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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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itsytitsyspider: (>3>)

[personal profile] itsytitsyspider 2025-05-17 08:53 am (UTC)(link)
For real? There's gotta be something you do for fun around here.

[Angel looks over to see.... ah... what ever the Hell he was. He definitely was not giving off Sinner vibes. Not thinking about too hard, the spider shrugged it off.

At first he thought the man's question was a joke, letting out a loud ha. But the tone in the strangers voice caused to shoot him a confused expression.
]

No, wait, you're being serious, aren't you? What rock did you crawl out from under if ya don't know what cookies are?
itsytitsyspider: (You sure about that?)

[personal profile] itsytitsyspider 2025-05-17 09:00 am (UTC)(link)
Eh, played shitty games, won shitty prizes.

[He repeats her sentiment with a little shrug of his shoulders.]

Oh, it's very literal. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt. Been there for 'bout 70 plus years now but whose countin' eternity anymore?
artfuldawkins: (maybe not so respectable)

[personal profile] artfuldawkins 2025-05-17 09:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Go too hard on the drink?" Dodger nodding, like he's been there before. Has he? Eh, maybe once, when they managed to snag some from the rozzers, but that was a while back. He looks the bloke up and down, and then around.

"Problem is, to get you help, we got to find the way out of here," he muttered aloud. "Ain't exactly sure on what way that is meself."
Edited (spelling mistake) 2025-05-17 09:27 (UTC)
artfuldawkins: (got to pick a pocket)

[personal profile] artfuldawkins 2025-05-17 09:30 am (UTC)(link)
[He's still trying to wrap his head around all of this, even if it looks like he's adjusted. Always show people a front, never let 'em know you're thrown. That's the way to keep a step ahead, and keep away from the peelers. Least, as far as he thinks anyway. He runs, considering the question the kid asked]

Ain't known no ghost to look like that.

[Finding a temple?]

Find a priest if you like, mate, we still gotta run.
artfuldawkins: (respectable gent)

[personal profile] artfuldawkins 2025-05-17 09:32 am (UTC)(link)
He stares, struck silent for just a moment. Letting the words sink in. Kidnapped by fairies. Those things from the stories. An' there was no gettin' home least they let him.

"...Stories always said years would pass," he said slowly. "They'd always return home to find years had passed," he recalled stories from when he was little. The vagueness of it wasn't helping, memories that seemed faded the more he tried to look at them. But if that came up in a lot of stories, chances are it was actually true, right?

"Bloody hell."

What else could he say?
artfuldawkins: (only one left)

[personal profile] artfuldawkins 2025-05-17 09:35 am (UTC)(link)
Who the hell was Marius, Dodger wondered? Apart from her bloke, judging by how happy she was to be married to him. But then she's talking to thin air, and that don't exactly seem right.

None of this seems right, but that's neither here nor there now, is it?

"... Just wonderin' where this Marius is?"
artfuldawkins: (look up to the sky)

[personal profile] artfuldawkins 2025-05-17 09:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, come on, I was always this good-looking."

He jokes, he knows his face did not suit him at all when he was younger. It was going to be a coin toss whether he grew into it, or it continued to not suit. Thankfully, it was the former. He grins at Nancy's words though.

"You reckon?" He preens at that. "Jem always thought himself the best."
havoked: (09)

[personal profile] havoked 2025-05-17 10:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ This is the first time Alex sees telekinesis used like that, and with how swift its usage is, he could've sworn that's super strength he's seeing. Nonetheless, this kid is powerful, and if he's a mutant or not like himself is still up for debate.

Which will take backseat for now in preference to pointing another fist at the persistent creature. This time, another concussive blast hits the jersey devil, dampening its determination to crawl upright again. So, for a moment or two, it succumbs to the weight of both their attacks. ]


Super strength? [ He gestures to Cable's fist. ]
sine_metu: ([daredevil] listening)

[personal profile] sine_metu 2025-05-17 11:25 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm fine." Matt's taken worse and the injury he has is from before he got here isn't bothering him right now.

"We need to keep moving." He starts walking though it's harder to mentally map the maze now that he can't hear the movement of it very well. He leads with his cane as he was taught as a child.

"The end is to the north, I think." Matt remembers it being there.
repudiatedbutunbowed: (Feeble of heart and will)

[personal profile] repudiatedbutunbowed 2025-05-17 12:34 pm (UTC)(link)
“If you’re sure you-“ she started to ask, but Matt was already striding off into the darkness. Junia hurried after him, wishing she had a torch. She needed to save her own light for monsters, apparently. Not that it seemed to be slowing her new friend down at all.

“How can you even see in this accursed gloom?”
ourtomorrow: ([02] brood)

i

[personal profile] ourtomorrow 2025-05-17 12:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The person next to him is daubing at a large green grub's mandibles with a napkin. They'd done their best....They'd tried to keep people from eating the food, tried to make it inedible. But this speech still happened. ]

Well...

[ He looks away, bitter. Ken doesn't know how to answer that question. No, that's not quite it. He doesn't know, but more than that -

He's afraid to. Afraid that he doesn't know whether the Fae's statement being true or false would be worse. ]
ourtomorrow: (DGMN02bd_EP26_8502)

ii

[personal profile] ourtomorrow 2025-05-17 12:41 pm (UTC)(link)
An ambulance...?

[ What is this person talking about?

The pair of Adopted drawn by the ruckus aren't human, mind you. They're a nearly-identical set of green larvae; the only difference is that one's eyes are a little grayer than the other's. That's the one who's speaking. ]


Are you....

[ Hurt? Seeing things? The bugs want to help, but it's unclear what's wrong. ]
ourtomorrow: ([bugge] consult)

[personal profile] ourtomorrow 2025-05-17 12:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ken and Kiriya are two peas in a pod - the boy's currently a lot SMALLER than usual, having been turned into a Wormmon for the dread crime of messing with the food at the party! So the pair of bugs, dutifully, back up. ]

Ah....sorry.

[ Ken, however, is curious. The talking-horse bit doesn't faze him, not in Faerie, but the voice is familiar, somehow. How does he know it? And why is it warning them against this path? ]

Is there something up ahead?
geiger: (☢ 02)

[personal profile] geiger 2025-05-17 12:53 pm (UTC)(link)
It sure does. And at least this was something I wouldn't get in trouble for hitting.

[ She flexes her fingers, knowing they'll bruise tomorrow. ]

It's fine. I've had much worse.
deprime: (pic#17850075)

[personal profile] deprime 2025-05-17 02:02 pm (UTC)(link)
The idealistic fantasy can be motivating, even if it might not come true. If you stop believing in it at all, that's just a step closer to not believing in anything, isn't it?
deprime: (pic#17850080)

[personal profile] deprime 2025-05-17 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
I think it could be. And I believe being lost with people you love is better than getting to the end alone.
deprime: (pic#17850074)

[personal profile] deprime 2025-05-17 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)
looks like we both already did
It's okay.

[ Gustave knows that's almost torturous to say, because things haven't really been okay, not since they landed on the beach and every plan they had fell apart. But there had been ups as well as downs, and maybe, things could still be okay.

Because she would be. Maelle had always been stronger than most people ever gave her credit for, even him, but she was still just sixteen. There were so many choices he looked back on, things he might have done differently — tweak that schematic and redirect the power, changed a line in the speech he wrote for Emma, had one less glass of wine the night before they left — but the one thing he never regret was signing that paperwork to make her family.

And that meant helping her through this, through the tears that were sinking into his uniform.
] Hey, [ and his voice is quiet as he rubs her back. Gustave tries to see if he can shake her out of it with something corny. ] What are you apologizing for? Ruining my shirt? Maybe our hosts can get me another one.
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[personal profile] dessendre 2025-05-17 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)
extremely mild spoilers
Squeezing his hand just a bit tighter than she'd meant to, and, worst of all, tugging Verso closer when he stood, Clea shook her head a little at the question. "Does it matter?" Oddly, as much as her words could have been biting, a scathing blow aimed at an absent brother, Clea's voice only sounded flat — almost detached. That, too, was a defense mechanism. She had endured much, and continued to endure even now, but she was the eldest. If she resented Verso, it was for other things. Not this. Never this. What was the point of her if she couldn't bear weight for their family?

Flicking her gaze around him just in case anything else decided to creep up on Verso and make the very stupid attempt of hurting her brother again, she didn't release his hand. For all Clea liked to play at being the unflappable, reasoned sibling of the three, she was at times quite possessive. It was a far easier emotion to control than protectiveness. At least that's what she told herself.

At her elbow, the half-finished Nevron crept closer, as if waiting for something. Clea clucked her tongue. "That won't do," she muttered, reaching with her free hand to finish her creation. Was she showing off a little, doing this one-handed? Maybe. Several more arms extended out from the first, and with a little shake, it settled, waiting.

"Well then." Clea gazed up at Verso again, raising an eyebrow. "Shall we?"
dessendre: (pic#17850583)

[personal profile] dessendre 2025-05-17 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ They both knew that was an impossibility. A nice thought, perhaps, like a half-forgotten dream turned hazy by morning, but nothing more. Clea didn't allow herself the chance to entertain it. ]

I'm aware of what they're capable of, Verso. [ Not gonna elaborate on that one, huh? Classic Clea. ] Are her companions with her? [ She's met Lune and Sciel, if briefly. But Verso wouldn't know that. It was a single, unintended slip. ]
deprime: (pic#17850076)

[personal profile] deprime 2025-05-17 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That earned her another chuckle, just as warm and amused, and he pretended to look shocked with his raised eyebrows though the expression was softened by the smile he couldn't shake fully. ]

No? Well, you are not missing out. [ Lucien had tricked him into taking shots often enough for him to know it was a bad idea but apparently never enough times to be able to talk his way out of it. ] Yeah, [ he says as she grimaces, pulling the same face almost out of sympathy, the scrunch in the bridge of his nose just a little more pronounced. ]

Oh, sure. Watch and don't learn. [ Chuckling, he picked up a pair of gold ones, handing one to her and clinking the glasses together before tossing the whole thing back. ] Merde. [ Gustave coughs, shaking his head. ] That one was a little better than the blue. I think.
dessendre: (pic#17850583)

[personal profile] dessendre 2025-05-17 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She was already moving by the time the message came in. There was no hesitation in Clea, but then, she'd always struggled with patience. It always seemed pointless to dither when the path was clearly set before her, and really, it always had been. With parents like hers, there was structure. Expectation. Duty.

If Clea hesitated just a half second in order to brace herself for this reunion, well. She pretended not to notice.

Rounding the corner, she held her chin high despite her radically altered appearance, approaching Renoir with a confidence she didn't feel. What he would think of her now was inconsequential, she told herself. ]


Maelle is here. As is Verso. I expect you've spoken with him already. [ She stopped a short distance from her father. Not quite far enough to be professional, but far enough to brace herself for his opinion. ]
dessendre: (pic#17850584)

[personal profile] dessendre 2025-05-17 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ... does she? That rankles. ]

Hardly. I have purpose. It's more than most can claim.
deprime: (pic#17850077)

[personal profile] deprime 2025-05-17 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
we're probably fine because it collapsed but just in case
[ Regret is a terrible thing to play with. Gustave knows it because he has his fair share of them, almost thirty-three years of them, so he thinks he can see when someone carries theirs around too. What he doesn't know is why it's there now. Did he regret letting him live? Did he regret that he didn't step in faster?

He's not naïve. There's something here he doesn't know, but he can't let curiosity get in the way of common sense; being on the Continent wiped out whatever naïvety he might have still held on to. Whatever this dance was, it was going to have to wait until they weren't facing down whatever this thing was, this common enemy of theirs.
]

Right. Yeah. [ It's too... human to be one, but it wasn't human enough either. ] Seen a lot of them? Nevrons.

[ It was stupid small talk, but it helped a little with the tension. Gustave thought so anyway. He was a nervous talker. Always had been.

And he sees what the guy is trying to do, sees the merit of it, so he holds his ground and tries to keep this not-Nevron caught between them. As if drawn by movement, she lunges for this stranger and Gustave swings the blade for her legs, cutting her down. Whether that would actually stop her or not was yet to be seen.
]
inherlight: (The Weave)

Kolnatha Shavval ☾ Forgotten Realms OC ☾ ota

[personal profile] inherlight 2025-05-17 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
1. Rude Awakening ☾ The Party

[Waking up in a beautiful moonlit garden wouldn't usually give too much cause for concern. The cleric was quite familiar with moonlit groves. However, Koh distinctly remembered checking in to a tavern the night before. It was a rare treat for her when she wasn't making camp on the road. How did she end up here? Searching her memories, nothing odd had stood out as out of the ordinary before she called it a night. Dusting herself off, nothing seemed to be taken off her person. Though she did find it strange that she was wearing her chainmail, her sword and shield laying in the grass where she woke. Bending down to collect her belongings, the drow became painfully aware that the clawing hunger that tore at her gut. Trying her best to shake it off, she wasn't going to find answers just standing around.

Exploring the grounds, she found that she was not alone. Many others seemed to be just as lost as she was. At a quick glance, none of these strangers recognized from the the inn. Even same of the garb they wore was foreign to her. Spotting banquet table, Koh's belly grumbled in protest. Placing a hand over her stomach as if it would quiet the beast, she walked over to the first person who looked lucid enough to humor her questions.
]

Excuse me... Do you know where we are?

2. Dressed in White ☾ Can't Unseelie It

[Venturing out into the maze, Koh sets out to figure out how the hells to get out of here. There just had to be a way to get back home, or at least out of this maze. If she could just do that, she could get her bearings. However, it was not as easy as she first thought. The moment she stepped out into the wall of hedges, something about the air made her hair stand on end. Like that feeling you get when you're being watched. Still she pressed on, heading deeper into the maze.

Winding and twisting, the path didn't seem to follow any logical sense, as if the bushes were shifting, teasing her. Pausing, the drow took a moment to rethink her plan of attack when that ghostly sobbing caught her ears. Now and then, she had heard it as she wandered, but now it seemed the closest its been since she stumbled inside. Was someone in trouble? Clicking her tongue, the cleric couldn't ignore it.

Following the cries, Koh found herself in a brief widening of the path. A woman dressed in white was hunched over, her back trembling with each mournful whimper.
]

Hello? Miss? [No reply.] Are you alright?

[Koh tried again but got no response. Something felt.... off. Yet she continued to approach the figure with caution. That is, until she felt a hand on her shoulder, pulling her back from getting closer.]

3. Hello? ☾ GEIS

You mean besides now?

Where in the Nine Hells is this place? Can anyone see this message?


4.Anything Goes ☾ Wild Card

[Want to do something else? All contact information is linked on her Journal. Very TLDR: Kolnatha aka Koh is a DnD character set in the campaign setting of Forgotten Realms. Chaotic good aligned drow who escaped the Underdark and is searching for her twin brother, who may or ma not be alive.]