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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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unclesam: ((82))

[personal profile] unclesam 2025-06-21 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sam groans, pushing himself back to his feet. Oh, come on. Come on, because that's not Hulk-shaped Bruce, that's straight up the Hulk, and Sam's not sure where that's gonna lead. For a moment he wants to laugh, because wouldn't it be a cosmic joke to get punched by two Hulks in one day?

But that's a bit of an uncharitable thought, given the big guy just saved his ass. Sam puts the shield on his back with a wince, nodding up at the Hulk. ]


Not dead. [ Yet. Sam holds up his good arm slightly. ] Hey, uh. Thanks, big guy. You saved my ass. We... we good?

[ If he gets punched by another Hulk today, Sam's just gonna throw the shield into the forest and get drunk or something. ]
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[personal profile] unclesam 2025-06-21 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ For a moment, Sam just wants to turn around and leave, because surely... surely that's just another mirage. But... Spider-Man looks nothing like Sam remembers. The suit's different. The voice isn't quite right either, Sam thinks - but then it's been years since he's seen Spider-Man.

There's a moment where his brain latches on to the fact that it's weird, that he's pretty sure the dude was at Stark's funeral, and yet Sam doesn't know his identity, and something about that is weird. But the magic Dr Strange wove for Peter Parker holds even here, and the thought slips away into an abyss. Sam Wilson, like all the world, has forgotten Peter Parker through mystical means. And so he can recognizes Spider-Man - but has no clue that the boy beneath the mask should be different.

First things first though, his eyes track over the mask. Sam straightens up with a visible wince, holding his ribcage for a moment, but he's clearly making an effort to be calm in the face of Miles' nerves, putting a slight smile on his face. ]


Nice suit, Spiderling. Been a while. [ Clearly assuming he's talking to another Spider-Man. ] Cap's fine. So's Sam, if you'd rather. And I'm not gonna say no to an assist here. This place sucks.
unclesam: ((77))

[personal profile] unclesam 2025-06-21 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A dry sound, almost a chuckle. It wheezes a little, and he brings his good hand up to his ribs. ]

What, you saying I'm not in mint condition?

[ Smile tugging on his lips as he holds still, keeping his eyes closed as she asks. He clocks the british accent, but otherwise her voice isn't familiar to him. ]
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[personal profile] unclesam 2025-06-21 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sam doesn't hesitate to grab that hand. There's a dizzying, delirious moment where he looks from dark and gold metal up to shaggy brown hair and wants to crack some jokes, because really, universe? REALLY?

But Sam grasps the offered hand, lets himself be helped onto his feet. The hand goes to his ribs for a moment. He kicks the rim of the shield on the ground, flips it up and into his hand, then nods. ]


Thanks, man. Running sounds good.

[ It sounds horrible, actually, but he'll do it anyway. ]
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[personal profile] soloacts 2025-06-21 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
It was. [She's just as shocked as he is. Gwen doesn't know why it worked. Maybe because it'd been her father's decision? Not them acting to prevent it? The possibilities had cycled through her head a million times already.] Hobie made watches, you know. He'd been stealing parts from Miguel and figuring out how to make them himself...

He left me one with my dad. We were coming to help you. Me, Hobie, Peter, Spider-Ham, Noir, Peni, Pavitr, and Margo.

Then I ended up here. [Whatever that meant for their plan.] We'll figure it out. Together?
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[personal profile] unclesam 2025-06-21 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sam's gonna get whiplash, he can tell. Hulk punch into fairyland into meeting someone talking about the Hulk and firing off just about the most suspicion overcorrection of an introduction. What the hell is going on here?

First things first though, Sam nods. Pulls himself a little more upright. Puts the weary wounded man behind the mask of Captain America, steadfast even when beat to shit. Nothing stern about it, it's just like he shifts from a person to a symbol without missing a beat, like it's become second nature to project calm confidence to what to him would seem like a bystander. ]


Nice to meet you, Peter. I'm Sam. [ A beat. Right, the kid knew that probably. Still, Sam's always gonna introduce himself, whether he gets recognized as Cap or not. It's the nice thing to do. ] And yes, actually. [ He holds up a hand. ] Uh... not Banner.
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[personal profile] pantin 2025-06-22 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
This was precisely the reaction he was hoping to elicit. He looked quite pleased with himself, too, a satisfied little smirk tugging at his mouth as she clapped. It wasn't often he actually inspired applause. There had only been one person to offer that, though it hurt to think about her now. So much death and destruction. Here, perhaps, he could do good that wasn't instantly and utterly squandered. At least insofar as he could offer brief moments of amusement. There was no stopping a world at war, and this one felt similar to Krat in too many ways.

Bowing at her compliment, he straightened to gaze at the young woman with a curious look. After a brief pause, his eyebrows rose, and his eyes dipped down to take in her appearance, as though saying, Did you really need my help? She looked quite capable, and her standing here clearly seemed to support the idea. Still, he was teasing a bit, his lips tugging in a smirk.

Where's your weapon? he signed. If she didn't appear to understand that language, he then gestured at his rapier, then at her.
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[personal profile] kingforboth 2025-06-22 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
Mine was hidden for fourteen years. More than fourteen if I really think about it.

But here we at least all have our secrets. And with any luck, there is a limited ability for those to use us for it, or for those secrets to cause harm.

What you want to do about, what you can live with, is something you're going to have to decide for yourself.
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[personal profile] pantin 2025-06-22 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
All puppets smiled. Not that he could expect her to know about that. In fact, he hadn't seen a single puppet since he arrived, and that was frankly more than a little unnerving. If he was trapped here with only humans, he wondered what they would think once finding out what he was.

This one seemed nice, though, if a little wary. Pinocchio, he signed. Not everyone in his world understood his way of speaking, though, so he tried using his arms to shape the letter P, a little smirk tugging at his mouth. He clearly understood this was very silly. Then, he gestured to her, asking for her name in return.
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[personal profile] deprime 2025-06-22 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ Gustave holds tight and helps lift the man up, half his attention on the creature flailing helplessly on the ground. It's almost a terrible sight, but he doesn't have time to pity it. ]

I promised someone I'd run, and it's better than staying, [ he jokes, not as calm as he might have hoped for. ] This way. We can lose it over here.

[ It's going backwards for him, but Gustave's noticed that going back actually means whatever's ahead doesn't follow. At least, that's what's been working. ]

Did it hit you? [ Gustave gestures vaguely at his ribs. He's fought a few things in this maze but not this one. ]
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[personal profile] aranes 2025-06-22 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
Made it myself. [ You know he's proud of that. Miles doesn't talk about all the failed tests he and Genke went through to find something able to conduct the bio-electricity while also being breathable and looking good and... he's going to stop himself right there.

Let's go back to the fact Captain America just said he could call him Sam. He's still awestruck working with Pete but Sam? He has so many questions but now's probably not the time.
]

Right. Sam. Cool. Cool cool cool. [ Miles is anything but cool. ] Miles. Spider-Man but you can call me Miles.

[ Hopping down from the wall, Miles looks around. ] Yeah, it's bad. There's something around the corner that looks like it's right out of a bad video game. [ Indie, definitely. Those always have the best monsters. ] I tried going up and over but something smacked me down but I'm thinking it's just a puzzle. Pick a wall and follow it all the way out. That's usually how it works.
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[personal profile] i_own_you 2025-06-22 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
She seems happy enough, but it sounds like this is a haven compared to her former life, or at least what he knows.

"I thrive everywhere," and as he says it, Valentino believes it. He'll have the run of this place in no time. He climbed his way up before and he can do it again. Or he can survive long enough to find the right fairy to gut to let him go home.

Speaking of, if she does end up down there, she'll get even alive (hopefully not literally).
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[personal profile] i_own_you 2025-06-22 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
Well shit, that's impressive. Valentino gives an impressed hum and shrugs a shoulder, still surprising amused by the imp, even if he did spoil his fun.

But pirating his art?? "You know that hurts Angel more than me, don't you?" he answers, but there's an indignant squeak that gives away his annoyance.
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[personal profile] aranes 2025-06-22 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
Lighting up, Miles shifted his weight back and forth as he signed back, And all the power. Proportionally. Which is a lot, when you think about it. Spiders are crazy like that. Miles has learned a lot more about spiders since the bite, but he'd never had to figure this all out on his own; Pete had always been there for him.

"Nah, man," Miles said, laughing, and switching back into sign. No, I meant are you good? Aside from the blood. At least, it looked like blood. Miles, by the way, and he pointed at himself, reaching up and tugging his mask off. This was totally against the rules but this place seemed like a good place to throw out some of those, at least for now. It's not like Miles wasn't still thinking this was some weird dream after being up all night playing video games with his friends when he should have been writing his college essay.
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[personal profile] noctuagoetia 2025-06-22 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
Angel Dust? That name tickled his brain. While he didn't know him personally but he did see that name recently... signed on someone's body.... and that thought made him frown.

"So he works for you, then?" Stolas huffs.
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[personal profile] maritorious 2025-06-22 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
That is exactly the sort of attitude to have here.

"Oh, I believe it," she says with a firm nod, and lets go of his arm. "And if you don't, well, there's loads of people here that are looking to find a way home."
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[personal profile] blitzno 2025-06-22 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Do you drug him too?" Honestly, it would explain some of Angel's performances especially in more recent films. "Big shot porn producer can't get laid without drugging people. Damn, you must have the tiniest dick in hell."
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[personal profile] thephotosynthesis 2025-06-22 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
Olivia was drawn first by the sound, suspecting some sort of final trap on the far end of the maze, but relaxed somewhat when it was coming from a person.

That doesn't mean it definitely isn't a trap, but it's a good sign, at least. He's certainly easy on the eyes.

"Oh, did you get one, too?" She struck up a conversation under the incorrect assumption that the voice she heard was coming from the boy, holding up her own Leaf. "I don't have a clue how any of it works. It makes me feel like a total caveman."
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the party - I'll leave it to you if Bob hears Sam or if Sam gets void swallowed ;)

[personal profile] unclesam 2025-06-22 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sam stops looking away from the lawspeaker soon enough, lets his eyes sweep over the gathered faces. He knows this kind of speech. He's not here for this kind of speech. His concern shifts from those in power to those affected by the words spoken. That's why his eyes catch on Bob, whose body language screams 'not okay' from a thousand miles away. Sam moves towards him before the shadows come. He's bruised and beaten, in his Cap suit, with the shield strapped to his back, but his gear looks broken. He's fresh from a fight and took too many hits. But right now, his broken bones don't matter much. ]

Hey, man.

[ He doesn't step overly close, just enough so that Bob will see his shows with his downcast eyes. Sam holds out a hand slightly, not to touch but just to indicate 'hey, I'm here'. ]

Hey... [ His voice is soft, but steady. Shadows begin to creep from the man, and Sam almost wants to laugh - because of course he thought he was approaching someone on the verge of an anxiety attack, and instead something else is happening. It doesn't deter him. ] Think you can look at me? I'm right here.

[ He's not sure his voice is filtering through what's happening - but he has to try, is the thing. ]
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[personal profile] itsytitsyspider 2025-06-22 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Oh god fucking dammit. He was doing so well trying to avoid all bullshit lurking in the maze but noooo. Short King had to bring the party to him. Well, shit. If this was another time, he would of had a comment of hand placement but time and place!

Turning for one of the pathways out of their little clearing, Angel hustles his long legs along with Lucifer's encouragement. "You should you can keep up with those little legs?"
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[personal profile] i_own_you 2025-06-22 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
"And how long have they been trying?" Maybe they just needed someone willing to apply the right kind of force...
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[personal profile] i_own_you 2025-06-22 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
"I hold his contract, yes," Val answers Stolas, eyes narrowing and then rolling dramatically at the imp.

"Oh please, that little addict comes in that way." But it strikes a nerve. Val has no problem with drugging people, but it is a blow to his pride to think he has no way to prove he can attract people with his charms alone. The fear that his partners want that poison and not him...

"You never pirated any of my films then, hmm? It would wreck you."
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[personal profile] maritorious 2025-06-22 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
"A few months, I suppose. I've only been here for two, now." It's her second party for new arrivals. "There's a man here named Akechi, he's one of 'em I know looking to find a way home."
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[personal profile] foraride 2025-06-22 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
"So you can track body temperature too?" Makes sense. And handy. What Kiriya wouldn't give for diagnostic machines that can do all that at once, nevermind the ability to do it himself. But it sounds like a very different type of magic than any of the other healers he's chatted to in the clinic, so that's definitely interesting.

"And you said you had medical training, yeah? Did that happen because of those abilities, or lucky happenstance?"
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[personal profile] soulsighting 2025-06-22 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
Nah, I don't think they have that sort of power. Though, they are powerful. Enough to seal some of my powers away and apparently send me back home. I would be careful when making deals with court leaders or... Really. Anyone.

[Caelus isn't going to mention the fact that they made a deal months back and lost an emotion because of it.]

If you have any questions, I'll try my best to answer. Though, I've mainly stayed away from all the drama with the courts and I'm friendly with some unseelie people.