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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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bloodalwaystells: Hrm (Default)

Feeling On Hedge

[personal profile] bloodalwaystells 2025-05-19 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jaeger isn't exactly convinced of the innocence of the drinks, either, but he can still taste faerie champagne in his mouth and if he's already stuck here, then one more shouldn't make a difference, right? Probably. Maybe. He hovers in his own hesitation, blue-gray gaze shifting between the table of drinks and the looming presence of the maze. He's looking at the golden shots, too.]

I'm not sure I trust it, either. Any of it.
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[personal profile] dessendre 2025-05-19 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
spoilerssss lala
It was with a small smile that Clea reacted to being taken unawares. Perhaps she should have possessed more self-preservation given her predicament, but there was something deeply approving in the way she gazed at the Countess, something bordering almost on the way an artist might look upon a new muse. And who could blame her? She admired the beauty and power in monstrosity. One day, she would create something in this Fae's image. Her fingers itched to do it.

Making no attempt to take back what she said, Clea glanced at the Nevron briefly, who curled its fingers just a little as if to offer an aborted wave to the Countess. "They are extensions of myself," she said, though she had a feeling no explanation was necessary. "You wouldn't have summoned me here if you didn't find some use in their presence." A gamble, but with the choice between herself and her original creator, Clea believed it was a fair leap to make.
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[personal profile] black_black_heart 2025-05-19 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why do I get the feeling that's all you do to your hair, too?"

Look, stranger, he can appreciate a good eldritch mystery here, he really can. But what did your hair ever do to you? Tannusen's... just gonna reach over and poke at a flyaway chunk, too. He is. Just gonna... poke.

"They came out with this newfangled stuff called conditioner a few years ago, have you tried it yet?"
bloodalwaystells: shades (shades)

Rude Awakening

[personal profile] bloodalwaystells 2025-05-19 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Now that Jaeger's gotten his initial panic out of the way, he can focus on being present in the situation, alert and aware and gathering the information he'll need to cope with this mess. And it is a mess, make no bones about it, but at least he can stand here for a moment and breathe. He's dry, he's clean, he's not bleeding and that's kind of an improvement.

And when he's approached by an elf in chainmail, his dark eyebrows rise in question, but not concern. He's a big man, well over six feet tall and clad in simple, dark, but modern attire, including a leather coat that looks both expensive and practical. It highlights the width of his shoulders, the peculiarly metallic shade of his gunmetal-toned hair and his solemn expression.

In his hand is a half-finished glass of champagne, pale and sparkling. He carries it almost as an afterthought.]


I'm still trying to make sense of it myself. They're saying the party is for "us"?
dessendre: (pic#17850615)

[personal profile] dessendre 2025-05-19 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
spoilerland of spoilers
[ Surprise and something darker flashed across Clea's face, something complicated, something almost approaching wounded. But she covered it as quickly as it appeared. He hadn't outright disapproved, though she told herself she hardly needed his approval. This, of course, was an utter falsehood. But they all had their realities that they clung to. ]

You suggest we give them nothing. [ As hard as she worked to seem impassive, it was ultimately a lost cause with Renoir. He would always find the cracks in her armor — the flecks of chipped paint peeling off the canvas. ]
in_her_shadow: (but uhoh oh no)

[personal profile] in_her_shadow 2025-05-19 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Soon, the glow begins to cover Lena's entire body. She mimes a 'lifting up' motion, as if lifting something heavy... and then... her feet begin to leave the ground. She's floating up a few inches.

After a moment of hesitation, she opens one eye... and then laughs with relief, opening them both. ]


Whoa, it works! It's actually working! Hahahaha, sweet! This is so cool... okay! I'll fly above the maze and see where the exit is!

[ Genuinely happy for once, she wills herself to float higher and higher, above the walls...

... and then all of a sudden, sharp vines shoot out from the maze walls, snatching Lena in their grasp and dragging her back down. ]


H-HEY! What the-?!
feckinboomstick: (First of all bitch)

[personal profile] feckinboomstick 2025-05-19 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nay, ye don't put bar soap in your hair, I'm not an animal; that's shampoo on sale and tap water."

Yeah that hair is a disaster, as dry as the desert with a thousand split ends a thousand times over. He waves Tannusen's hand away with a pronounced, frankly comical scowl.

"I ain't got the time nor the money for vain frippery." Like, you know, conditioner. Pure hedonism right there, it's true.
diana_abel: (Cheerful)

[personal profile] diana_abel 2025-05-19 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
She desperately wanted to read the colors of his aura. That always made it easier. The thing was, Diana was trying not to use her powers on people without permission. It was a struggle, but she reminded herself that that was the price of living openly. Anyway, she supposed there probably wouldn't be a whole lot of surprises in that aura.

Not for someone who'd just arrived to this...weird.

"Diana Abel," she said instead, offering him her hand. "A-B-E-L. As in, 'Caine and dot, dot, dot...'" She would never not introduce herself that way.

Something she'd learned to live with.

"From Earth," she added. "Around 2009, I think." She still wasn't entirely sure how long she'd spent in Solomon's warehouse. Better not to think about that too much.
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[personal profile] deprime 2025-05-19 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
For all Gustave was just a man, and could freely admit that she was a sight to behold, he was more father than anything else in this moment, and that was what kept his resolve steady, even as he was pushed forward. "Yes," he replied, almost uselessly, as he stumbled toward her, taking her hand only to be dragged even closer. If he'd had the time, he could had studied the constellations twinkling across the fabric she was swathed in, some of the familiar and others entirely foreign, but that would be for another time, maybe, if he didn't trip over his words as easily as he was over his own two feet.

"Good," he replied, rushed, almost too relieved. "Great," came right after. Gustave was buying time because he hadn't actually thought that far ahead, only that he had been ready and willing to pay whatever price was demanded if it meant he could protect Maelle. "What would be a fair price for something like this? Because I would pay anything," right up to and including his life, though that went unsaid.

(( ooc : that makes sense! i'll definitely queue up a request for after the app cycle once it's done and i make sure they're all still willing to do the plot! thank you!! ))
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[personal profile] pentacled 2025-05-19 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
( ooc: gently puts a cw here for incoming "cannibalism," character death - will place into subject line appropriately )

[ he recognizes this fae — from their leaf discussion, faquarl thinks. that would be the extent of it, except he knows he'd also he'd tested the patience of their captors this day, which is what makes this situation all the more a shame.

for all of djinn tricks, talents, and tremendous abilities, "healing" is not one of these. not in the traditional sense. faquarl can reenergize another spirit by becoming sustenance to it, just as this one, he suspects, can do the same for him. this maze has tested them both; his glasses have long been discarded, tears marring the fabric of his clothes and skin. he may as well show him the courtesy of using his "real" voice; not of the human mr. hopkins, but something deeper, richer, and a touch unearthly:
]

It's a sorry state that they've made of you.

[ time is of the essence. his steps are light, brisk as he approaches. he nudges the fallen dagger further away from its wielder. ]

I'm not without my sympathies. [ of course — his tone seemingly, appropriately affected by such. ] But there is no healer in sight, and you are nearing your end.
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[personal profile] dessendre 2025-05-19 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Tomorrow still comes. This time, the reminder of his alignment didn't quite earn the same haunted look from Clea. She was still guarded, of course, and there was a tension threaded through her shoulders, but Gustave seemed relatively harmless. He didn't know, after all. He couldn't possibly.

She was a lot more enthusiastic about taking that next shot, though. Anything to forget. ]
You have a unique way of perceiving things, [ Clea said, and that teasing was back in her dry tone. She quirked an eyebrow at his assessment of the salt, struggling, one again, not to laugh. ] Oh, isn't it?

[ This time, she offered him one of the glasses. ] I'm Clea. [ Hopefully, this alliance might ensure he didn't come to despise her one day. Expeditioners tended to be resistant to them, on the whole. But she liked this one. And that was dangerous. ]
friendstime: ([G] HASHIRE!)

[personal profile] friendstime 2025-05-19 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If Tomoko were around, she could probably identify the creature right away and even tell them its weakness. But Gentarou doesn't like scary things and isn't smart enough for serious research, so he's doing what he does best: improvising with nothing but his gut instincts. ]

Well- Well, it can only fly, right? If we run down tight paths, then maybe it can't get to us!

[ Genius, right? ]

Don't worry! I won't let it get you.

[ Even running himself breathless and looking just as lost as any other Adopted, Gentarou says that with determination. ]

Keep running! There's gotta be an exit somewhere!
black_black_heart: look, when a character generator lets me make mah boi correctly, I'mma do it and take pictures!! (are you sure)

[personal profile] black_black_heart 2025-05-19 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not saying the quality is great, but you know they make combination shampoo and conditioner, right?"

Tannusen, of course, has zero problem with Cassian's hair. It would be weird if he did have an actual issue with it, strangers as they are. And... all things considered, with him having an actual animal pelt, in one shape, and hair texture not much different from Cassian's in his mien.

But this line of inquiry is funny.

"You can get that stuff at the dollar store, and everything!"
lutin: (smile)

[personal profile] lutin 2025-05-19 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"They let us borrow them? Without payment? Without - they don't care I might not give it back?"

That doesn't make sense to Eponine. Actually, it feels pretty overwhelming. Not just the books, but unlimited food and dresses and pretty things? She can have anything - everything - she's ever wanted and not have to lift a finger?

She looks at Nancy's hand and back to her face, distrust clear on Eponine's.
But after a small hesitation, she takes it and steps inside.

"We can be... we don't have to do nothing?."

Slowly, Eponine begins to smile. "Oh, Nancy, if this is a dream, don't wake me up. I don't want to know. It's the nicest place I've ever been."
betenoir: (Complex)

[personal profile] betenoir 2025-05-19 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
even the fae hate spoilers
I suggest we have given enough.

[Be that towards the fae by virtue of their presence, or those from home by virtue of effort.

His daughter? Well, she has given enough of her mind. He has observed those cracks running across her skin, golden specks mirroring the stains spoiling his suit. He had always favoured her as the child with whom he shared most in common.

I suggest you have given enough.

He doesn't have to say anything else.]
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Can't Unseelie It

[personal profile] bloodalwaystells 2025-05-19 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Well then. It's not often Jaeger runs into things bigger than he is, never mind so much bigger than he is, but here he is watching a...dragon? And a devil, and while he's used to a fight this is something else.

Still, he's not going to leave Dera to face the shrieking thing alone, especially since her first barrage only seemed to upset the devil more.

He's a big man, solid, and dressed in practical, dark clothes and coat. His own form of armor, and he gives her a grim smile at the warning, even as he raises his hands to start weaving his own spell. When he speaks, his voice is a rough rasp, marred by past damage...past battles, past horrors. No, he's not the type to shy away, and the gold shot hed taken before coming into the maze only enhances that.

"I can deal with a fight." It might even be preferable, to the genteel madness of everything else here.
feckinboomstick: (ha. ha ha.)

[personal profile] feckinboomstick 2025-05-19 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"What, so it can do both jobs poorly?" Stubborn little wheezy bastard that he was.

"'Tis clean is all that matters, I've not got anyone to impress but the Lord Almighty and I don't think he gives a whit if I look Pantene perfect." At this point, it seemed he'd given the undead servant its orders, speech unnecessary as the thing took off further into the maze without them. Inelegant, but improving with every moment, perhaps the next time they saw it, it might almost look like it could be alive. Almost, anyway, hard to sell the illusion half mauled.

"There's nothin' wrong with a bottle of Radox shampoo all on its own."
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[personal profile] maritorious 2025-05-19 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"I mean, perhaps you'll get scolded if you take them for too long, or return them in bad shape, but yeah." It's hard to believe, she knows. She hadn't believed any of it, either, until she was shown how easy it is to get drinks by promising to wash your glass up afterward, how a song could get you a new dress and boots besides. But now, there was no reason not to take advantage of it.

She nods encouragingly, glad Eponine has taken a step into her room. "Nothing at all, save maybe a story or a favor. This is a world without money. Where if we want to trade favors that way, we can. But only because we want to. And Eponine, I haven't." For the first time in years, she hadn't had to sell herself. She could just exist. Yes, it was dangerous out there as it was anywhere, but just removing money from the equation did wonders.

"Just wait till I take you to the market and we get you your own dresses." She's already assigned herself to look after Eponine. Of all the people she'd met so far, she was by far the person she thought she'd have the most in common with.
black_black_heart: (platinum blond)

[personal profile] black_black_heart 2025-05-19 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"I guess I'll have to take your word for it," Tannusen sighs dramatically, because it's funny.

He seems to have invited himself along with the priest on this maze nonsense, at least for the time. Could be worse company? Maybe? Probably?

At least in a pinch he can turn into something a lot bigger and meaner than the stuff in this place, even if he's also a lunatic who... doesn't always bother to put up a fight, for himself anyway.
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[personal profile] lutin 2025-05-19 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh!"
Eponine jumps when she turns to see the robot. She has no idea what a robot is and so this tiny metal man is utterly bewildering to her.
Forgetting about her hunger and paying no attention to his words, Eponine just stares. Finally, she asks,

"Am I dreaming, or is there really a little metal man talking to me?"
dessendre: all commissioned, dnt s'il vous plaît (Default)

[personal profile] dessendre 2025-05-19 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
the fae watching this unfold like 👀
I'll have given enough when I cease to exist. [ There's a hard edge to her voice, a conviction she won't easily be swayed to set aside. Maybe it was because she was too overprotective of them all. Or maybe it was because relenting — even for a moment, even merely wishing for rest — meant all her sacrifices and pain were for nothing. Utterly meaningless.

Perhaps it was both.

Still, Clea hadn't come here to argue with him. She moved, restless, to stand beside the well, peering down at it without seeing whatever was reflected back up at her. ]
I will do whatever is necessary for us. [ It was spoken so quietly, but there was iron threaded through her voice. Always forged in steel. ]
bloodalwaystells: Hrm (Default)

[personal profile] bloodalwaystells 2025-05-19 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Jaegers aura might be a surprise even to the vampire- the big man has his secrets, but some things aren't so easily hidden. Outwardly, though, he's...rallying, sort of, the sort of person who's learned to take some frankly fucking insane things in stride.

He accepts the offered handshake with a firm, professional grip, a grip with nothing to prove. At her further thoughts, he gives a thoughtful nod. She's been here "longer", whatever that might mean here...2009 would certainly count.

"Earth here, too. I was...traveling, before this. I was on my way to New York." On a long, desolate stretch of road, isolated and so very vulnerable in the rain and cold. "But it was several years later, for me."
secunit: (side with drone)

>> Party Time <<

[personal profile] secunit 2025-05-19 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Human food. Noodles and meat sauce, I guess.

[ It has no interest in the stuff, but it's still so used to weirdly-demanding inquiries that it didn't even consider not responding. Second nature, really. ]
lightish: ([dayglows])

[personal profile] lightish 2025-05-19 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ooc: Love this flavor!]

If Lux is at all surprised by the sudden shift of Lucien's appearance, the Duke doesn't show it in the slightest. If anything, Lucien's face sharpens and the look in Lux's eyes follows suit, his mouth set in that usual static frown of his, even if his golden eyes betray his interest. He shifts the legs of his chair back to the floor before disappearing completely, only to reappear without a sound at Lucien's right side, settled beside him at the table.

The Duke props one elbow up on the tabletop, his body turned towards the other man, chin in palm while he allows his sharp, warm gaze to dance along Lucien's features.

"Try not to be too flattered. I find there to be very few Adopted worth watching. You just happen to be one of them."
betenoir: (Watchful)

[personal profile] betenoir 2025-05-19 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
and making memes
I know.

[Eyes squint and glisten in the light. Brows raise on the inside as his mouth slightly hangs open. Wrinkles suggest some painful recollection. But their family have too much experince with those to pinpoint one single source.

He knows she will do what she deems necessary. Given his actions this last century, he can at least emphasise. He also knows she recognises who her real family is. He could lean on her. But that is not his position in their family.]


It would be good to have your sister here.

[Mother is something of a sore topic.]