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Test Drive Meme #3

TDM #3 - May/June 2025
🦋 Introduction

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🦋 The Party

You wake up at a party.

You're not sure how, exactly, you got here. You may have just been walking in the woods or at a meeting for work or doing any other normal activity for you. But you know you weren't supposed to be at this party, you're fairly certain.

Anyone you ask about it will say the party is for you. You and the others also waking up and looking confused. Further questions will lead to the partygoers insisting you have something to eat. You're starving and others are eating the food without repercussion, so you figure there's no harm in a bite. You finish your portion.

It's another garden party near a large hedge maze in the middle of the night. With his penchant for games the Ruler of the Spring Court decided it would be nice to hold an actual game for all the Adopted present. None of that dreidel game a couple of parties ago. This time, he wants more spectacle with higher stakes. Forced to participate and host aspects of this gathering as well, the Ruler of the Dark Court wanted nothing to do with this, so he figured his participation in itself is for the party to happen at night, during his rule, when his mood is at its most pleasant.

Of course, there is no shortage of light sources such as candles and torches, much to the Earl's chagrin, as well as no shortage of food. This time, the fae decided to try their hand on some pasta. They heard it's a good delicacy from the mortal plane. Thing is, sauces look and smell bizarre. One's purple, while another's bright pink, and they taste fruity, as well as flowery, much like the cookies from the last gathering.

As the party winds down and everyone's eaten, a tall, stately woman stands up and speaks. You feel her voice more than hear it.

I am the Lawspeaker of the Fae, elected by Seelie and Unseelie alike, and you are all, now, subjects of Faerie. You cannot leave this realm once you have eaten our food, and even if you could, there is no saying how much time has passed back where you're from. Your loved ones are likely dead, your problems have likely played out. We require assistance in various matters, and each of you has been chosen for your talent and skill. You will be adopted by one of the Seelie or Unseelie Courts based on your strengths and personality. Your Court will decide what to do with you from there.

As suddenly as she stood, she sits back down.


🦋 Feeling on Hedge

So, what about this hedge maze that seems to have appeared out of nowhere and looming quite eerily beside this night's gathering? For one, peculiar noises can be heard whenever one's near its entrance. From the rustling of leaves to a woman crying, everything seems to be coming from inside.

Of course, the Adopted's participation is required and paramount. Anyone who refuses will be met with harsh penalties and consequences, whatever those may be. They also hint of a prize to anyone who comes out victorious on the other side. It's unclear what it is, though.

The fae know that while the Adopted have been very useful so far, they are also vulnerable and susceptible to fear, so to mitigate that, they have some colorful shots on a table marked LIQUID COURAGE near the entrance to the maze with such effects:

  • Gold: Essentially a strong drink that gives you profound energy for 24 hours.
  • Red: Downing this will make you feel warm like an aphrodisiac.
  • Blue: Basically functions like a normal tequila shot. Or three. Comes with a little bag of salt.

These shots are not compulsory for the Adopted to take, but they will be highly encouraged to do so before entering. Once inside, the rustling of leaves and the sounds of someone crying become louder and even more evident. There are also a few key things that seem to be very clear the longer an Adopted is within the maze's walls:

  • The maze is moving. How it's doing it, nobody knows. But it appears to be alive somehow, much like the castle grounds, so finding a clear pathway is almost impossible.
  • Whenever an Adopted turns right two consecutive times, they will see a more positive outcome from a terrible event in their lives. Lost someone? They're now here and alive. Gave up on a dream? You find yourself currently living it.
  • If an Adopted turns left two consecutive times, they will see someone, a family member or a friend who's still alive and had a deep impact on their lives, bleeding and dead on the ground.

It would be great if no one else can see an Adopted during their most vulnerable, but since the maze moves constantly, another Adopted or two might be able to see them trying to parse out what they're seeing, even if their fellow Adopted can't see it themselves.


🦋 Can't Unseelie It

CW: dismemberment, body horror, forced body transformations, mild gore, asphyxiation, drowning of children, death

The Spring King only wanted some good-natured fun within the maze, but unbeknownst to him, some Unseelie creatures and Unseelie magic have appeared inside, threatening the safety of the Adopted traversing every nook and cranny. Surely this will not have any lasting consequences between the relationship of the Seelie and Unseelie court rulers. Not at all.

A few of these Unseelie beings and Unseelie magic roaming around the hedge maze that the Adopted will have a chance to meet are as follows:

  • Manananggal: Capable of severing its torso from its legs, this vampiric creature usually preys on sleeping pregnant women and unborn babies. But not anymore. Due to magic put on it, this manananggal will strike anyone it comes across. Better pour salt on its severed lower torso once you find it, or else.
  • La Llorona: Remember that woman crying? Well, somewhere in the maze alongside the eerie sounds of water flowing, you'll come across a weeping woman cloaked in white with her back turned against you. Be careful not to approach her because once you do, she'll try to choke you to death, reminiscent of how she drowned her own children.
  • Jersey Devil: The first thing you'll hear once you turn is a high-pitched, blood-curdling scream then the sound of bat wings flapping. You better run as fast as you can to the other direction because this devil is out to attack anyone it sees on its path.
  • A fountain: How odd. Running from the jersey devil or the manananggal might have made you thirsty so perhaps there's no harm in drinking from it. But just coming in contact with its water will make any Adopted soon realize they have transformed into an Unseelie creature.

Fighting off these creatures might be best with a fellow Adopted. After all, there's power in numbers. Just be careful not to die within the hedge maze. There might be some dire consequences.


🦋 GEIS

You feel a vibration in your pocket sometime after the Lawspeaker addresses everyone. When you search for the source, you will pull out your Leaf, the device the Fae use to stay in touch with each other. Anyone who's used a smart phone will easily recognize how it works.

Greetings, Adopted. This is your Lawspeaker.

To be on theme with our festivities for tonight, we want to know a time in your life when you felt lost and wandering about. Perhaps the most compelling story will receive a reward from us.



navigation

maritorious: (angel babe)

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-06-17 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Nancy's no stranger to flattery from gentleman. That's how she used to know it was time to work, half the time back in London. A sex-worker, she knows it's just flattery, nothing more. But she does smile, because flattery never hurt anyone, and accept the gentlemoth's hand.

"Hush, you're too kind, sir."
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[personal profile] i_own_you 2025-06-17 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Hmmph. Valentino bristles, sure the hellborn should be more stunned by the sight than he is.

"Can you even see them all the way down there, is that the problem, Cabrón?"

His eyes narrow, and those wings give an irritated flap to try and bat the imp away with a gust of wind.
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sherlock holmes | bbc's sherlock ( cw: smoking, death mentions )

[personal profile] unsolved 2025-06-17 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
feeling on hedge
[ Somewhere along the path lies a man. At first, it's unclear whether he might be dead or not. There's blood staining the front of his shirt, and he looks white as a ghost. He isn't breathing, either — at least not noticeably — and upon approach, he won't move at all, which isn't looking good on the alive-or-dead debate. Probably best to keep moving and leave him there, right?

For anyone brave enough to slow down and check, Sherlock cracks an eye open, peering upward with a slightly annoyed expression. ]


Do you mind? I'm a bit busy here. [ The posh accent is almost as ridiculous as the suit he's wearing. Feel free to roast him. ]
geis, un: sh
You know who loves fielding useless random questions? Mycroft Holmes. I've subscribed him to every newsletter imaginable and it STILL wasn't enough. The man is a voracious reader. No stray thought is too utterly inane for him.

Let's welcome him properly, shall we? He doesn't have to be here yet for us to kindly fill his messages. Send your best spam to [ inactive user: MYCROFT HOLMES ]. He'll be delighted.
wildcard, post-maze
[ As the last remaining Adopted begin filing out of the hedge maze, they may pass by a man smoking a cigarette. He's perched precariously atop the back of a chair, his coat and suit jacket tossed onto the ground nearby, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He's idly flicking his gaze from person to person, no real urgency beyond what seems to be a people-watching activity and blowing smoke.

If approached by an adult, he'll wordlessly offer the cigarette for them to take a drag. Anyone younger than 25 will merely get a flick of his sharp gaze and a little shrug. ]
You survived. [ And then, in the most unenthusiastic voice ever: ] Yaaaay.
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[personal profile] i_own_you 2025-06-17 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Half flattery, half scouting. Even here, in this space he's sure must be some sort of dream, he's not above recruiting. He bends further to press a kiss to that hand, releasing her without subjecting her to a swipe of his tongue, though he wipes away red tinged saliva from the corner of his mouth as he straightens

"Does my treasure have a name?"
maritorious: (thinking of Bill)

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-06-17 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
She giggles, not used to the hand-kissing sort of gentleman. Her rose-gold freckles dance across her cheeks.

"Mrs. Nancy Sikes," she says, well aware it's good to make sure he knows she's a married woman. You never wanted them to get too many ideas. Bill's name had always been a shield for her, and she wielded it here as she always had. Except now she just added on the Missus.

"And what may I call you, sir?"
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[personal profile] queensguilt 2025-06-17 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Right. Let’s focus on getting out of here, first.

[ Unfortunately it is a long list, and that list seems to be ever-growing. Not at all her own fault, of course. But he also hasn’t forgotten how she mentioned she doesn’t need to eat or drink.

And so they continue through the maze. Right, left, right, left— a diagonal, when and where they can. With how the maze shifts on its own, this seems to be the best strategy as it keeps them going in a relatively straight direction. The mist begins to grow thinner, a sure sign that they’re nearing the end of the ordeal. Until… ]


Did you hear that?

[ Hooves, crunching over dry, fallen brush. ]
tutoroftactics: (confident)

[personal profile] tutoroftactics 2025-06-17 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, I'm a third-year at Shujin Academy in Tokyo. I'll be graduating next semester. [So it's very important that she is there for her exams. She didn't spend so much time studying and working closely with the principal and teachers for naught!]

So I was studying a little bit of everything.

[and some psience. But she's not about to announce that to the world at large.]
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[personal profile] maritorious 2025-06-17 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Nancy's been in this maze for what feels like hours. She's run into everything she possibly can here, her husband, the body of a young boy she'd given her life to protect, even the man who she could have called father herself. So when she hears someone calling desperately for their own father, she knows it's only going to end in heartbreak.

She steps out from her turn, reaches out and touches Jon's shoulder. "It's not him, sir," she tells him gently. "It's a trick the fae are playing on us all. I've seen 'em, too." Then, after a moment, she adds, "I'm sorry."
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geis

[personal profile] theladyofwinterfell 2025-06-17 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Jon? Is it truly you or is someone impersonating you? I would not like to get my hopes up for nothing.
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post-maze

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-06-17 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Nancy's exhausted. She's grumpy, her carefully braided hair is coming undone, and her pretty dress has more dirt than she wanted on it. Maybe even a little blood. So when she sees a man handing out cigarettes, she actively approaches him.]

I'll take one of those.

[She holds her hand out expectantly, even though she is a few years younger than 25. But there's never been an age limit on vice if you're a Victorian.]
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GEIS

[personal profile] kingforboth 2025-06-17 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
It's been a few years for me but made a similar discovery--at a rather inopportune time I might add. A coronation is not a good time for discovery of family lineage. Especially one under scrutiny.

It doesn't change who you are fundamentally though. As a person. It's a piece. As big or as small as you make it.

Some things are harder to ignore than others, I'll give you.
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Party

[personal profile] verfeuern 2025-06-17 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
While not as intimately familiar with the toll war has on the souls of a man as other, Rhaenyra knows a battle weary soldier when she spies one. The state of his person has her keeping some distance as to not sully her own gown, but she does offer him a cup of wine while sipping from her own. There is mischief and curiosity in the eyes that size him up from beyond the lip of her cup.

The thought is not lost on her, the little voice in the back of her mind that reminds her that the Kingsguard are not here to protect anyone. When she lowers her cup she is smiling, her tipped off to the side as she mulls over his standing. But he will be no good to anyone if he falls and strikes his head on the edge of this ornately decorated table.

"You should sit before you pass out. There is no glory to be won from the battles here. Whatever they may be." She turns to gesture with her cup toward the royalty idly, as if to point them out in case he missed them due to his exhaustion.

"They are the least forthcoming of anyone I've ever met and that, I assure you, is saying something."
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post-maze

[personal profile] verfeuern 2025-06-17 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Most unfortunately, so did your outfit.

[ The teenager waves a hand through the air to disperse the cloud of smoke before she walks through it, tossing her gore-soaked dinner knife atop of the table nearby. The aftermath of her Jersey Devil encounter cakes her skin, dress and hair but she is taking the time to begin undoing her needlessly complicated hairstyle.

She feigns a similar disinterest to his own but occasionally peeks up from her work to regard him. His outfit is far from the most dreadful thing she has seen here but it is definitely a contender. ]


Is there no other direction you can send that? [ His smoke, that is. ]
Edited (a subject would be nice..) 2025-06-17 23:01 (UTC)
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party

[personal profile] theladyofwinterfell 2025-06-17 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Sansa had noticed the woman next to her. Most pointedly, she'd noticed her hair but she thought it imprudent to assign every woman with blonde hair to House Targaryen, especially in a foreign place. Still, she is small and blonde like Daenerys and Sansa cannot help but note that.

When she asks where a Lawspeaker retires for the evening, Sansa takes her chance to speak.

"I imagine it will be somewhere guarded. She is the voice of whoever rules this place, yes? She would be under guard the same as a lady of the court. The question is how many guards she has. Two posted at the door? Three? How many would you have to go through to get to her? Those are the salient questions."
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[personal profile] queensguilt 2025-06-17 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A brow lifts. At last, someone here mentions a location he recognizes: Tokyo.

But that she was taken before graduating is a tragic loss. Education is profoundly important. The loss of a future in it, even more so. ]


That’s a shame.  [ He offers his condolences, dipping his head. ] Not sure what the fae's views are on education but... I'm hoping there's something for the Adopted who are your age.
kingforboth: (look at my hair bitch)

[personal profile] kingforboth 2025-06-17 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"They've been trying for two years, you know. Bullying me." And it had worked too, that and the threat of war. "I think I must have met almost every eligible woman in the Eleven Kingdoms by now, from ten to thirty. Ten! Everyone fails to realize my criteria isn't simply a body. I might need some tips and tricks from you--although I don't think it's my honor their concerned about. I'm not sure how much longer I can avoid them. Although hiding does help." Kelson helped himself to a bit of food, making a point to look like he was thoroughly enjoying the party when passersby were watching.

"I'm sure there will be a time when we're both forced to do our duty," he really did not want too, " but I will have a Queen by my side who is worthy of that crown. I do hope you are accorded the same honor. Would you believe they tried to get me to marry one of the dullest women in Gwynedd? If the purpose of this joining really is heirs, what's the point of that? So we can have dull children?" Kelson was still a little irritated at that one. He had though at least some had understood his criteria. A choice few. Because the rest? Would never understand. The rest had simply argued that the order of things didn't matter. And if he accidentally deflowered some more princess at least they'd have a queen.

Kelson laughed softly, "Most of those disasters occurred at my coronation already. The tone has been set. Besides, I think they can moan and sigh all they want. I think those who know me wont be surprised, and those who will? Don't really have much choice in the matter. You can still steer your council, princess. You just have to remind them who and what you are." It just had to be delicate work. More delicate work with a woman. With council and laws most certainly against her.

He looked her up and down again. "Your clothing and hair? Not at all. Only if you do. And only if you are not capable of getting out of the way in the event of an emergency. I hardly think fashion is worth dying for. Do you dislike it?"
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[personal profile] i_own_you 2025-06-17 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Ohhh, she's one of the easy ones- just a little romancing and you could talk those ones into almost anything.

Marriage being what it is in Hell, the moth doesn't seem too put off by the shield. Those vows don't have to be binding after all.

"Please, Valentino," he answers, "You can save Sir for special occasions."
maritorious: (angel babe)

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-06-17 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Or you could give her money.

At least, that was before. She's not the same woman she was in London, there's no one shoving her into the beds of paying customers here. Money has no use here, after all, and her pimps aren't here. No, now she's just enjoying the charm and the chase, being with anyone one of the last things on her mind. But flirting? That's second nature to a woman like her, on or off the street.

"Lovely to make your acquaintance, Valentino," she says, still smiling. "Are you just arrived, or are you one of the fae?"
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[personal profile] i_own_you 2025-06-18 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
Money, the universal language.

Valentino will have quite the tantrum once he finds out it's no good to him here. And no Vox to calm him down.

There's a squeak, and Val's head tilts. "Do I look like a fae?" If they were demons it might explain how they'd pulled him out of Hell.
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cw: body mutilation

[personal profile] angotas 2025-06-18 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
In another life, Aemond might have admired his sister. He might have trailed after her, insisting on her time and attention, pushing between her sons for a scrap of her approval. But he couldn't remember even a moment when Rhaenyra had spared him a glance save for one fateful night. As the maester finished with sewing his skin shut, after his face had nearly been cleaved in two, when the wound was still fresh and her words were like daggers. Prince Aemond must be sharply questioned, she'd said, and Aemond had leaned around his chair to look at her, finding nothing but cold resolution in her eyes.

That was when he'd realized a great many things about her. And it was with that memory that he bore down on her now. Perhaps it wasn't fair, but such thoughts were a distant concern to him when his anger burned through him like dragonfire. Snatching the dagger from her, Aemond laughed sharply. "You know nothing," he spat, snarling like an animal, yet carefully sheathing the dagger all the same. "You never cared about anything, did you? Not about our siblings, our father, the realm. Nothing but yourself and your endless whining and your own petty whims."

He'd have continued his tirade if, during Rhaenyra's, a beast hadn't chosen that exact moment to rear its head from behind her. With a frustrated snarl, Aemond took the dagger his sister had given back to him and flung it with all his strength, striking the creature directly between its eyes. "Watch where you're WALKING," he barked, striding to retrieve the weapon with another annoyed huff. It hadn't yet occurred to him that he was still attempting to protect her even now.
itsytitsyspider: (Bombastic Sideeye)

[personal profile] itsytitsyspider 2025-06-18 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
The instant he heard his name, he knew he was fucked. Damn him and his big mouth, getting his ass in trouble again. It didn't take long for the moth to close to gap between them with those long stems of his and Angel turned to face him. There was no use running now.

Angel tensed at the tight fingers wrapping around his arm and Val met some resistance as he dragged the spider closer. One month. One relatively peaceful month was all be got. He knew it was all too good to be true.

"Seems like ya hearing is still good." Angel snorts, trying to pull his arm free. "Could ya let me go? I'm off the clock. In case you're that blind, we ain't in Hell."
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gamora | mcu

[personal profile] amongfriends 2025-06-18 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
the party

She doesn't want to eat with this captor anymore than her last one. One point in Thanos' favor, he didn't use the stones to force her into it. Gamora is certain these beings did. One moment she is as unmoving as stone and the next she is chewing the food offered to her. It is infuriating, but the damage is done. Gamora hasn't eaten since they found the remains of the ship carrying the Asgardians. She may as well have her fill. She will need her strength for whatever comes next.

Gamora turns occasionally to the other guests between bites and asks, "Where were you before the party?" How they answer will help her determine whether this is a trick to force her to eat, or if someone else decided to steal away Thanos' key to the soul stone.

feeling on hedge - right

Gamora isn't terribly surprised her newest captor wants something. She might fight against it if it didn't serve her interest. She's far away from Thanos' grasp. The galaxy is safer without her in it. She wanders and tells herself that the family she made along the way will move on. Peter will love again. Nebula will escape. Groot will get by without the only mother he ever knew.

Two turns right and her mother is alive again. She's thrust in a world where she didn't betray her mother's position. Her father didn't foolishly try to avenge his wife and rescue his daughter. She's no longer the last of her people. Gamora smiles at the sight of them, tears filling her eyes before cold reality settles into her mind. They're dead.

The vision fades as quickly as it came on. Gamora is careful not to let the tears fall.

feeling on hedge - left

The first vision does not prepare her for the second. Not by a long shot. She turns left twice and finds her sister's remains. Nebula is ripped into shreds on the ground. It's a terrible sight of wires, blue skin, and what little organic matter her sister had left thrown about haphazardly. Gamora can't help the scream that escapes her in the form of her sister's name. "Nebula!" She tries to desperately put the mechanically parts back together in her grief.
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[personal profile] i_own_you 2025-06-18 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
That resistance spurns Valentino to tug that much rougher, grip pointedly tight. He holds a beat longer, a warning look on his face as those eyes sharpen, releasing him with a false smile.

"What's this attitude, Baby? Hmm? Hell or not- you're still mine. Now why don't you seem surprised by this shit? We just wrapped our shoot." It's unnerving, Angel full of information Valentino needs, and the moth is reluctant to admit he needs Angel, and not the other way round.
king_inthenorth: (at sea)

[personal profile] king_inthenorth 2025-06-18 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Jon looks wistfully in the direction he had been attempting to go. "I did suppose that I wouldn't be fortunate enough to see him again." Still, it would have been nice. If he can end up here, why not Ned? "I'm afraid I've gotten a bit lost in here."
king_inthenorth: (listening)

[personal profile] king_inthenorth 2025-06-18 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
Sansa? I promise that I am truly Jon.