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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

whichisit: (Default)

Can't Unseelie It

[personal profile] whichisit 2025-05-16 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
(ooc: Henry's heart beats like once every one to two minutes if that)

The screech hurts... with his enhanced senses, his ears start to ring, but the other man on the ground seems far worse off.

He runs and tries to pull the creature down out of the sky, trying to damage one of its wings to at least buy him enough time to pull the man to his feet and start to run.

"Pardon the lack of introduction, but we should run, probably as fast as you can..." He says, starting to pull the man along with him, "Or find a better location to fight it off."
lementeur: (050)

[personal profile] lementeur 2025-05-16 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
un: verso
I think it's fair to say that this, wherever this is, isn't reality for any of us. You can't want this fate any more than I do.

We don't belong.


[ They don't belong in either world, really, but one conflict at a time. Renoir can't be happy about being here, so maybe they can finally agree on something. ]
whichisit: (Modern Smirk)

[personal profile] whichisit 2025-05-16 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Henry comes up next to the man, and hums a little, "The 90s were a strange time, for more reasons than just the food," he laughs softly picking up one of the tankards and picking up a large ornate caraf that is filled witha supsicoully thick and red liquid that the man may or may not recognize.
sod_off: (Spike 82)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-16 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Honesty was good. Honesty was what Spike wanted in this case. Even though it hurt. Wasn't like he was a stranger to pain though. He respected Diana for it, trusted her because of it.

There was a soft sound from him, his hand dropping as he turned back to look at the hallucination of the Slayer. Of Buffy asking him "are you okay?" as she watched him. Spike closed his eyes and swallowed, trying to will that pre-tear wetness away as he did so. His whole body moved in a breath in and out, before he opened them again. "You're not real, Buffy. I'm okay." Softly, voice still baring emotions he didn't want to share. Regret, longing, hope, and love.

Before Spike deliberately took some steps around the hallucination and over towards Diana. Gathering himself like he was pulling on a heavy coat as his expression changed back to its usual one of attitude. If a bit more dour, brooding. He even offered a wry grin for Diana. "Careful, or I'll start to think it's you making me see things." With a hint of teasing. Spike knew better.
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Cale Henituse | Trash of the Count's Family | Dusk Court

[personal profile] goldenturtle 2025-05-16 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
1 • « Mandatory Attendance »
[ The party starts late enough that Cale was long since tucked away in bed, unconscious after another bout of overusing his ancient powers. Unfortunately, this doesn't mean anything in the face of mandatory attendance, and one way or another, Cale is dressed up by the fae for a party in clothes that would be quite comfortable if not for the large, open back exposing the dragon scales decorating his spine like expensive finery.

Additionally, while the fae were generous enough to place him in a seat, they didn't take the time to ensure he would stay in said seat. His long hair is first to tumble to the side, followed shortly by the rest of his body tilting over, threatening to fall onto the ground.

Of course, Cale is still thoroughly unconscious, so he has no complaints at the moment.

His ancient powers, however, are filled with them.

— How dare they treat our kid like this!
— What the hell is this?
— ...Hm. I,Isn't he a bit underdressed?
— I want to fuck all those shitty bastards up! You can't leave our weakass owner out all helpless and vulnerable!
— We can still protect him while he's like this though? My shield and Cheapskate's fire are more than enough.
— ...
— ...That's true! I will set everything on fire!
— *sigh* Please don't.
]


2 • « Left Behind cw: blood, illusionary child death »
[ The trick with labyrinths is to keep your hand on one wall and continue moving forward. Though Cale quickly learns that doesn't work in this particular maze, with hedges that don't feel quite like nature in the way he knows. Everything around him is alive but... absent. It leaves him feeling cold chills on the back of his neck with each and every step.

At least until he makes another left turn and sees Alberu blocking his path. The necklace containing his disguise is still around his neck, yet his skin and hair are both the deep brown of his Dark Elf heritage.

Cale forgets to breathe.

He closes his eyes. Opens them. The partly burnt form of his sworn brother remains. ]


...Ha!

[ He scoffs, albeit weakly.

What bullshit.

Cale pulls up some records of Alberu in his mind, happy, healthy, and driving him absolutely crazy. He uses these memories as a shield against the shitty hallucination in front of him and continues forward.

It isn't until he comes across the sight of his youngest, Raon Miru, covered with wounds more severe than he experienced during the first four years of his life, wings absent from his shoulders, that Cale falters. Everything about his boisterous, energetic, unstoppable son is still. Quiet. Devoid of life. ]


...Hm.

[ On shaky feet, Cale moves past the hallucination. He keeps moving, as though in a trance, until the phantom scent of Raon's blood no longer overwhelms him.

Then he sinks to the ground, struggling for breath and shaking from something other than the cold.

Cale stares blankly at nothing as he pulls up his records of Raon, going through the countless memories he has of his baby dragon, over and over until his heart and lungs no longer feel as though they're being squeezed in a vice.

He continues playing the records in his mind, ignoring how his nose begins to bleed and bleed and bleed, and focusing instead on the way Raon's smooth head feels under his hand. ]


3 • « Don't Threaten Me with a Good Time cw: la llorona stuff »
[ By the time Cale hears wailing from around the next corner he is more than ready to fight. He knows exactly what makes a sound like that, and can't think of a better target for his fury.

There is no hesitation in his stride as he walks over to this child-killer, a grin on his face that shows too many teeth, and a gleam in his eyes that promises pain. ]


Hey, you crazy bitch. You're the worst kind of trash that makes even steaming dog shit seem amazing in comparison.

[ Cale shoves at her with his foot before she can fully stand, staggering her for a moment. ]

Someone like you can't be called a mother. Fucking crazy, child-killing bitch.

[ If La Llorona was mad before that was nothing compared to now. Cale just grins widely as she lunges for his neck, making no effort to dodge. With the Super Rock reinforcing his throat there is no risk of his windpipe being crushed.

Now he has this piece of shit spirit exactly where he wants — close enough that he can reach out with his hands to strangle her with even more ferocity. ]


4 • « GEIS »
That day I woke up in an illusion of the future where I was the only one who survived the war.


0 • « WILDCARD »
(( feel free to tag in with something different if you like! You can also reach me via PM or [plurk.com profile] froakie

also! for characters sensitive to nature/elements, Cale has Nature™ balanced inside of him and is known to feel and smell like nature to people sensitive to that sort of thing.

he also has blood that smells super delicious to vampires lol ))
diana_abel: (Dominating)

[personal profile] diana_abel 2025-05-16 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Malkavians--the powerful kind--could make others see things. But even if she could, she wouldn't. And even if she would, she had no idea what Buffy looked like, beyond Spike's descriptions.

Only, now she was curious.

She moved away from Spike, to the spot where he'd been staring. There was nothing there, of course. Just more hedge and dirt and dusty. She would have tried to read the aura of anyone who was there, but as far as she could tell, it was just the two of them, their dim colors swirling in all of the expected patterns, considering the situation.

Maybe a touch of sadness more than she would have expected out of Spike. Still. They were alone.

"I guess it's the maze itself," she said, frowning a little. "At first, I was afraid of running into a minotaur, but now I'm not sure what to expect."
pb_n_jocular: (pic#11301445)

[personal profile] pb_n_jocular 2025-05-16 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Peebee drops the shield and peers behind the other girl to make sure nothing is following. The La Llarona makes another attempt towards them and Peebee sends a biotic pulse out to shove it back.] Magic, huh? Whatever it is, it's the maziest maze I've ever been in. Swear it keeps moving on us.

[She holdsa hand out for introductions.] Peebee, at your service. Maybe two heads are better than one for making our way outta here?
sod_off: (Spike 57)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-16 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
She had to be curious, and if she tried to say she wasn't Spike would call her out on lying. This was the second time she'd seen more to him than he wanted to bare. Especially where the Slayer was concerned. But if she wasn't going to ask questions, Spike wasn't going to bring it up.

Instead he closed his eyes and sniffed the air for a moment. Then opened them once more. "Not sure about a minotaur, but there are definitely others in here besides us adopted. I can smell 'em."

How could the maze make him hallucinate though? Could it have been in one of the drinks? He'd have expected that to happen right away though, not be a delayed reaction.
dessendre: (pic#17850594)

[personal profile] dessendre 2025-05-16 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
oh she is. classic big sister.
And risk her finding out in some other way? Do you truly believe THAT to be the wiser course of action?
lementeur: (012)

[personal profile] lementeur 2025-05-16 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
spoilers
How else could she find out?

What have you told her?
diana_abel: (Dangerous)

[personal profile] diana_abel 2025-05-16 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
She waved her hand back and forth in the air, in the spot where Spike had been staring. From her point of view, it was kind of a huge relief when nothing happened. Although she wasn't on the same level as Arty, Diana had had a few hallucinations in her life. Most of them fairly recently, while dangling from the ceiling in Solomon's warehouse.

One involved a musical number.

Not an experience she wanted to repeat, no matter how much she devoted her life to musical theatre.

"I've read the Harry Potter books," she said with a sigh. "A magical maze usually means magical booby traps." She moved back toward Spike. "We should...probably stick together. In case of emergency, and/or thrash metal bands."
dessendre: (pic#17850615)

[personal profile] dessendre 2025-05-16 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
no spoilers! jk spoilers
Oh, please. Don't be so dramatic. Even if I'd wanted to say something, she wouldn't believe me.

I'm talking about this place. The power here is beyond anything even our parents are capable of.
[ A pause. ] It concerns me.
in_her_shadow: (but in the end)

[personal profile] in_her_shadow 2025-05-16 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ What the - ?! Lena backs up, startled and confused. She keeps looking back and forth between the stone and the Not Webby.]

Wh... who are you?! What was that!
lutin: (persuading)

CW: underage sex reference, murder reference

[personal profile] lutin 2025-05-16 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Paris isn't beautiful." And if this girl was going to go to Paris with such silly dreams and notions, then Paris would swallow her whole and chew her down and spit out her mangled corpse to be washed up on the English shore again.
"Paris is a beast of cut throats and thieves, Miss Nancy. Of girls whoring before they can truly call 'em a woman, of magic when a beggar man with one leg suddenly grows his second to chase you. We starve and we hurt and we hunt one another. You say you had rags, Miss, so the pretty Paris ain't for you. You might have a room more than me there, but make no mistake, to her underbelly you would go."

But still Eponine follows along. "Only a quick bath, Miss? And la - a dress? And shoes? Please, do you have a shoe that'd fit me?"
betenoir: (Callous)

[personal profile] betenoir 2025-05-16 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Geis | UN: Dessendre
[Perhaps this is the first time they have reached agreement in what... thirty, fourty or fifty years?]

We don't belong with them.

We belong with each other.


[And that includes your mother, you little shit.]
maritorious: (pic#17784395)

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-05-16 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just Nancy," she says patiently, remembering how Akechi had done the exact same thing with her.

She listens to the way she describes Paris, and truthfully, to Nancy, it sounds like home. "Perhaps Paris is no different from London after all," she says with a frown. This girl is right, she wouldn't be in the fancy, pretty Paris. She'd be right back where she was, just couldn't speak the language.

"Well we don't want to miss the party, do we? Shoes shouldn't be too much of a trouble. You got small feet?" She looks down at Eponine's feet as they cross the threshold into the Dawn Court rooms.
lementeur: (051)

[personal profile] lementeur 2025-05-16 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
vague spoilers for days
I know.

The rules here are different. But we can learn them. Master them. We can still fix this, and she never has to know.

It's better that way.
goldwraith: (81)

[personal profile] goldwraith 2025-05-16 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Perhaps, it's that stubbornness of them all that helped both Piltover and Zaun not turn into a pile of rubble. All of them going into it, not expecting to come out alive by the end.

Mel chuckles a bit at the mention of council parties- honestly, she'd prefer that to this right now. It would mean she's not HERE but back home. But she digresses-]
I am not sure how long I will manage without food, or water, but I will do my best.

[So she isn't alone in doing that. Good. It makes her look less stupid.] Well, if we're not home, I suppose no one would know what we're talking about in general.

[She turns properly in her chair so she can face him, the gold markings on her face and arms now way more prominent and catching the light of nearby scones and torches, making Mel look... not like Mel.] How did you end up here? Is it because of the, [she keeps her voice low,] arcane?
goldwraith: (unless otherwise stated) (95)

[personal profile] goldwraith 2025-05-16 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
This place is becoming weirder the more time passes and the more people she meets. It's giving her a really bad vibe.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Haru. I'm Mel."
lementeur: (003)

[personal profile] lementeur 2025-05-16 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
un: verso
We don't belong anywhere.

Unfortunately, here we are. And you don't know the new rules anymore than I do.


[ Boy does he have some bad news about Mom... ]

Where are you? We need to talk. Properly.
meforsaken: (- 09.)

[personal profile] meforsaken 2025-05-16 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
no, not jesus
i have nothing to do with christianity so if that's your concern, you can drop it
goldwraith: (83)

[personal profile] goldwraith 2025-05-16 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Red is not the color Mel expected to ever wear herself, as she was convinced she'd never have to leave Piltover, that she'll never have to travel to Noxus, that she'll be able to separate herself from her family completely.

Alas, fate had different plans for her. And she's not as immune and cold-hearted as she thought she was. Her mother made mistakes and had paid with her life for it, but she wasn't going to let some cult walk all over her as if she were no one and nothing.

So there she is, wearing the colors of her house. And her face lights up visibly when she spots Caitlyn.]


Kiramman. I didn't expect you to be here as well. [She gestures to the chair next to her for Cait to sit down- if she wants to.]
lutin: (Default)

[personal profile] lutin 2025-05-16 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
there is another god then?
pentacled: (hopkins ⛧ glare)

bugging out

[personal profile] pentacled 2025-05-16 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ah. faquarl comes to a stop on the path at being addressed. he looks somewhat worse for wear, like someone who's encounter a good number of tussles however long they'd all been here: a cut above his brow, scratches on his knuckles, a ripped shirt cuff, etc. but the show must go on. ]

[ he taps his cleaver against his pantleg, contemplative as he peers at the insects. he recognizes at least one of them, as he had made note to himself who'd been willing to kick up a disturbance at the party. ]

[ he points at the larvae with lighter blue eyes. ]

There was just one of you before. [ faquarl can count, to be sure; under the right circumstances, he might claim that he Invented Human Arithmetic. ] Are you beginning to multiply?
betenoir: (Forlorn)

[personal profile] betenoir 2025-05-16 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Geis | UN: Dessendre

[When Verso of all people is approaching him for a conversation he recognises the issue is serious.]

I'll be outside the hedge maze in a couple of minutes. Get to the entrance and wait.