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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: ((74))

[personal profile] unclesam 2025-06-23 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Shit but it's unsettling. The eyes, sure, but more than that just.... talking to him. Alive and all. It's been over 10 years since they interacted, technically, even though Sam wasn't around for 5 of those. Bit over 3 years since Tony died. ]

And me. [ Bone dry. ] You guess.

[ After a moment, Sam snorts, humour pulling on the weirdness of it all. ]

Alright. You picked a shit afterlife to meet me in. And I can't decide if the eyes are more or less stupid than the colored glasses.

[ He licks his lips, winces and then wipes the blood away. ]

I mean, maybe I ain't dead. I don't actually know...
bewildering: recadreuse (022)

[personal profile] bewildering 2025-06-23 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ oh god, what a relief. ]

i live there bc i live with the new avengers
people call it the watchtower now
ironypoisoned: (no there is no intellect in the air)

[personal profile] ironypoisoned 2025-06-23 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Tony's eyebrows shoot up to his hairline and his jaw drops. Holy shit, please be a multiversal constant. Somehow. Somehow. Please, please-please. He bursts out into practically a cackle. ] Yeah, that is fun. [ Reminds him a bit of himself when he was a wild and crazy... 35 year old. ]

Don't think I've ever respected you more. [ A beat, Tony tilts his head to the side for a second. ] Kinda a joke. [ But only kinda. ] What'd you use? Gotta be some kinda... [ What would they have in a medical facility... ] Nitroglycerin or something?
vintagecaptain: ([cap] stoic)

[personal profile] vintagecaptain 2025-06-24 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah.

[ Steve is quick to help Sam to his feet and take his weight again. He's not in good shape and it worries him. He's got a lot of questions, especially about how Sam looked away from him.

Maybe he like everyone else Steve left behind to go back in time has a lot to say about it but doesn't want to say it now. Clint certainly had a lot to say about it. ]


Come on, we'll find our way out.

[ He's noticed the maze does change "randomly" but in a fairly predictable pattern. There's only so many ways it can change and still have a way to the exit. Steve's been observing as he's been rescuing people repeatedly.

Steve's not leaving anyone to fight alone in this nightmare. ]


If you need to stop, just tell me.
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[personal profile] myshallowemotions 2025-06-24 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
On the streets? That gets his attention and he goes from mild disinterest to genuine interest in an instant. The thing is, he's never met anyone else from the streets before, not like he was so maybe, just maybe this guy can relate. "You were on the streets when you were young? Were you alone?" There weren't feral dogs necessarily, but there were other desperate, violent people on the streets, and other kids, and the segyein trying to get them.

It's almost as intriguing as the husband stuff but honestly, the husband thing is much more pertinent not that the politics of that world matter here but there's still so much he doesn't know. They're still learning about families and relationships to begin with.

"A cutsleeve?" He pauses, considering what was said. "Where I'm from, all they care about is breeding. You can love whoever you want I think if you're lucky but most people are bred and so that's a provider and a donor. Was yours a marriage of love?"

The blue ribbon catches his eye and he watches the way it curves and loops around the man's wrist. A gift from his husband maybe?
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[personal profile] aranes 2025-06-24 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
Making a drawn-out noise, mostly just to buy time, and that he communicates with his hands by kind of just fidgeting, Miles just shrugs before signing, No, not really. It's definitely complicated, but that's just part of being a superhero, he thinks. Everything got complicated after the bite, especially once he started helping Pete in the city.

I kinda got bit by one and— and Miles chuckles, shaking his hands in a sort of 'ta da' gesture. Spider-Man. There was a lot more to it but he'd need a lot more time to figure out how to get it all out. And Miles is breaking like, a whole bunch of superhero rules probably so he thinks that he should slow down. There's a reason they have secret identities. Except for Tony Stark, but that guy's different.

Shaking his head, Miles looks at Pinocchio and watches him sign P and he smiles. P's cool. If you want, I can call you that. I'm just Miles. He shows off the sign his friend gave him for his name though, and he's proud of that.

Totally, Miles answers as he jogs over, pulling his mask back on just so he's not stuck carrying it around. So, do you always go for the heart?
Edited 2025-06-24 00:19 (UTC)
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[personal profile] aranes 2025-06-24 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks, man. [ And internally, Miles is just really trying to be cool. He's going to have to run laps or something to burn off this high but that's for later. ] Yeah, this just felt more me.

[ Redwing. Man, Miles would love to take a look at that and see what makes it tick. Tech's always been his thing. Maybe later. ]

It probably ran into the same thing I did. But people are talking about magic, too, so who knows. [ It's way above his head. ]

Yeah. I think they want us to do this their way. [ The only thing Miles really knows about fae is that they don't play fair. ] So we just have to outsmart them, right?
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[personal profile] myshallowemotions 2025-06-24 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Okay, the word "fights" may have been used loosely. But still...]

More like some of us have attacked the fae once or twice and it doesn't seem to end well for anyone who tries. Oh, and there was a battle with a dragon but I kind of missed that one. [Not that he's mad about it. Fighting a dragon on the fae's behalf is not something he's really keen on doing anytime soon.

The hands on his shoulders don't phase him one bit and he just smiles, amused at the show and the bravado and grabs the man's shoulders in return as if to steady him.]


You like to fight, huh? If you're looking for a fight, there will be more. Some of us are training. I'm sure we can find some fun. The key is being smart about it because you don't want the fae taking over your mind.
tillimgone: (pretty tears)

[personal profile] tillimgone 2025-06-24 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
What?

[He doesn't believe what he's hearing in the slightest. Mizi is in his arms - he can feel the weight of her body, the fading warmth, the sticky blood. No, fuck, no, he can't hope for something that isn't real. She's dead and this guy is crazy, he has to be.

Right?
]

How can you be sure? If we leave her... I can't leave her to just lie dead in a fucked up maze... [He makes a frustrated noise and holds her tighter.]
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[personal profile] youknowwhothisis 2025-06-24 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
That's the rub when you knew someone who could taste your vibe- you could hardly hide a damn thing from them.

He brightened with the idea of the Deadly Sins all in one venue again. Hell, with who was here, Lucifer was happy to run interference and keep Mam on something of a leash. He was... a little hard to handle sometimes! Okay, he was a cockhead with no filter.

"...Yeeeah, the novelty of the shifting labyrinth wore off pretty quick after hearing about the, ah, beasties they slapped in that wanna suck out your guts as a treat. I'm sticking with the refreshments, myself."
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[personal profile] foraride 2025-06-24 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
Well okay, war sounds like a great reason not to want to be somewhere, even if Kiriya doesn't recognize any of the names being thrown around. And he can definitely tell when a subject has been very firmly changed, but that's fine, he can run with it.

"Nothing so dramatic," he says with a flash of a grin. "I liked the puzzle of it. Figuring out how the body works, and all." It's at least part of why he'd gone into the disciplines he had, even if the other parts are a little less flattering.
grointothebust: (Stripteasing)

[personal profile] grointothebust 2025-06-24 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
He could never forget how absolutely adorable Charlie was at that age. The look was taking him back, that's for sure, and he still knelt down to offer little Charlie some headpats.

The Sin glanced around and gave a faint little grimace as the scene shifted around them slightly. The maze could adapt its illusions to keep people in them. It seemed positive for now, but Ozzie kept his eyes open and his smile wide.

"Aww, ain't you sweet." He praised, snapping his fingers to make himself a more reasonable size for the picnic. "I adore your garden. You two work hard to take care of your flowers and here you are. In the garden you care for beneath the familiar skies of Pride. Do you have a favorite flower here, Charlie?"
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[personal profile] whatchu_want 2025-06-24 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
[It was alright, Bee could just hurl more dick-pops at him to get him to shut his mouth for a bit. The important part was that they would all be together again and the team would be at least half-way back to working. Besides the only real problem would be if Satan were to show up, she loved him, but man did he like to take charge and try to be the big man. Luci on the other hand was a bit more fun to be around and was willing to put up with her antics a bit more, not quite a rigid.]

Yeah, the vines and no flying rule was complete bullshit too. Like, they're flying all over the place, but I can't just take a peak over a few walls to get out of here?
amberdrake: Umid Yuldashev (so I told Skan to pull a cart)

[personal profile] amberdrake 2025-06-24 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Not an uncommon reason, I feel," Drake says thoughtfully, remembering conversations on the subject he'd been party to up on the Hill, and in the tents of the trondi'irn he often consulted with when wings were involved in a case. "How long have you been doing it?"
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[personal profile] youknowwhothisis 2025-06-24 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
He scoffed and shook his head as he pushed himself out of his seat. He smoothed his hands along his lapels, fixing himself up.

"Exactly! Complete nonsense. Then the drinks don't even hit right." He rubbed his hands together.

"But we're not in the maze right now, are we...? You feel like going for a fly? Maybe conjure us some actual drinks and we call it quits for the night?"
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[personal profile] scansorial 2025-06-24 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah? I wouldn't say no to that. I mean, I can make my own if you can teach me. I dunno if this place might still have the same stuff I tend to use back home. So, having your notes might help. Thanks.

[He is relieved at that much at least. Even if he might still be figuring this weird place out yet. It is a lot. But at least Miles is used to the idea of other dimensions and all, so this isn't completely freaking him out as much.]
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[personal profile] whatchu_want 2025-06-24 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Not at all, I mean they had the salt but where were the limes, and no chasers or anything either?"

At the suggestion though she was already buzzing, and grabbed another pair of bottles out of the air. Popping the tops off, she passed one to Lucifer and kept the other for herself, though there was always plenty of more where that came from, along with other sweet treats.

"Let's see if you can still keep up."
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[personal profile] youknowwhothisis 2025-06-24 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
Sadly, not a thing. Fortunate for you, Mr. Valentino, as he didn't seem to be hurtling in your direction like a very angry missile.

But made a come-hither motion to the tea pot, which sprung up and moved to pour himself another refill. "Oh...? That eager to get back, huh? Color me surprised~"
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[personal profile] sourcedlocally 2025-06-24 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
[It's surprisingly easy to advance on the fiend, catch its clawed hands on the shaft of the spear and turn them away; as if he had a magnificent rest and a full meal the day before, a massage and a blessing. His weapon feels weightless as he drives it into the creature's shoulder and pins it to the ground, angling his face away to avoid the thrashing of one of its wings.

Hm. S'rei clenches and unclenches a fist, staring down at it before shooting a look back at the man, noting the wound as he does. He hadn't heard bardsong and that...incantation, if that's what it was, was unfamiliar; he likewise hadn't felt any aetheric fluctuations indicating spellwork, and didn't see a channeling tool like a book or a staff, but this feels like support magic.

The thing tries to dig its claws into the seams of his greaves so S'rei puts the matter aside for now in favor of placing his boot atop its sternum, far down enough to avoid its thrashing tongue, and buries the spear into its throat instead. It gives a gurgling shriek, a truly horrific sound, but...doesn't die. S'rei scowls and does so again, and again, spattering its blood up onto his longboots and pants, but still it won't die.]


Must be some trick to this. A spell or condition. Do you know?
pentiments: (memory: intuition)

cw: gore

[personal profile] pentiments 2025-06-24 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ The Librarian watches with a mix of curiosity and revulsion as the man repeatedly skewers the shrieking monstrosity, to no avail. He had not been able to get a good sense of the creature when it had been shrieking and clawing at him from above, but now that it's under the man's spear, he can see clearly that the beast is roughly humanoid—a humanoid that has been rent in two. Below the ribs is nothing but a bloody stump, entrails dangling. ]

A powerful Heart principle, to be sure, [ the Librarian answers, fascinated despite himself. ] Possibly a servant of the Thunderskin, corrupted by Grail influences. Or perhaps the other way around...

[ Ravening thirst, forced to endure. Or else indefatigable endurance, forced to thirst. Either way, the Librarian cannot help but pity the creature. He begins to look around with urgency, searching the ground. ]

Its missing its lower half—if it were ambulatory, one would expect it to have joined the fray by now.

[ Which means, since it hasn't, perhaps it is still. Vulnerable. ]
mordaz: 𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖇𝖞 <lj user=mordaz> (pic#17858148)

[personal profile] mordaz 2025-06-24 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Appointment?" It's official, Lucifer Morningstar is having a mental crisis and now she has stepped right in the middle of it. Shit. Ironically, this probably isn't the strangest thing she's walked into in her life. Something about it, while touching, also makes her feel a pang of sadness. When was the last time her and her dad were able to do something like this?

It's hard to imagine, she's worn her headphones to drown out the countless hours of arguments for so long that the silence is deafening. No music here, nothing for her to escape into when she starts to feel herself teetering on the edge of depression. Maybe that's why she lets him lead her, though she does look over her shoulder once or twice.

Should she be calling for help right now or should she selfishly enjoy the moment? She doesn't see Charlie there, but he seems so happy that she goes along with it, at least for the time being. The fact that she can still see her father with tears streaming down his face in her mind makes the choice an easy one.

"No. I don't like parties." Stiffly, she takes her seat and adjusts her hat. Everything within her wants to protest that she isn't a child. Just when it looks like she might leave it at that, she adds on: ".. I haven't had one since I was a child." She is still a child, but don't let her hear anyone say that.
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[personal profile] mordaz 2025-06-24 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
So, a Special Sinner.

"Hell isn't good to anyone, it's Hell," she mutters dryly. "That just means a bigger fish hasn't come along yet." Or maybe it has, she notes, as she pointedly looks at the state of his antennae.

"Is getting kidnapped really considered a vacation?" She might be avoiding the question intentionally; there's nowhere she can escape to now. At least back home she had her music.
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[personal profile] verfeuern 2025-06-24 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
"A dragon-sized talking rooster with manners better than most." There's doubt there but when offers her the handkerchief she doesn't hesitate to take it, dabbing at her face and neck in a fruitless attempt to make herself more presentable. Though this is far from the first time she's walked up on someone looking like an extra from a particularly gruesome horror picture.

Her sense of adventure has always overridden her common sense; it would come as no surprise to anyone who knows her that she actually elects to move closer, carefully inspecting this flamboyant figure even if she has to crane her neck to do so. "Purple is favored among nobility for its richness, it suits you."

With a smile as charming as it is playful, she tips her head off to the side and muses up at him. "At the present? Your colors are favorable, though I fear I would not look nearly as dignified in them."
ironypoisoned: (or shouldn't do)

[personal profile] ironypoisoned 2025-06-24 09:30 am (UTC)(link)
You're not dead. [ But the way it comes out sounds... Quasi-automatic? Like he's been saying that a lot to people, when they first meet him. ] Most of us aren't. Yeah, Natasha's here, I'm here, but- [ God, fuck, they better not all be dead... His long, forked tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip as he tsks. ]

Bruce is here. [ Hah! Tony wins. ] So. Chances are you're not dead, because he can't be.
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[personal profile] unclesam 2025-06-24 11:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sam sits still for a moment. His eyes sweep over the crowd, but he doesn't really take anything in. Frankly, he's in pain. He's also still running on nothing but post-battle adrenaline, because if that fades, does he even have anything left in the gas tank to keep marching himself forwards?

After a moment, Sam looks over to Tony. Makes a 'dude what the fuck' kind of face at the forked tongue because really. Really, Tony, what the hell.

He's not unpacking 'Steve is here and has scales'... not yet. ]


The last thing I remember doing is stabbing my remaining wing into a Hulk so hard the kinetic energy blast sent us both flying and destroyed most of DC's cherry blossoms. I think I broke whatever bones he didn't already get. [ A beat. ] Not Bruce, don't worry.