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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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sourcedlocally: (quiet)

[personal profile] sourcedlocally 2025-06-22 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[He has to take a second to think about that. There's a few things that come to mind, and not all of them he's willing to share. Or acknowledge. Or...anything. But he'd offered and she'd asked, so...]

I wasn't sure what to do with myself, for a little while. I felt as if I didn't fit where I was put, but didn't know how to change my circumstances. I ended up just waiting around for someone else to change them for me.
memorycardio: (086)

[personal profile] memorycardio 2025-06-22 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Waiting around...

[Something about that does in fact sound familiar, actually.]

Would it count if you were "waiting around" for someone to tell you what to do?
sourcedlocally: (secret smile)

[personal profile] sourcedlocally 2025-06-22 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe. I disliked waiting around, but I didn't know what else to do.

Why, do you find yourself 'waiting around' more than you'd prefer?
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[personal profile] pantin 2025-06-22 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
The staring didn't bother him. If anything, he simply stared back, waiting, and when he wasn't understood, he switched tactics. Taking a step back, Pinocchio drew his rapier slowly, trying to make it clear he wasn't intending to hurt her. Then, he proceeded to sloppily write his name in the dirt. It wasn't the best, but at least it was legible. "Did you really do that with your sword?" Gemini piped up, and a smile tugged at Pinocchio's mouth. His cricket was awfully fussy.

It was too bad, though, that he couldn't sign how pretty he thought her name was. Maelle. Pressing his mechanical palm to his chest, he tried conveying it all the same — hand over heart, a treasured name. Shaking his head at her question, he offered a little shrug, too. Truthfully, he wasn't upset about not being given the ability to speak. He got by communicating in other ways.
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[personal profile] memorycardio 2025-06-22 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
It has happened. I think, at least. I was left somewhere, and I don't know why or for how long. But I was waiting for... a voice. Any voice. Someone to tell me I was needed.

I guess I was "metaphorically" lost, then.
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[personal profile] sourcedlocally 2025-06-22 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[Poor girl.] Sounds lonely.
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[personal profile] thephotosynthesis 2025-06-22 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hang on, that wasn't you talking? Then..."

Olivia was briefly thrown, realizing that the voice she heard wasn't coming from the boy's mouth. Glancing around to try and identify the source (maybe some kind of radio?), she found something more interesting.

"...Your arm..."

No fear or even confusion in her voice, only fascination. It's a beautiful piece of work, and a technology beyond her world's capabilities.
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[personal profile] memorycardio 2025-06-22 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Lonely. Yes, it could be that. I didn't know how to name how it felt until I didn't feel it anymore.
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indeed - he mean

[personal profile] nightmarescenario 2025-06-22 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
He chuckles. "No amount of Captain America will ever 'balance' out Iron Man." This version of Tony fully believes that. His 'usual self', less so, most of the time.

If there was a way to go home, two Tony Starks and a Dr. Strange definitely would've already figured that out.

"First, definitely not inferior. Second, if anyone's number 2, it's him. Third, look around, man. Unless you like horns and fangs, this place kinda sucks."
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[personal profile] sourcedlocally 2025-06-22 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
It sounds like you do have a story about being lost after all, then. Though it's a lonely one.
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[personal profile] pantin 2025-06-22 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
That was unexpectedly sweet. Surprised, but pleased, Pinocchio didn't respond to that, but he did file it away for later. It might be useful to know who he could call on for support, and who he might be able to help in return.

At the question, a small chuckle of silent laughter seemed to overtake Pinocchio, though it wasn't cruel or unkind. Simply amused. Were you always a spider-man? he asked in return, not realizing the answer would be complicated. The offer to clean blood from his clothes was noted with a little tilt of his head and a small smile. Pinocchio decided he liked spiders.

Faltering at the idea of having a nickname, he considered his answer for a moment before signing the letter P in a halting way. He wasn't really sure if that constituted as a nickname. Any other titles he'd been given were purely that — descriptors he'd earned in fights, not terms of endearment. And then Miles used another term he didn't recognize. Superhero. He resolved to ask him about it later.

For now, he turned, gesturing at the path ahead. Did Miles want to travel with him?
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[personal profile] deprime 2025-06-22 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Gustave's expression falters, just a little, remorse and something softer, fondness mixed with grief, the reality of everyone in Lumière, all of them destined to say more goodbyes than hellos. "Me too," he says, lips twitching in a smile that doesn't last for long.

If he knows anything, it's the prospect of a losing hand, hope butting up against inevitability. Despite all he'd lost, he fought, kept pressing forward, because he knew what he was fighting for. Gustave wanted a life for those who came after, for Maelle and his apprentices, for his sister, for every child yet to be born. Here, it feels muddled, but he fought to overthrow the Paintress, he'll fight these rulers too, if he has to.

"What do we know about them?"
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[personal profile] foraride 2025-06-22 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a wealth of things not being said there, either because Amberdrake doesn't realize he needs to or because he doesn't feel like sharing everything with a complete stranger. Which is fair enough really, even if it does make Kiriya wildly curious.

But better to stick with the topic he most wants to know right now, and see what else can be shaken out in the meantime.

"Oh? How come?"
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[personal profile] pantin 2025-06-22 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh! I'm sorry!" the voice sounded again with a little chirp, and the cage glowed for a moment, its light soft and welcoming. "How rude of me. My name is Gemini. I'm a friendly cricket guide." As if that really explained anything. But true to his word, if she peered closer to the bars, she would find a mechanical cricket who looked not very unlike the mechanical prosthetic arm she was now studying.

He held it out for her inspection, seemingly unbothered by the curiosity. Many people had expressed interest in the design, particularly after he had it upgraded. It was charming, honestly. He smiled a little bit, taking this opportunity to study her in return.
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[personal profile] memorycardio 2025-06-22 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
I guess I do. It's okay though. I'm not lonely anymore. I have friends. 🎶

What about you? Are things better for you now?
amberdrake: might be Umid? (there’s not much love to go ‘round)

[personal profile] amberdrake 2025-06-22 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"The War began in Predain," Amberdrake says calmly, because on his world this is all well-known fact, even if most don't know he was there to see it personally. "Ma'ar's troops first marched from that very city, looking for people like myself. It was not a great time to be there. Fortunately, I fled before they came to search the college."

And that's about as much about that situation as he's likely to share, signaling as much by gently redirecting, "And why did you become a healer-- or a doctor, rather?"
unseensmiter: @yevon (walk like an egyptian)

[personal profile] unseensmiter 2025-06-22 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
i think
and i know this sounds nuts
but he might be from like
the past
like the FAR past

lol me too

heck yes, and have some fun doing it!!
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[personal profile] thephotosynthesis 2025-06-22 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
She didn't reply at first, taking a closer look at the arm. Machines were hardly her area of expertise, but as someone who needed a wheelchair to get around, she couldn't help but take an interest in such an advanced prosthetic. Back home, the only way to fix a severed limb was to make a pact with some pretty unsavory gods.

"...I'm Olivia. Sorry, I must seem completely weird, staring at your arm before introducing myself. It's lovely, by the way."
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The Party

[personal profile] youknowwhothisis 2025-06-22 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
When nobody was looking, sure, he was feasting his eyes on the sky. It was a sky he hadn't seen in far too long, and had once spent countless millennia sailing through. He played among the stars, always feeling his heart lift in utmost joy from the sheer beauty of it.

But he was in the middle of his tea, draining the last of a cup when someone had shouted over the sight. This time, with an audience, the gaze he cast upward was far more casual, coupled with a cheeky little grin.

The fellow looked like one of 'his'.

"Looks like you're not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy...!"
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[personal profile] unsolved 2025-06-22 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His brow pinched. What the hell was Brexit? This had something to do with the King, didn't it. Sherlock heaved a sigh. He really was useless without John to explain all this, but he brushed the thought aside. Now wasn't the time. ]

It isn't any of your business, but if you're really that insistent, here's a bit of trivia for you: I never graduated. They expelled me. Do you want to know why? [ He was leaning in slowly, a slow grin spreading across his face. He looked insane. ] I burned the lab. Detonated an explosive right in the middle of it. The administration wasn't exactly thrilled when it nearly brought down the entire building. Fun, hm?

[ Maybe now, this fan would like him less. John had always made him sound far more palatable than he actually was. ]
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[personal profile] vertegrez 2025-06-22 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"And you do not deal in lies, princess?" Alicent's brows pinched together, lips curving down in a frown. "I came to you in friendship because I cared about you and you chose to lie to me. That I had to hear it from..." The crack in her voice betrayed her. "The guardsman," because she could not find it in her to speak his name. "I had feared you were being taken advantage of but perhaps it was foolish of me to believe affection still existed between us, at least enough for you to be honest with me."

That it was not Daemon mattered little. Alicent had stood against her father, one of the few havens she had left in that pit that she called her home, to defend Rhaenyra against his accusations only for her to lie in her face.

A killing blow.

The thought unsettled her, far more than the threat of this maze or the prospect of being held here, but what was worse than all of it were the empty words being passed between them, practiced pleasantries that meant nothing. "You," Alicent stumbled, finding herself speechless for once. "You will what?" Her words hung awkwardly in the air, her eyes fixed on Rhaenyra as if she believed she were suddenly hallucinating, under the effects of something she hadn't realised she had been given.

"It would serve you to learn restraint," Alicent bit back, finding a spine somewhere beneath the layers of silk and embroidery. "A scar would do nothing for you save for give you something else to blame when you find responsibility too heavy a burden to bear." Tightening her fingers around the hilt of the dagger at her side, Alicent stared Rhaenyra down. "Are you with me then, or shall we find our own ways?"
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[personal profile] i_own_you 2025-06-23 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Do you know what they've tried?"

Two months isn't long at all in the grand scheme of things, at least not for a demon, but it was longer than Valentino wanted to spend cut off from his life. He liked his life in Hell. Far more than he'd like his life on Earth.
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[personal profile] i_own_you 2025-06-23 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
That earns an appreciative grin.

"Well aren't you lucky? You better tie that one down fast then. Try that...monogamy thing, who knows, I can't see why anyone would enjoy it."
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[personal profile] queensguilt 2025-06-23 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ As her snare holds the beast, Louis steps forward, catching the attack of its spiked tail in palm of one hand. His heels dig into the ground as he pulls on the appendage, hard, and the beast falls with a sickening crack of its hind legs.

And now for the kill.

Rushing forward, he draws out another dagger, wasting no time aiming for its neck to finish what his first blade started. It’s over with a spectacular, filthy spray of maroon across the corridor. It smells as horrid as its screams, wholly unappetizing.

Louis stands up, taking both daggers back as he looks down upon the beast. Bipedal, an equine-like head, but with mammalian, webbed wings and a tail. He has no idea what sort of fae it is, but it’s clearly no friend.

He flicks the daggers to the side, ridding them of blood, and pockets them both back into his belt. ]
Its corpse might attract others. Let’s go.
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[personal profile] i_own_you 2025-06-23 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
Damn it. Valentino huffs, face hot even as he tries to look unbothered. The imp is lucky he was mild amusing before.

"It's Valentino," he can't help but snap after him.