a stiletto," Kelson reached his arm up to brush his hair behind his ears, his own braid spilling down his shoulders. "But I do know of several people who collect such items like they're trinkets. Honestly it's a pity they weren't kidnapped as well, we might have an entire arsenal at our disposal." He returned that borderline playful look with one of his own.

Kelson was about to truth read her on instinct, and stopped. Magic had done nothing but get him into trouble here so far. Best rely on talk and body language for now. "Quite yes, let's speak terms." No offense Rhaenyra but he loved contracts. "Now who may I have the privilege of speaking with?" Kelson had apparently completely forgotten he was carrying around his crown like a bracelet. It was an awfully big bracelet, but he absolutely refused to leave a priceless Gwynedd artifact in his dorm room.
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[personal profile] angotas 2025-06-14 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
That comment did, in fact, earn a smirk from Aemond, this time more obvious. He gazed at her with a steady, quiet intensity for a long moment, as though sizing her up. Then he inclined his head, yielding to her statement. "It will be as you say," he said, more than a little curious to see whether one of them would die. He'd been waiting for death to claim him soon. That his last legacy lay in the hands of a family member he'd armed with a blade just seemed fitting.

"Ao ȳdragon olvie," he muttered loud enough for her ears, partly teasing even though it was the truth. Aemond had always been a relatively quiet child, peering at people like a sentry on duty. Still, he followed her at a respectful distance, though not far enough that he couldn't defend her if necessary. Which made his next words all the more ironic. "If I managed to stab you, I would be sorely disappointed in your poor reflexes. You should be able to draw that dagger faster than I can draw my sword." He really shouldn't have been amused as he was, and yet.

It was her last admission that identified this unnamed Targaryen in his mind. Surely this must be Daenerys, the woman who challenged the Queen in the North. "I am not like many people, Your Grace," Aemond said blithely. There was a note of pride in his voice, but it was a confidence born of hard work and struggle. Most people assumed his weakness as a child. Most of those people were dead now.
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geis, un: thesandman — voice

[personal profile] somnifer 2025-06-14 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
It is not about "gain." [ His voice is soft, soothing, and just a tad unnerving. ] This is their nature. And we abide by their laws now.
amberdrake: Umid Yuldashev (I painted all your pigeons red)

[personal profile] amberdrake 2025-06-14 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
"I am admittedly trying to pay more attention to those further away," Amberdrake glances at Kiriya a little closer for a moment, registering that edge. That could be any number of things. A degree of wariness, for example, is a common reaction to hearing what he can do even on his own world.

It doesn't quite read that way, though. Interesting.

"But... yes, of course. Is that a surprise?"

Just a little gentle prodding at that edge, he can't help it.

"I am also a Healer. And, in the interest of not having the Empathic Gift render me useless in the thick of danger, a noncombatant."

Intentionally hurting someone or something else fucks him up. You know, exactly when that would be the worst thing to fucking happen.
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[personal profile] thefiftypercent 2025-06-14 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
So impertinent. He could squash her as easily as he could an ant, and she must realize this. Or perhaps it doesn't occur to her. Does she come from a world where physical force is an impossibility, either by nature or craft? Perhaps she is actually a being of immense power despite her small stature.

She reminds him of his daughter. The good one.

"I'll accept your gracious gesture. I am Thanos. Across the cosmos my name is spoken in fearful whisper. My arrival heralds a choice: destruction or rebirth."

"What is your name, little one?"
Edited 2025-06-14 03:05 (UTC)
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[personal profile] verfeuern 2025-06-14 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Even if he isn't observing he'll hear the distinct sound of the Leaf hitting the floor, followed by the telltale scraping of it being picked back up. For a moment she just stares at the device then she remembers her manners. If the voice came from it then surely, she could speak back to it. She's mesmerized but looks around as if expecting to get caught doing something unsavory. ]

Everyone is out to gain something. How am I to abide by their laws if I'm unaware of them?
Edited (when you notice a typo hours later) 2025-06-14 14:50 (UTC)
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[personal profile] verfeuern 2025-06-14 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Is that doubt I hear? On your part or mine, I wonder." He'll find she can rattle on like this for days without ever losing her breath and when she looks over her shoulder at him, she is grinning to herself. Without missing a beat, she turns to face him with the purpose of walking backward so they can speak face to face. She trusts him to warn her of danger for the sheer fact that she seems to be holding onto a dagger he prizes.

"Ao ȳzaldrīzes tolī byka," comes the accusation of her own with a hint of exasperation behind it. At one point she pretends to teeter like she might fall over then, at the last second, the corners of her mouth twist up into an impish smile. "You're making me feel less inclined to return this to you at the end of our adventure. There was a time that I would have given anything to be a knight or explore the world to my heart's content."

There's a hint of longing in her gaze that she stifles quickly enough, just in time for Aemond to refer to her as Your Grace. She can feel it blossoming in her chest, a feeling of pride that also comes with trepidation. Her claim still runs strong for the time being, but the feeling of doubt is suffocating. "Princess Rhaenyra," she corrects him, "and it wouldn't be the Realm you would have to contend with but my father. Who doesn't share in my vision of glory for myself." In fact, if Viserys saw her with the dagger in her hand, he would scold the both of them thoroughly, but the state of her dress would have him red in the face.

"There must be an interesting name to go with that pride." The pointed look she gives him hides nothing; she isn't asking a question. "Unless you prefer I call you my one-eyed savior." He's hidden it away like some kind of shameful secret, she's well aware of the fact that he will disapprove of his new moniker. Her determination when there is something she wants is unmatched and right now she desires his name above all else.
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[personal profile] verfeuern 2025-06-14 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Only one? If my father arrives, I'm hiding all of my trinkets in your room so he's none the wiser to my growing arsenal of weaponry. Soon, my collection will be even more impressive than those of your contacts." It's difficult to say who would get the worst of the tongue lashing; Kelson for giving her the information or her for being foolish enough to act on it. If she knows nothing else about the man, she at least admires his spirit.

A wise move, Kelson, Aemond was merciful. "Princess Rhaenyra of House Targaryen," she utters with all the importance and pride the title demands. A graceful curtsy, a womanly giggle at his charm? No, she takes one look at the bracelet he's wearing and can hardly mask her judgment despite her amusement taking hold. "Respectfully, my lord, that is the gaudiest piece of jewelry I've ever laid eyes upon." If he fell into a lake he would surely drown.
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[personal profile] monochromous 2025-06-14 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Alicia is used to going ignored, so the silence between them is as familiar as anything, it's only when Caelus addresses her that she startles slightly.

But their words are gentle and surprisingly complimentary, enough that Alicia reaches up to brush a lock of her long hair behind her ear, smiling beneath her mask. Would she? Or would she only fade into the background even more with a pretty flower in her hair, too perfect for someone who looks the way she does?

So the young woman hums quietly in response, shyly looking away, warmed by the compliment, even if she might not believe it fully.]
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[personal profile] verfeuern 2025-06-14 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Then we have terms," she says with a practiced air of confidence. Polite of him to take her up on the offer when he could have just as easily swatted her away like a meddlesome fly. It makes her even more bold, granting her the confidence to turn her back to the crowds and give him her undivided attention.

"You honor me by doing so."

Across the cosmos is a bold statement but, in her mind, he is cementing the fact that he is a great warrior in her mind. His words are foreboding but she presses on, turning her attention to their new supposed keepers. "A fitting name. And what do you make of them? Our captors."

Because right now, she wishes a little bit of destruction on them. "Princess Rhaenyra of House Targaryen."
unseensmiter: @yevon (walk like an egyptian)

[personal profile] unseensmiter 2025-06-14 08:45 am (UTC)(link)
mhmm!!
i think it's because this whole place is kinda... cognitive-y.
you'll see, it's a bit weird

oh and everyone's gonna warn you to not make any deals with the locals
(but it's ok sometimes)
(i don't judge)
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[personal profile] artfuldawkins 2025-06-14 09:50 am (UTC)(link)
[He just tilts his head, smirking a little]