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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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artfuldawkins: (school of hard knocks)

[personal profile] artfuldawkins 2025-05-19 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Somehow, that lady makes me think the answer will be no on that.

[He allows the pinch, giving a little start as if from the surprise of it]

That definitely felt real, pet.
maritorious: (ugh no!)

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-05-19 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"But you hadn't been sent off, that I knew of," she says. So that meant he had to have been taken around the same time everything on her end was happening. It made sense why she wouldn't have known. Have been able to even realize.

Things had not been good, those last days in London.

"So must have happened around the same time I came here. Cor- 21! Who'd've thought it! You'll be gray in no time."
buffylives: (pic#17819326)

[personal profile] buffylives 2025-05-19 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[She realizes she can't go anywhere, she's stuck in Spike's arms. She pouts, looking up at him some even though she's so close, her head is on his chest.] I'm real. Though I sorta feel like this is a dream.

Loosen up some. You're starting to hurt me. [She whispered, trying to pull back again.]

[When he smiles, she smiles a little too. She remembers what happened, but it seems to pale in comparison to him being alive.] I'm hallucinating because of those faerie people? Weird. I thought ...I thought they wanted me to be happy or whatever.

[She laughs suddenly, it's a giggle. She hates when she giggles, it sounds childish.] Yes, there was a party. 2002 about? That's where I was last anyway. Willow did a spell, brought me back and I didn't feel right for about six months but now I do?
artfuldawkins: (london is home)

[personal profile] artfuldawkins 2025-05-19 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't reckon anyone realised," he admits. "There were a lot goin' on, when Twist joined us." Seemed like he took over everything, Dodger thought privately. Like they were all just there to play along for him. Right strange, so it was.

He laughs: "Oh, leave it out, Nance, feel old enough as it is!"
maritorious: (gasp)

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-05-19 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[She sighs.] They won't let you go home, [she tells her softly. It's hard to be the barer of bad news, but here she was.]

No- I don't know anything about an Elm Street, let alone who lives there.
buffylives: (pic#17819337)

[personal profile] buffylives 2025-05-19 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[She slumps her shoulders and sighs. She just doesn't want to be here.] I'll have to do some convincing then.

[She pinches him and he seems surprised. Dreams aren't supposed to be mildly surprised.] Sorry! I didn't think you were...real. Yeesh, this has been a wild ride from start til now.
artfuldawkins: (only one left)

[personal profile] artfuldawkins 2025-05-19 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Neither does he, he's just... playing along for now]

You an' me, both.

[He shrugs and looks around]

None of this seems real, but it's getting realer by the second.
mordaz: 𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖇𝖞 <lj user=mordaz> (pic#17857660)

Can't Unseelie It

[personal profile] mordaz 2025-05-19 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ For his rescue efforts, Castiel is treated to some startled owl noises when some of the air is knocked out of her, both hands clamping down on his arm to steady herself. Grumpy as the teenager might be, she shifts her position to retreat and crouch down beside him. Octavia does not know the offensive spells to take their wailing woman out herself.

Defense? That is another story. She is about to peek around the corner when he tells her not to look. Her feathers puff up a little and she backpedals, bright eyes blinking at him. If she can't look at her, why did he just try? Human-shaped things are so weird. ]


Aren't we already cursed with misfortune here? The King has a twisted sense of humor. [ As the noise continues, she clamps her hand over either side of her beanie to muffle the sound going into her ears with a wince. She is going to regret asking this, isn't she? Her tone even mirrors her hesitation. ]

What are the legends?
sod_off: (Spike and Buffy 3)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-19 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Spike loosens his hold a bit more, but is not letting her go fully.]

Hallucinations are either the bloody fae or their damned hedge maze. The Fae likely do want you to be happy--but they also want to play with us all. We're trapped here as pets, prisoners--or more likely both.

[The giggle just makes him smile, and one hand comes up to brush her hair softly.]

Doesn't surprise me that Willow did that. I'm...from 2001. You were still dead, after the portal opened. After Glory.

[Nope, that hug is tightening again. Resting his head against hers.]

I'm going to blame the fae for you being so glad to see me. Also expecting you to start beating me up any moment now for daring to hug you.

[Spike is at once entirely serious and does not care that he'll be getting beaten up.]
maritorious: (pic#17554954)

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-05-19 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"I would have." She hopes. But she'd been so... she'd been in a dark place, and it was only lifting here.

"Everyone's going to think you're young here. Half the people don't believe I'm old enough to be married."
betenoir: (Egotistical)

[personal profile] betenoir 2025-05-19 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
he draws the line at jeans
[Each studies the other. Fathers who should be on the same side. Fathers who might never find common ground because their ideals are in conflict. Renoir regrets these circumstances yet cannot doubt or stop them from continuing. Because protecting his family is more important than protecting theirs.

He refuses to blink. Because he recognises that flash of recognition, realises how far this man could go. He takes one step backwards, relieving the pressure as a sign of what could be agreement.

Perhaps this man is better off never knowing about his adoptive child, never mind the world. He understands more than anyone the changes that can come about when you are faced with a changing reality. But before he promises anything...]


You know what I expect in return.

[Stay away from my family.]
Edited 2025-05-19 18:04 (UTC)
sod_off: (Spike 9)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-19 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
She couldn't see Dawn lying there? But he could feel her arm, the weight of it, and skin that was still slightly warm even though there was no pulse. Spike looked between Diana, and Dawn, then back to Diana.

"You don't see anything, do you? Not a girl lying here? About 14ish? Brown hair, slight frame?"

Because his brain was starting to put some things together.
artfuldawkins: (only one left)

[personal profile] artfuldawkins 2025-05-19 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"But you also knew that you can't argue with a beak," he points out. "But I appreciate that, Nance," he says, honestly.

He blinks at that. "... Wait, we're... young?"
formerabyssinian: (Aya: pourquoi?)

[personal profile] formerabyssinian 2025-05-19 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[That actually made the most sense, and probably how they can make them all eat, even if those of them already here warn newcomers. It's sinister.] There's a line, I'm sure. [Not everyone is happy with this situation.]

Earlier, you said that staying would be bad for everyone's health. So, are you a walking biohazard? [Aya isn't backing away, but definitely judging.]
sod_off: (Spike 78)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-19 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nancy!" Spike yells, trying to push her away. He's got this, really.

As it is, he abandons his grip on the wing in favor of both hands going to the beast's head. It's tricky, with Nancy now in the fray, but Spike pulls the head and neck more to the side. Shifting, grunting a bit as he does so, and moving to break the beast's neck with a snap. It goes limp, and starts to drop to the ground.
stand_up_rebel: (pic#17850341)

[personal profile] stand_up_rebel 2025-05-19 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Hobie could handle making mistakes and having others do the same but something ran cold in him, seeing that tension facing him in Gwen. He'd apologize when he felt a little less raw but, so long as he could still see the muck of pooled blood in the corner of his eyes, it would have to wait.

"Spectacular," He drawled lazily, turning his eyes up at the sky briefly. One of those. Slouching forward, he'd made the conscious effort to put more distance between himself and Riri, coming beside Gwen so he could turn and face the scene properly. "Traumatic, played-out dioramas of murdered friends n' loved ones may not be in any propogandist texts so literally but the spirit's all there."

Focusing, he made himself look at Riri from beside Gwen. He'd need a little while longer before he felt he could apologize without his anger getting the better of him but little else beat a show of faith in her, "How much've you figured out?"
maritorious: (cautious)

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-05-19 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"You think that'd stop me?" if she'd been in the right spot, she'd have noticed and made a fuss. Just for him.

She nods. "They've this thing called teenagers. That's what I'm supposed to be. Some space between being a child and an adult."
maritorious: (between two bars)

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-05-19 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
She wanted to help!

She hears the snap and immediately stops what she's doing. It's a sharp noise that brings silence in it's wake. They stand now with the monster in front of them, where it's fallen motionless.

Nancy, breathing hard, looks at Spike.

"You- you alright?"
vertegrez: (pic#17852691)

[personal profile] vertegrez 2025-05-19 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ They're dead.

Never had Alicent thought she could ever wish such a thing upon another person, and yet she understood it now as she traced the edges of that scar with the tips of her fingers, hoping whoever had done this to her son had been justly punished. Because it was justice. ]

Come, [ she interjected, taking him by the hands as she stood, too jittery to be idle and she suspected Aemond could do with the occupation. ] Show me more of this place and tell me of your time here.
elementofcupcakes: (Pony Pinkie: HUUUUUUHHHH?!)

[personal profile] elementofcupcakes 2025-05-19 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Pinkie trots in place, looking around for any creepiness. She has to be ready to go on the drop of a rubber chicken! ]

Are you sure? [ Seeing nothing, Pinkie stops, but her movements are sharper and crisp, like a humming bird flitting around. Then she took a deep breath. ]

Where are your legs? And your fur? Aren't you cold?? And your horn?! Do you even have magic?! And your WINGS?! Is every pony else okay?! Are you actually a zombie?? Did you know you missed my birthday?
sod_off: (Spike 57)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-19 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
For good measure, Spike moves to pick up the limp body, and throws it down away from them. Then he turns to Nancy, giving her a glance over to make sure she is not hurt.
"Fine. I've faced tougher demons honestly." All cocky swagger, but then his head whips up alert as another piercing scream sounds out.

"Sounds like that thing's got a friend that's close."
vertegrez: commission - DNT (pic#17852719)

[personal profile] vertegrez 2025-05-19 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"How quaint." Royal by marriage alone, Alicent could hardly claim to understand or speak to the ways in which that sort decided anything. Certainly not by principle or what was clearly for the greater good for Alicent had watched her husband fail to act for years, bowing to acknowledge the war in the Stepstones only when it was nearly too late. A woman has no mind for politics, they would tell her when she questioned things. Let them see just how wrong they were.

Smoothing her hands over her skirt, an idle gesture to keep her hands busy, Alicent nodded. "You might say that. My House was considered one of the oldest, something they were quite proud of, even if that mattered most in the Reach."
black_black_heart: (fae mien)

[personal profile] black_black_heart 2025-05-19 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Tannusen considers him back for a moment, then snorts. "I thought you had the context already?"

A pause.

"I don't know what your fae are like, but I'm... not a guy who turns into a big cat."

It's deeper than just... changing shape, or whatever.

"I'm a big cat who turns into a guy."

There's even a more... middle, thing, in between the mask of humanity and the reality of his other skin. His mien isn't fuzzy like so many pooka, definitely not furry material like they usually are. But it definitely ramps up the whole elf thing that only slips through the cracks, here. And then there's the whole markings situation of it all. The black sclera. The visibly, incredibly sharp teeth, swapped out through nocker surgeons for carved-down manticore fangs. The claws, likewise enhanced but with fragments from a jabberwocky. Both, his own kills, although he'd worked with a group for both of those particular contracts.

(Him taking the teeth and claws of things he kills is pretty normal, it turns out. Sometimes they're useful! With a whole lot of pain and suffering in the process, but whatever. That they'll also be useful as currency even when they're inferior to what he's already had grafted into himself isn't an unnatural idea, either.)

But he'd have to burn some glamour to drop the wyrd, or enchant this guy, for him to ever see what he really looks like in humanoid form. And he just doesn't feel like that, just yet. Doing that to humans willy-nilly is the sort of thing that gets you hunted down by the local court, where he's from, and he's not in a great position for that... today. Maybe tomorrow. He'll go ahead and pencil it in.

"Anyway," Tannusen continues, back to watching the reanimated devil, "In the depths of my other instincts, I was really disappointed it stopped moving so fast, earlier. We're kind of assholes, you know? So this would have been a neat trick."

At least he's aware, albeit utterly unapologetic.
dessendre: (pic#17850615)

[personal profile] dessendre 2025-05-19 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
True. Though I pity my brother when such a day comes. He will not enjoy having to deal with the full weight of responsibility.

[ Just a small dig, Verso. ]