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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

whatchu_want: (pic#17908135)

[personal profile] whatchu_want 2025-06-22 01:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"I know, but she did wind up changing the locks and now won't share, which I guess I understand. But still, I don't get what the big deal is. It's alright, I'll find a way to get some again eventually."

What was more surprising was that she was actually here with Lucifer, it felt like it had been ages since he'd been out anywhere or anyone had seen him.

"Good to see you coming out again, we should hang sometime. I mean we can hang now, but this party is totally dead, so I'll have to throw a little bash sometime soon to make up for it and show them how it's done. I mean sweet pasta, just one table of shots, is it their first time? But you're invited of course."
unclesam: ((65))

a morally inverted Sam? omg

[personal profile] unclesam 2025-06-22 01:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Universe had to balance out two tin men, I suppose."

Sam cocks an eyebrow. He's got broken bones, but hell if that's gonna lessen the attitude. He lips tug into a grin though - it's mirthful, but guarded. Because what the fuck is this place even, and why in all hell is there another Tony Stark, and side note, can Sam just please go home, yet?

"How's it going, inferior goatee bearer number 2?"
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[personal profile] whatchu_want 2025-06-22 01:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Fuck yeah! No one parties harder or knows how to have a better time."

Bee let out a few howls and cheers, tossing back the drink afterward. It would be nice to have a few more collaborative efforts and get to party hard with an old friend. Though they'd have to suffer through tonight, it'd make the parties to come all the better, and probably draw all the more people to them.

"We'll make sure everyone has a good time."
blitzno: (bottle feed the cubs)

[personal profile] blitzno 2025-06-22 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Blitzø is poised to snark back, but he stops himself. Tempting as it is to keep tearing into Valentino for being the absolute worst, Stolas is more important. Blitzø presses a gentle kiss to Stolas' soft feathered head, right between his upper eyes.

"Let's get you out of here. Venti Cappuccino can go stare at a giant lightbulb or whatever the fuck moth demons do when they can't get laid." He shoots another glare at Valentino. "He's not worth shit."
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[personal profile] pantin 2025-06-22 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
While he wasn't expecting such a friendly greeting from anyone, much less a joke, the surprise that registered on his face quickly shifted to amusement. He smirked, a tiny quirk of his mouth, before stepping closer so that he could show her what he'd managed to do: turn it on. Maybe? The screen was bright, and he tapped at it with his regular finger, which only served to bring up about a hundred little windows. He exhaled softly, half-annoyed, half-amused by it. What a strange device.

"Try not to break it, okay?" came Gemini's voice from the cage. "It looks pretty delicate." The young man shared a conspiratorial look with his new acquaintance, as if to say, He worries too much. Even if it was probably very likely that he would, in fact, break this little piece of technology. Especially if he tried using it with his prosthetic arm.
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[personal profile] pantin 2025-06-22 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
A comically serious expression overtook the young man's face, and he accepted the Princess' words with all the air of a very important noble, pressing a hand to his chest to signal his vow to honor her words. Not that he knew much about what it was like to live that way, but he'd met more than his fair share of aristocrats. They were easy enough to mimic, and besides, they were play acting here. She was amusing, and bold, and he liked that.

Upon hearing she had unarmed herself, however unintentionally, his face turned thoughtful. This was an opportunity. He could help carve the rest of their path with ease, but what would he ask in return? Princesses must have many useful skills. Priceless trinkets, too. But there was one thing he'd never managed to convince anyone to try with him, and a sudden brightness lit his eyes.

With another bow, he extended his hand to her in a far more dramatic way than he had before. The implication, he hoped, was clear: Dance with me. Once they escaped the maze, of course. He snuck a peak at her expression in that moment, raising his head with a mischievous little smirk.
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[personal profile] pantin 2025-06-22 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
To say that Pinocchio also brightened was an understatement. Upon realizing he was understood, he promptly dropped the heart and eagerly turned fully to face the human-shaped spider, looking visibly pleased. You understand me, he signed, as though amazed by it, and he was. Not many do. He managed to get by gesturing at things, mostly because he'd never had much time to communicate with anyone in the first place, but this was validating in a way he hadn't expected.

He peered at spider curiously when he laughed, watching for an explanation and though bewildered by it, he was also charmed. I'm a puppet, Pinocchio signed easily, no hesitance in the confession. This isn't my blood. Why hide his identity when Miles was like him? A spider who looked human. He was intrigued, and pleased to meet someone who understood.

Pinocchio, he offered in return, and when Miles' mask came off, he stepped closer, gesturing at the piece of cloth, then the rest of his outfit, eyebrows raised. He was clearly asking for an explanation for it, though the tug at the corner of his mouth hinted at his opinion on it. Pinocchio was definitely teasing.
unsolved: <user name=logicals> (pic#16433399)

omg i didn't realize you'd tagged me before i tagged you ldkfjkdf GREAT MINDS

[personal profile] unsolved 2025-06-22 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sherlock smirked a little bit, amused by the man's protective instincts. ] Doctor? Hm. No. [ His eyes narrowed, not in anger, but in concentration. ] Scholar. You're a specialist. That's just as well. [ With a huff, he sat up, deciding he'd tried this play dead strategy long enough. ]

What do you make of all this, then? [ was accompanied by a little flick of his wrist. Dismissive much, Sherlock? ] Any experience with madness?
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[personal profile] aranes 2025-06-22 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm sorry, man, Miles fires back, frowning slightly. He can't imagine how it feels to be surrounded by people who don't get it. Okay, he can, a little, but it's not the same he thinks, because it's not. Or maybe it is. Miles doesn't know if he wants to get too keep into the politics of it, but he at least wanted to empathize with him, let him know that he had a friend who got it. Because being isolated, feeling isolated? Wasn't it.

Blinking, Miles looked at him close, and that's when he hears what definitely sounds like the ticking of a clock or maybe just gears. Were you always? That seems like a stupid question once it's out there but Miles can't really un-sign it, so he just looks at him, but he laughs at that other comment. That's good man. I'd be worried if it was. I know how to get that out of clothes actually, so I can show you how later.

That... definitely was unexpected. Miles has to stop himself from asking an even stupider question. You go by that or you have a nickname? Not that he wouldn't call him Pinocchio if that was really his thing, but it'd take some getting used to for sure. "What? Oh, uh," Miles chuckles nervously. I'm doing the whole 'superhero' thing. The suit's part of the whole deal. I think. They all have them anyway.
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[personal profile] unsolved 2025-06-22 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sherlock hardly needed thanks, but he offered a little shrug anyway. He'd softened considerably in her presence. At least insofar as Sherlock Holmes could be soft. He'd met more than his fair share of good people who were ground under the heel of the upperclass, and Nancy wouldn't be the last. It made his skin crawl. ]

Sussex. [ Another little shrug. ] I was shot and killed. Not much to return to, is there? Aside from the grave, I suppose. I hear those are dead end jobs. [ Bad joke. ]
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[personal profile] memorycardio 2025-06-22 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Apology accepted! [Without hesitation.

When the monster shifts around to attack with its tail, she swings out with her yo-yos, the objects normally considered as toys whipping towards and twisting around its body. Its limbs are temporarily bound together, knocking it off balance, and the yo-yos smash into its head as they complete their rotation. It won't hold for long, but it might help them dodge that tail swing.]
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[personal profile] maellum 2025-06-22 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Maelle's blue eyes stare at him, unblinking, for an uncomfortably long moment.

"I'm... lost. What are you doing?" She asks, but there's still a bubble of laughter in the question. She does understand some of what he's trying to communicate, and she puts her hand on her chest. "Me? My name is Maelle. You don't... talk? Not at all?"

Not the worst obstacle.
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[personal profile] whichisit 2025-06-22 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"So have I. I find as long as there is a bed, things are fine, but as I've aged, I love a good bath as well." He smiles a little.

"I think ships are probably the worst places I have ever slept," well, older ships, like the one he took to the Americas when he was still a human.
eldanring: (to the side)

the party

[personal profile] eldanring 2025-06-22 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[For the moment Will is just sitting back, for once trying to melt into the background. Which isn't hard when someone else is shouting. But when he sits down next to Will, the boy can't help but involve himself.]

Are you okay? [He's not sure if he believe the Librarian will answer honestly, but sometimes you just need someone to ask.] I can go see if I can find a cane for you. Because that is terribly unfair.
eldanring: (manga; sword)

hedge maze

[personal profile] eldanring 2025-06-22 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
To be honest, Will doesn't like this. He's delved into his fair share of dungeons and labyrinths, but never so alone. He hears every pounding beat of his heart, every shuddering breath, an every careful step around the hedge maze. He just wants to get out of here.

He'd been following the sound of crying, worrying someone had been in danger, when he hears someone speak. For a second he creeps forward, sword drawn, to see if it's some kind of trick... but Rhaenyra looks as lost and wary as he is.

Will steps forward, lowering his sword enough to show that he's got no hostility. "You heard that too? The crying." It must not be coming from her, then. "I keep getting turned around."
sourcedlocally: (attentive)

ii. can't unseelie it

[personal profile] sourcedlocally 2025-06-22 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Look, the Warrior of Light is very accustomed to people just off the cuff spouting random shit at him and he's also gotten used to letting said people say their piece before getting involved in whatever crisis requires intervention, so bro allows the Librarian his (albeit short) monologue, standing at the ready with his spear at his side-

Oh. Oh okay, he's- that wasn't like, some kind of prophecy or something he needed to pay attention to, that was maybe just the panicked ramblings of a guy who didn't want to die. Maybe.

S'rei gives the the Librarian a nod and kicks his spear back with his heel to flip it up into his hand with practiced ease, hurtling it just past the Librarian's shoulder into the Manananggal's collarbone. The creature shrieks; the wound unfortunately wasn't fatal but it was at least jarring enough that the beast releases the Librarian and flutters back, which is just as well because S'rei, with the practiced ease of someone who regularly puts himself directly in harms way, has followed his spear, gently pushed the Librarian behind himself, and reached out to grab onto the shaft to yank it back out of the creature with an uncaring kick.]
Alright there, ser?
sourcedlocally: (amused)

[Can't Unseelie It]

[personal profile] sourcedlocally 2025-06-22 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[At least the dude paired up with her brought a fucken' big spear along and seems like he knows how to use it, judging by how it's draped across his shoulders all casual-like? Though who knows how well a spear works on a ghost.]

Not that I'm arguing, but that's the only way forward.
Edited 2025-06-22 19:53 (UTC)
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[personal profile] kingforboth 2025-06-22 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Unfortunately I have little doubt of that," Kelson was quite sure she had endured years if not decades of bullying and pressure, with constant reminders of the responsibilities of her birth and duties. "Two years old. Doesn't that negate the purpose of the marriage a bit? Or was it simply to legitimize the marriage or joining of lands and heirs were a secondary function?" Kelson could see both. If heirs were a real issue, they would have hardly tried to pressure her into marrying a two year old. There had to be another reason, land or legitimacy that the two year old could lend.

"I am sadly well aware matches are not made out of love. I tried to do my duty once. But I suppose it's too much to ask for one of our station to marry for love, instead of duty. I hope someone in my family gets to be happy. It certainly isn't going to be me." Sorry Rhaenyra, Kelson had a tendency to get absolutely despondent. Blame his mother.

Then he smiled, laughing at her compliment. " I would like to think both of our counsels sorely tested to find a match worthy of us. They may not have wanted you as heir, they may stifle under your rule, but you will still be their queen. My own council has not always been thrilled with me regardless of my gender. I am the first as well in my own way. Just because it's new doesn't mean it's wrong. You will be a great and worthy queen, even if they don't see it at first." Kelson would like to tell Rhaenyra's council to go fuck themselves.

He looked at her appreciatively, the hair, the clothing, her in general. She really was quite attractive. And fun, and smart, and witty. And strong willed. Why was that all such a rare combination? "Cannot I be both? Believe me I am quite aware of the hours it took many, many body servants to make you up like that. I too have been made incapable of movement, although not nearly as pretty." All those laces and ties and layers. He had complained when he had first been given body servants for his coronation. Years later? There was no more complaining.

"I would like to think you can be both beautiful, fashionable--and be able to dodge a sword attack rather than risk it getting caught in the I'm sure exquisite boning your dress allows. Then again, we could probably fit some more stilettos in the boning of your dress."

Kelson tried to pin down the emotion he was feeling. Being able to share a life that they both had known and in a way chafed at. The loneliness that life brought. Rhaenyra would be an amazing queen.
Edited (wow, english, i can.) 2025-06-22 20:32 (UTC)
begaydocrimes: striaton on dw (bWY2jVW)

[personal profile] begaydocrimes 2025-06-22 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
I will gnaw my way out of this maze. I'll climb over it! I'll do anything but go hang out with the creepy ghost lady who wants to kill me!!

[Apparently Mae has not heard of the idea of "keeping her voice down"]
sourcedlocally: (surprise)

3.

[personal profile] sourcedlocally 2025-06-22 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
You mean to say you've never felt lost physically, or metaphorically? I've been both, for the record.
sourcedlocally: (contemplation)

[personal profile] sourcedlocally 2025-06-22 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know if you're familiar with the fae, but they can be pretty vindictive when they feel as if they'd been cheated from a spectacle. [Don't worry little cat woman, S'rei's keeping a close eye on the weeping woman. Mae's hollering neither entices her closer nor shakes her from her weeping stupor, so either she's disinclined to engage or is waiting for them to get closer to her for whatever reason. Nefarious ones, probably.

S'rei's tail lashes in fierce thought before he makes an executive decision, turning the spear over his shoulder to hold it more securely against his side, taking a few steps forward.]
You can stay back. I'll see if she's dangerous.
begaydocrimes: fakeredshoes on tumblr (Where are we)

[personal profile] begaydocrimes 2025-06-22 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Uhhh... okay. Like I'm pretty sure she is but uh - well, you do have the big weapon thing.

Go for it, my dude. Kick the ghost lady's ass.

[She's gonna... stay right here. She knows it won't end well if she attempts to go too.]
memorycardio: (053)

[personal profile] memorycardio 2025-06-22 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Metaphorically"... I don't know what it means to be metaphorically lost. What was it like when you were lost that way?
sourcedlocally: (irritation)

[personal profile] sourcedlocally 2025-06-22 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Sure. [Don't EVEN worry about it, this dude carries all the confidence (arrogance?) of someone who has fought one billion things and lost probably only a few of those times. He's so got this it's not even funny.

...he is still gonna stop a decent ways away from the woman and just. Hurl his spear at her instead of getting up close. When the spear goes straight up through her and embeds in the opposite hedge, however- well, that answers that question. Good thing she wasn't just some regular lady in distress.

Though she's unhurt, the wailing woman doesn't take the attack on her person well, and whirls around to race towards S'rei with her fingers outstretched into claws, shrieking with sobs. However lacking in a physical body she was before, she seems to have found corporeality now as she wraps her hands around his throat.]
blitzno: (these shards are metaphor)

[personal profile] blitzno 2025-06-22 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
He smirks. "Let's just say he's the reason I'm already so used to seeing stars."

This is, actually, true, even if it has absolutely nothing to do with the power of Stolas' cloaca.