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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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maritorious: (thinky)

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-05-20 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good!" She's proud of him. She'd tried to help him along with it, but had more than likely gotten too frustrated and quit. "I'll have to show you. It's a real lovely place, just to visit."
sod_off: (Spike 39)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-20 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Spike fished his carton out of his pocket, pulling one out for himself before offering the other one. "Well, in some good news--nothing is free, but here they don't use money as currency. It's trade, barter, and IOUs or favors." Once the other has a stick, the carton is placed back in a pocket and the lighter's pulled out. Again offering to light the other's cig after Spike lit his own.
maritorious: (are you so stupid)

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-05-20 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sir, with all due respect, we're in the middle of bloody faerie land, and one of my closest friends here is a vampire. I don't think something unbelievable is out of the question here." She crosses her arms, but only for a moment. He's new here. He's out of his element, just as she was. She sighs and uncrosses her arms.

"What attacked you?"
artfuldawkins: From hollow-art unless stated (jack dawkins charismatic)

[personal profile] artfuldawkins 2025-05-20 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
He had little patience for it, not when there was stuff to be lifting and spangle to be made. He had to try though, to kill time when he was away. He missed Nancy's help, then.

"I'd like to see it," he would as well. Might not be the best reader, but there was something nice about the idea of a library.
maritorious: (angel babe)

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-05-20 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh boy.] Yeah, you're welcome to try- but a friend of mine stabbed the Duchess his first day here and she just laughed and thought it were cute. So you're welcome to try, but I wouldn't recommend it.

Pop cult- er, 1838. [She is actually, on a chronological scale, older than Spike.]
amberdrake: Umid Yuldashev (I think?) (come on lets show them your love)

[personal profile] amberdrake 2025-05-20 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Amberdrake doesn't flinch when the shadows swoop in and all the light goes out, instead tapping his fingers gently on the table while waiting for the speaker to show himself. When he does, Drake's fingers stop, but he's looking the Earl over intently, not frozen in place like prey.

The Star-Eyed Goddess that Amberdrake and his people follow has a better aesthetic than hollow eyes and pale skin, and he's never been afraid of the dark. Other things? Yes. But night? That's when things grow peaceful, when Healing patients who die tend to slip away with a sigh, rather than a rattle.

Night is when he does his best work as a kestra'chern, in fact, because it's when everyone's tongues loosen the easiest, there in the quiet. When secrets can be whispered, when shame can be soothed. He's been nocturnal for most of his life now to that very end, and why not?

But, here and now...

"Am I being impolite?" Amberdrake asks, his voice pitched appropriately quiet for all this darkness. "I assumed none of you would show yourselves without an excuse, so I supplied one for you. Are you going to stick around in the flesh, if I get up? Or is gambling with my life by disobeying your orders my only way to take my measure of you, however brief?"

If all this creature, this man, does is lash out? That will tell him nearly as much as a conversation would. It would be unsatisfying, but it would still tell him more than most would guess.

It's all pretty intimidating, of course, just as it's no doubt meant to be. But fear is a constant companion for Amberdrake, and he doesn't shrink away when intimidated, he holds his ground and he listens, and he learns.
artfuldawkins: (aint no life pondering)

[personal profile] artfuldawkins 2025-05-20 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Dodger nodded again, nodding as he leaned in to use the offer of the light. He took a drag and breathed again.

"Alright. Barter system. I c'n work with that."
maritorious: (angel babe)

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-05-20 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maybe I'll show you tomorrow. Take you into the market- oh Dodger, I've got this beautiful dressing gown! And the linens on my bed? There's even a stuffed dog I got that looks like Bulls-eye! We can get you anything you want."
sod_off: (Spike 37)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-20 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Again, it's the bloody fae. Those stories might not all be true, but they're all we've really got for now. So be aware of loopholes and catches. Most of it seems to be pretty basic. You want food in the kitchen? They'll make it for you and you clean up after. Or do another chore while they clean up. At the pub, you can sometimes get your drink for a song literally, or a story."
artfuldawkins: (london is home)

[personal profile] artfuldawkins 2025-05-20 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ain't exactly got spangle, Nance," Dodger points out. "An' I ain't usin' the art till I know the ins an' outs."
artfuldawkins: (served my time)

[personal profile] artfuldawkins 2025-05-20 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Nodding slowly, taking it all in.

"Stories, an' songs, yeah, know a ton, ain't got the best voice, but it'll do," he shrugs. "So what do I owe you for the information?"
sod_off: (Spike 49)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-20 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Are you familiar with fae? Fairies?" Spike asked. "Name's Spike. I've been here a few months now." Spike looked at the woman up and down. Man, she'd be ripe pickings as dinner if he was able to feed from humans. He thought Diana'd arrived in bad shape...
sod_off: (Spike 37)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-20 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Dunno yet. Figured you'd owe me one." Spike replied casually. "Could be we wind up in the pub and I'm not working then a drinks on you." He was not very worried about it. "Got other questions?"
artfuldawkins: (aint no life pondering)

[personal profile] artfuldawkins 2025-05-20 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Off hand? None," he says. He takes another drag from the cigarette and blows the smoke out. "Might wonder where you got these, but I c'n take a guess at that."
sod_off: (Spike 10)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-20 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"In the market. Or the alchemist if you're feeling fancy." Spike would share that for free. "Market has a lot. Nancy's been spoiling herself with decorating her half of her room and buying trinkets and fripperies and luxuries." Spike smiled around his cig and it was clear he was fond. "I've gone with her a few times for company, and to play chaperone just in case. 'S not the first time I've helped spoil a woman."
artfuldawkins: (what fisticuffs)

[personal profile] artfuldawkins 2025-05-20 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
A smile on Dodger's face, as he hears the way Spike describes Nancy's shopping. "Yeah, she likes her nice things, does our Nance." There's a fond laugh there. "I'll keep me eye out for the market."
sod_off: (Spike 10)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-20 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"She's nothing like her in personality, to my Dru. My ex. But Dru had a taste for the finer things too. My own vampire princess, she was." Spike was fond, even if he no longer loved Drusilla. She'd always have her place in his black little heart, for how much she'd done for him and to him.

"She liked her pretty dresses, and I'd get them for her. Complete with pretty girls in them. We were together for over a century." All entirely casual, because Spike really still doesn't feel much remorse (if any) for who he was. That pesky lack of a soul.

"But it's been fun to help spoil someone who appreciates it. And I can give you a tour some other time." A shrug. "You're a mate of Nancy's. Least I can do."
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continuing the warning: clair obscur expedition 33 spoilers!!

[personal profile] deprime 2025-05-20 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Determination sets his resolve, because Gustave couldn't waver now. Too many times, he had let himself stand in his own way — the beach, between the roots, seeing that message, just so, so many times — and he had felt that dull melancholy drag him out to sea. He'd found purpose again in protecting Maelle, in doing whatever he could to make sure that she would be able to go home, and that purpose is working for him here.

He's nervous, because who wouldn't be, but he's curious, too. As curious as she seems to be about him. A spike of anxiety shoots through him as he's well and truly caught between the coils, knowing that there was no backing out now. This was what he'd asked for, so he tries to focus on the bargain instead of the trap.

"I'll admit," and he chuckles softly, jittery, "that I've never had the occasion to make a deal with these kinds of stakes. It's usually a little bit of labour for a nicer set of tools, you know. Things like that." Gustave is rambling a little, as he does. "My creativity goes into my projects really. If I had my drafts, I'd be happy to show you."

His thoughts trail off as he's squeezed.

"Have I—?" Gustave's eyebrows knit together, pieces falling into place around him. "I wanted to find the Paintress," he replies weakly, the gears turning furiously in his head. "After everyone we lost, I thought I wanted to face her." The suspicion that had been building, the hesitation, Renoir's demands... Gustave didn't know that it was rage, but it might have been close enough, as close as a man like him could get. The righteous kind that burned through men like dying stars, and it would burn through him too, but he'd burned out once already and he didn't fear death. "I've been desperate," Gustave admits, his gentle, easy expression giving away to something harder, lines etching into his face. "And I'm willing to do anything to protect the ones I love," and he knows this isn't exactly what she's asked, but Gustave rarely finds his point without wandering to get there,

"I don't— My life isn't worth more than theirs. If he's a threat to them..." It's clear Gustave isn't a man who makes threats, he's a guardian, plain and simple, and violence doesn't come naturally to him, not even the words for it. "If I'm angry, it's for them."
pentacled: (hopkins ⛧ glare)

[personal profile] pentacled 2025-05-20 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ah! there he goes...! for a presumed human, this seems to be some sleep. faquarl wipes his hand on a tablecloth. he approaches, then crouches down, coming to rest an elbow on a knee, his chin propped into a hand as he observes the brief stirs. ]

Cale Thames. [ he begins, at a mild, appropriate arm's-length-away volume. while the fae already knows their names, he doesn't dislike cale enough to broadcast that, regardless. he projects his volume, ] Recorder. You're looking a little undignified.
notimefordreams: (004)

[personal profile] notimefordreams 2025-05-20 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Sarah -- nice to meet you, Junia.

[Sarah gives a slight grin at that reply.]

So I've learned, particularly when it comes to mazes.

[Now with some well needed company Sarah starts off again, talking as she does.]

Have you been noticing the walls are moving? The maze is changing around us basically.
notimefordreams: (005)

[personal profile] notimefordreams 2025-05-20 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sarah still has her nose somewhat wrinkled as she glances over at the guy addressing her.]

No of fruit-flavored pasta, no. Or peaches.
goldenturtle: @jiminsi.arts (pic#17310801)

[personal profile] goldenturtle 2025-05-20 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Who cares about dignity? Sleep is so much better.

Sadly, his ancient powers have latched onto the flicker of consciousness and refuse to be quiet, urging him to wake up. Cale furrows his brows and moves his arm as though trying to pull a blanket up over his head. Feeling no weight or resistance finally forces him to, with great reluctance, force himself to wake up.

...Or at least open his eyes.

Cale blinks. Squints his eyes and blinks again.

Glances around without moving his head, taking stock of the situation. ]


...No. I refuse.

[ He closes his eyes and rolls over, determined to fall asleep again and pretend that he isn't at a fucking party. ]
in_her_shadow: (and i don't get no respect)

[personal profile] in_her_shadow 2025-05-20 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
A-huh.

[ With that, she falls silent. Curious as she as about Sophia's... everything, she doesn't want to grow attached. Plus, she's still bitter about the hallucination being interrupted, even if it was for the best.

So, wordlessly, she takes out her glowing dagger, and begins twirling it in her hand. Mostly just to show she can totally defend herself! Doesn't need anyone! ]
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[personal profile] in_her_shadow 2025-05-20 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The cheer does remind her of Webby, which she isn't sure is a good thing or not. She keeps her eyes ahead, trying to focus on any more dangers. ]

They're not 'biotics'. It's magic. I was born with it.

[ Well, for a given term of 'born'. ]
in_her_shadow: (most to grow)

[personal profile] in_her_shadow 2025-05-20 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, considering the guy who tried to mess with the party food got turned into a worm, I don't think revenge's on the table right now.

[ technically he got turned into a wormmon, but, shhh. ]