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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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[personal profile] silverwinds 2025-06-24 11:29 am (UTC)(link)
SHAME. [She meant shame the monster left, she could have taken it out given she had half the chance.]

[She turns back to Seifer, watching him walk a few seconds before speaking up.] WHERE?
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[personal profile] cross_swords 2025-06-24 11:43 am (UTC)(link)

Back to the castle and the party. Give you a chance to be uninteresting to the royals so they send you home. Imagine the trouble Rai is going to get into without you.

[It was too late for Seifer and honestly, he would hate for her to stay here over him.]

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[personal profile] unclesam 2025-06-24 11:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Pretty damn lost," Sam admitted. He made a bit of a gesture with his good arm, in the vague direction of the hedges surrounding them. "I heard you get through mazes by always taking a left. Don't work much if the maze keeps shifting and you just keep running into fun little visions to ruin your day, though."

He'd also tried to deploy Redwing to make out the maze, but not only did Redwing's sensors immediately get messed up, but at the attempt to fly over the hedges, something ended up nearly swiping the drone out of the air.

Sam's almost glad his wingpack's non-functional for the time being. That could've easily been him.
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[personal profile] unclesam 2025-06-24 11:55 am (UTC)(link)
If we stop when I need to, we ain't making it out.

[ Sam flashes Steve a strained grin, but true to word he keeps pushing on - visible glad that Steve's here to help, though. Sam would keep going at it alone, too, but he's at a bit of a disadvantage here. ]

So. I know there's plenty blasts from the pasts around. Anyone from 2027 or onwards that you know of, by any chance? Buck, anyone named Joaquin Torres or Isaiah Bradley?
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[personal profile] silverwinds 2025-06-24 12:22 pm (UTC)(link)
STAYING. [she gave a one shouldered shrug, because apparently she didn't have a choice rather she left or not.] NO CHOICE.
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[personal profile] vintagecaptain 2025-06-24 12:25 pm (UTC)(link)
We'll make it out.

[ He says it with that stern Captain America conviction of his. There is no other option for them but to make it out. ]

Bucky's here. Seems to be from more your time than mine. [ Which is only mildly awkward. ] And Clint's probably from around your time. I'm not sure of the year exactly but he's definitely from after I... went back.

[ He's still coming to terms with that. ]

None of those names are familiar to me though. Sorry, Sam.
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[personal profile] deprime 2025-06-24 12:28 pm (UTC)(link)
It... [ Looking back, the sword is still holding at least. It should until they get too far. ] It looks like something that would. I've fought a few things like it.

[ Not here, but the Nevrons he'd stumbled across, they were about as varied as these creatures in the maze. ]

I know the feeling. [ Gustave chuckles softly, nodding. He gestures at the buckler. ] Maybe you need a bigger shield.
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[personal profile] sourcedlocally 2025-06-24 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Much like many of the other names and places spoken tonight, the terms go over his head but S'rei still almost smiles despite himself. It's familiar, him being the muscle keeping the enemy occupied while his more learned allies puzzle out a problem. It's nice.

A stab to the heart also doesn't kill the beast so with the chest pinned, he steps on an arm instead to keep the struggling manageable while the scholar behind him starts searching the clearing for clues. With the way the...voidsent, honestly, is moving, its guts should've long fallen completely out by now.]
We're in a fae realm, yes? Is it perhaps weak to the same rules they are?
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[personal profile] haram 2025-06-24 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
His large eyes narrow, posture bristling like an alley cat sensing potential threats from atop a fence. There's no reason in particular for why Claudia should always manage to get under his skin in quite the way she does, and yet... somehow she still always does, doesn't she?

Even in whatever form she's inexplicably — impossibly — appearing to him now, she brings it out: an ugly and almost child-like anger which only seems to boil infinitely hotter in his blood like a rapidly spreading grease-fire.

"Sorry to disappoint," he says primly, forcing a tense, humorless smile. Continuing as matter-of-factly as he can: "You had a family, yes— at least until you tried to murder your other father, also your Maker, in cold blood. A truly enviable relationship indeed— what a shame for me to have spent many happy decades with only Louis instead."
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[personal profile] itsytitsyspider 2025-06-24 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
By now, Angel was moving at a fast clip, trying to keep ahead of whatever was hot on their tails. He trusted the little guy could keep up. Or he would make a good distraction...

"Ha?" The spider glanced over at Lucifer as he shot a question his way. "Maybe? I've only been here a month but their beach 'party' went just as well. I almost drowned, those fucks."
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[personal profile] diana_abel 2025-06-24 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
She smiled, in spite of the situation. "Ya know? I heard the same thing. About always going left. Although I used to think that was just a way to choose the shortest line at Disneyland." Anyway, she shrugged. "But with the Fae, there really aren't a lot of cheatcodes."

Remembering her manners, she offered him a hand, intentionally veering to his arm that didn't look like it was all kinds of messed up. "I'm Diana," she said. "Diana Abel. A-B-E-L. As in, 'Caine, and dot, dot, dot...'"

God, she still introduced herself that way. And immediately hated herself for a it a little bit, every time.

"I've only been here a couple of months, so I'm not really a Faerie expert. But I figure we probably got a better chance if we stick together, ya know?"
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[personal profile] tutoroftactics 2025-06-24 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
You know, you're certainly right about that.

[She offers him a smile, and her hand.] I'm Makoto Niijima.
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i'm so sorry for how late this is!! / cw vague reference to historic racism

[personal profile] haram 2025-06-24 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
    ( OOC | No problem at all!! Armand is multilingual so it seemed like a fun opportunity to play around a little with languages. I know in games where there is magic translation it doesn't make a big difference, but at least the characters might enjoy it! Also... his Maker, as a vampire, is also named Marius, any chance he might be able to pick the name out of her head using mild telepathy? Totally fine if not, but I still wanted to ask! )
Armand smiles back down at her warmly, his expression void of either judgement or acknowledgement as to her rough and clumsy street-like manner— because though he may cut a trim figure now in fitted, exquisitely tailored finery, this wasn't always the case.

"Oui— from Paris also, although naturally I was not born there." This isn't strictly necessary for him to bother pointing out, but he does so anyway, since Eponine's manner of speech evokes to him a much earlier time during which he knows faces like his were still not quite ubiquitous, if thankfully not (always) outright scorned, either, so long as one took great pains to carry themselves with sophistication and means. "I used to be a student, yes. Not for many years, though I am flattered you might mistake me again for young men of this age."

Never mind that his student years had also not even taken place in Paris; it's irrelevant, a detail which is neither here nor there.

"And what would you have liked to study, had you been a student?"

Can she even read or write, he wonders? Probably not, but such skills are not really so hard to learn— and anyway, one's ability need not have anything to do with one's ambition, necessarily.
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No worries! / cw vague reference to historic racism

[personal profile] lutin 2025-06-24 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Of course - he can read her mind as much as he likes. She’s a blabberer anyway: most of what is in her head comes out of her mouth. It’s why she’s usually in trouble]

“Me?” She’s caught off guard by the question. Nobody has ever actually asked her what she’d like to learn. History? But then, what good is learning about the dead? Latin, like the students? But nobody speaks it. Drawing and art? She’d be rubbish. Perhaps books? She thinks about Marius, always with a book under his arm. If she’d’ve had books, they might have talked about them together. They might have lay on his coat on the grass in the summer discussing classical tales and great thinkers of old. Yes, she decides, books.

“Me? I’d study books. Any of ‘em. All of ‘em. I like to read, you know? I can read. And if I’d books, I’d read ‘em all. But books are expensive. There are better things to spend money on.”

She laughs, but there’s no humour in it.
“Where are you from if you ain’t from La Belle Paris? Stinking hole what she is. Are you from a far away land, like the sailors? I bet you learned French at university, no?”
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[personal profile] verfeuern 2025-06-24 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"You know to whom you are speaking and yet, since we have met, you have yet to bow. Either your exhaustion robs you of your manners or you are brazened. I'm unsure to which I would prefer." For the mild air of arrogance that comes with it there is little threat behind her words, she is still wrapping her mind around the fact that she can come and go as she pleases.

That quickly changes the moment she hears his name; she can scarcely resist the urge to roll her eyes. Everyone naming their sons, hoping their legacies will grow to overshadow that of their namesake. "Did your father also have designs on you being a conqueror? How liberating it must be to choose your own name. Tell me, Jon Snow, why would a Targaryen willingly cast aside their trueborn name?"

There are very few reasons she can think of and none of them are favorable. "How quickly the line to succession grows." She has yet to figure out he is from her future and believes he may be a contender. "You look far too noble to be a criminal. Your eyes betray you."
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[personal profile] queensguilt 2025-06-24 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Louis. [ He replies, taking her hand in his gloved one. His handshake is solid. ] Louis Amamiya.

[ Releasing her hand, his own drifts back down to his side, but his gaze remains leveled upon her. ] Feeling better, I hope?

[ He’ll leave her be, of course, but he wants to make sure she’ll be alright. ]
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[personal profile] desashin 2025-06-24 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ace would laugh if anyone said he was idealistic. As much as he cares about the world he created, he's also been the one in the past arguing that everyone's wishes, trivial or not, were valid and that the Grand Prix participants deserved to get their petty rewards for taking the risk of fighting. He was the one that wasn't above cheating and lying to get an edge, the damned fox they'd all tried to kill at one point, and being thought of as heroic would somehow feel strange.

In this moment, though, Ace is really there to offer Sync a companion to talk to and a kinder perspective. Irony knows no limits. ]


They wouldn't have it any other way. Some people find meaning in just fighting for others. Something like they're happy just to see people smile?

[ He does get a little chuckle out of actively butchering Keiwa's line, even if Keiwa isn't there to complain. ]

But you have to be careful. Those ones sound easy, but I hear they hit pretty hard.
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[personal profile] verfeuern 2025-06-24 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"I deal in a great many things." Rhaenyra dodges the question as per usual, looking ahead rather than at the subject of her current discomfort. "How quickly, I wonder, did your father race to your side to whisper into your ear as he does my fathers? When it suits him. Before the words even left your lips you were filled with venom — not for the act in itself. I will always have affection for you; it is yours for me that I question." Rather than give the rest of the words life she leaves it at that, letting the unsung accusation hang in the air between them.

Jealousy is an ugly thing and though a pawn in a larger game, a participant she still is. Even now the full weight of her decision hasn't settled in and may not for weeks, even months, to come. When consequences are so rarely, if ever, faced, how can she suffer them?

"Would you rather I leave them to scar?" The love shared between them is tepid at most on favorable days, but it remains, nonetheless. Alicent's particular habit of picking at her fingers never goes unnoticed, letting her wounds go unattended would just give Otto something else to hold over her head. Anger doesn't mean she wishes ill things upon her.

"And what do you blame? You who speak so highly of duty and flawlessness, yet can barely contain your own ire for any unwilling to fit into your perceptions? I am not the one at war with responsibility. You who know me better than all should know my wishes." Comes her own scathing response, but she rescinds, letting out a sigh. "I am here and nearly wed, Alicent, doing my duty to the realm just as you are. Is it so wrong to wish to spurn misery?"
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[personal profile] haram 2025-06-24 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
I was still very new back then. Little more than a child, really.

[ Though he, at least, hadn't had to wander for centuries all on his own, but sometimes he does wonder if it would have been better if he did. ]

And how is it you were later able to come back to yourself again after experiencing what you had?
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[personal profile] bugbeverage 2025-06-24 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
He gives her a blank look erring on the side of annoyed. "She wishes she were me."
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[personal profile] interwebs 2025-06-24 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Peter assesses Sam's injuries and thinks he could use a doctor anytime soon. He knows Doctor Strange is also here, but he also knows there are Adopted here who can magically heal people. There's also a clinic somewhere.

The names he tells him, though, grabs his attention next and one particular name stands out. ]


Oh, Bucky's here. Don't know if he's somewhere here in the party, though.

[ Admittedly, he hasn't really talked to the guy yet since the man prefers to be alone most of the time. ] Uh, there are also some others here, but I don't know how... um, well you'll be able to take that info.
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[personal profile] interwebs 2025-06-24 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Whoa wait a sec
What do you mean New Avengers??? There's a new one??


[ ... ]

Okay I think you might be from Teddy's universe or something
Because the Avengers isn't really a thing anymore?
Mister Wilson's Cap now and he hasn't really formed a new squad yet, I think?
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[personal profile] interwebs 2025-06-24 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, the ingredients are the tough bit. Tell you what, I can also just help you find 'em. No big deal. The market here operates differently from, well, our modern world. I'll show you the ropes.

[ Pun unintended. ]
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[personal profile] maritorious 2025-06-24 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Nancy gives him a wry look up-and-down.

"I'm sure she does, sir."
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[personal profile] unclesam 2025-06-24 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sam's expression brightens a bit at that. Not that it's great Bucky got kidnapped. Honestly, he doesn't want any of those three to be here, no matter how much he wants to see them. But still - he can't help the little rush of relief. Someone he can trust. That's good. Even if it's not a face he desperately needs to see alive and well. Or the face he desperately needs on the right side of bars again. ]

If you say John Walker, I'm gonna need you to bring me a stiff drink, not gonna lie.

[ That name might be familiar. After all, John Walker being named Captain America as well as just how he lost the title were heavily broadcast events, and there were posters all over New York City with his face on it. 'Cap is back'.

Sam never got posters. Oh well. ]