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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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in_her_shadow: (and we are led)

[personal profile] in_her_shadow 2025-05-20 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Knowledge of the arcane." And magic powers, but Twilight hadn't earned that fact. "And no, it doesn't make me a fellow magic nerd. I didn't have a choice about my education. So, if anything, it was forced nerd-ery."
sod_off: (Spike 20)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-20 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Huh, I missed that part. Was too busy trying to get to the basement to explore. Couldn't find it, bloody castle. Well, bloody fae castle. Besides, revenge can take time.

[He's just gonna keep Lena talking until he's certain she's back to her usual self. Removing that hand on her shoulder, but he stayed crouched.]
memorycardio: (008)

[personal profile] memorycardio 2025-05-20 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
A Leaf... oh, yes. The device. I left it where I arrived. I can't carry myself if I go inside it, so having my own phone did not make sense. And I do not have pockets.
angotas: (pic#17737442)

[personal profile] angotas 2025-05-20 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Tipping his head, Aemond eyed the young man with growing interest. "It is the same for us," he said, wondering at the similarities between their worlds. Too many theories spun in his head to be considered now, but he tucked each one away for later. I knew you were royalty briefly gave him pause, though. Aemond made a mental note to work harder not to seem quite so haughty. It would take time, he knew.

"Preferable if only by proximity, but not necessary." Unfortunately, Aemond had been fully distracted by other pursuits to have gathered anything worthwhile about the court leaders. Still, he knew some things, if only because a lot of people spoke openly on the network. And he read quite a bit.

It helped to hear their dislike of parties was a shared one. His brother Aegon had been the social butterfly, flitting from guest to guest with an eagerness Aemond couldn't begin to comprehend. It was an image shattered by Kelson's next question, which brought him up short.

"I —" He cleared his throat, a little flustered. "It depends, I suppose. If you want to remain overlooked, useful only insofar as you can lay down your life for the family, then it's ideal." Bitter? Aemond? No way. He lifted one shoulder in a shrug. "And we burn our dead. The only bones we entomb are that of our dragons."
memorycardio: (008)

[personal profile] memorycardio 2025-05-20 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Unfortunately (or not, depending) Sophia has no such qualms about getting attached. Short of an outright attack, aggression doesn't usually deter her from trying to help. Bit of her own need for fulfillment, mixed with built-in programming she has to obey. Hard to tell where the line between is.

She takes note of the dagger, reminded of Joker, then glances away.]


May I ask, who is it that you saw?
in_her_shadow: (cause you made me)

Unseeli It

[personal profile] in_her_shadow 2025-05-20 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well. This isn't good.

As far as Lena knows, this is a stand-off between two monsters from this world. How's she to know that one of them is a fellow Adopted? More importantly, how is she supposed to get past them? In this section of the maze, there's only one way forward, and it's between the gruesome twosome.

She can hope that they take each other out, but luck's never been on her side. For now, she tries to stick to the shadows, quietly watching. She begins digging under her sweater for her glowing dagger in case things get worse. ]
lutin: (conning you)

[personal profile] lutin 2025-05-20 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
“We had stories, Sir. Cinderella and that. I didn’t think it were real. Just what you tell children, you know?”

And herself as she lay freezing beneath a bridge, or worse, in a stranger’s bed.
Quite unaware that Spike was sizing her up, Eponine sidled closer. She tilts her head with what she hopes is a coy smile. The effect is ruined by her blackened teeth.

“I ain’t never heard of Spike as a name, you know? It is quite lovely.”
in_her_shadow: (to those who help us)

[personal profile] in_her_shadow 2025-05-20 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Ow!

[ She pulls back, shaking her hand hard. What the heck was that? She eyes Cale, and then his pants. Stealing from him might be easily... but what if the shock means he's actually awake?

She begins snapping her fingers near his ears, and uses her voice a little louder. ]


A loser says 'what'?
in_her_shadow: (i'll never fail)

[personal profile] in_her_shadow 2025-05-20 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Nope. Not happening. No friends here. Survival of the fittest. She glances at Sophia, then away, dropping a one word 'answer'. ]

Nunya.
sod_off: (Spike 8)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-20 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Well now, Spike continued studying her. He wasn't sure he liked the picture he was getting about her background though. He tilted his head in thanks for the compliment. "Eponine's pretty nice too. Where're you from, Pet?"

They could go back to the fairies in a moment.
lutin: (Default)

[personal profile] lutin 2025-05-20 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
“Paris, Sir.”

She brightens at the compliment. “My mama found it in a book. We had ‘em once, you know? Books, I mean. She taught me to read and even now I practice when I can.”

Not with books. Where would Eponine get a book from? She practices with street signs and stolen glimpses of bibles and that. Tracts that the students hand out. Anything she can get her hands on really.

“And you? You’re not French. England? America?”
She shifts, slightly uncomfortable with his stare, but holding her ground nonetheless.
pentacled: (hopkins ⛧ hella)

[personal profile] pentacled 2025-05-20 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ well, that about summed up the effort faquarl was willing to spare in his waking endeavors. he frowns a moment, then stands again. he serves himself a tiny amount of the questionable pasta, some tea, and returns to a table just near enough that cale remains in sight on his spot on the floor. the pasta is — neon orange, but flavored lavender. euuugh. ]

[ either way, sleep well, sleeping beauty ]
sod_off: (Spike 82)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-20 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Well that answered part of the mystery. "What year was it, before you came here?" Spike asked, still studying her. "I'm originally from London, but most recently from one of the states in America."
lutin: (Default)

[personal profile] lutin 2025-05-20 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
“Eighteen - eighteen something? Perhaps twenty? I don’t know.”

Now she looks embarrassed. “It is hard to keep track, Sir, when there ain’t nothing changing. I - well, I suppose it is obvious that -“
She takes a breath to steel herself, utterly ashamed. She hates that she had no money, no home, was dirt. She hates to admit her lack of knowledge.

“Well, dates didn’t matter so much, only to stay alive. But you? You do not look like the men I know at home, not any of them. Your time is different to mine, no?”
sod_off: (Spike 49)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-20 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's alright, Pet. I'm not judging you. Could tell a lot about you just by looking at you." Spike tried to reassure, keeping himself deliberately as relaxed as he could be. "I'm from 2001 most recently. You've been getting that whole bit about us being kidnapped by the fae then, and how we're from different worlds and times?"

Although something she said made him smile and chuckle. "Why don't I look like them? You have me curious."
angotas: (pic#17770154)

[personal profile] angotas 2025-05-20 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Aemond was more than a little surprised by the dragon's sudden disappearance, but something certain rooted in the pit of his stomach told him to wait. So he did, though he felt a bit absurd standing alone in the clearing, wondering if he was being tested or taunted. Dragons were as unpredictable as men — perhaps even more so, given their vast capacity for cleverness — and it was anyone's guess what whim had possessed this one.

He felt their return before he turned to witness it, another stirring inside Aemond that he felt confident in trusting now. He just hadn't expected ... well. This. A cloak? It must be of some importance, and he was quick to collect it, brushing off some of the dirt and leaves only to find the dragon walking away from him again.

Making a startled noise, Aemond rushed to catch up, clutching the cloak to his chest almost possessively. A dragon had never given him anything before. Even if he wasn't meant to keep it, he'd protect it for as long as this magnificent creature wanted. "Iksā daor beka," he said, and it sounded like a compliment. He found kinship in him. If he was very lucky, this dragon felt half as much as he did through their connection.
lutin: (conning you)

[personal profile] lutin 2025-05-20 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
“No? People do. I don’t care much, only…” she shrugs. There’s resignation in her expression.

“At home, a man like you wouldn’t talk to a woman like me. Only in an alley or that, or if I took my note to your home. It’d be nice not to be judged, I think. But it is not the way of the world.”

She smiles though. “2001? Is all the world different? Did France get rid of their king?”

And then she laughs. “They wear their hair just so -“
She demonstrates, pulling her tangle of curls to the side. “And stockings and their shoes are different, and their jackets. And such hair as yours I have never seen, you know? I like it. I would have liked to see a different world like yours. But there is here now, and it is quite wonderful, ain’t it?”
sod_off: (Spike 53)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-20 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"People'll always judge. I just learned not to care about it." A half-truth; part of Spike's whole rebirth, of William's rebirth, as a vampire had been him deliberately leaving behind and recrafting the life he'd left behind. Making himself into who he wanted to be, albeit with Drusilla and Angelus' influences too.

"France did. Has its own revolution and all." He could offer that, and then she laughed and he chuckled again. "True. Men's styles got a bit less frilly over the century for the most part. My hair is dyed actually, not naturally this color. 'Preciate the compliment." Tilting his head, still smiling though. An honestly friendly smile.

"Why do you think it's all quite wonderful here?"
pentacled: (hopkins ⛧ 25)

[personal profile] pentacled 2025-05-20 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it's reminiscent of a djinni summoning - the sweeping darkness, the temperature drops until surfaces could glisten and crack with ice. he half expects billowing smoke and fabricated howls of the undead. the dark, faquarl can handle; even if he couldn't see through night, it's not as if the darkness is because there isn't anything to see. it's not like he's trapped inside a moldy bottle, or a cigar box, or a jar of ripened capers this time. the reminder of his limits perturbs him, how he can't see past the cloaked darkness. ]

[ it's like negotiation with an old master. he's wary of the power imbalance. ]

This table is safe. I do not want it.

[ he perseveres. he wouldn't know which way to screw off, anyway, having been spirited here. ]

Would you kindly hear me out? Whoever's responsible for your catering — [ did a bang-up dreadful job of it, but perhaps this feast was to the earl's personal tastes. ] could use a few gentle pointers.
goldenturtle: @jiminsi.arts (pic#17310797)

post-maze — sorry he has Opinions™ after that maze experience 🫠

[personal profile] goldenturtle 2025-05-20 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Cale would rather stay far, far away from the table he's stalking towards, face flushed from the half-bottle of wine he downed before making this decision. He doesn't bother trying to appear like a proper noble, not when the front of his white top has turned mostly red from his own blood and the rest of him is covered in dirt, mud, dust, twigs, and who-knows-what-else.

He does bother offering a courteous bow in greeting toward the table once he reaches it, because he values his life quite a bit.

"I greet the esteemed rulers of Time and Seasons," Cale greets, high nobility politeness like honey on his tongue. "I assume tonight's level of mortal danger was higher than anticipated.

"As an adult I have a responsibility to protect the children here no matter their affiliation or race, and there have been a number of children harmed by tonight's maze."

He swirls the wine remaining in his wine bottle, attempting to soothe his nerves. This is actually pretty terrifying, but he's too angry to back away from this.

"So if it hasn't been done already, I would recommend that test runs be performed prior to any future events by a team comprised of an equal number of Seelie and Unseelie members. It should prevent most unforeseen variables from interfering with your plans.

"If there is such a team already I would suggest firing them all and hiring more skilled replacements."

Cale offers another bow, waiting to be dismissed, though doesn't lower his eyes from the table. He isn't about to blindly expose his neck (even if he's reinforced his body with the Super Rock) to such scary fae.

(( tried to make this as simple/quick to deal with for you guys as possible since I don't want to take up much time!! this is just the one thing Cale wouldn't be able to keep to himself so 🫠 ))
angotas: (pic#17814165)

[personal profile] angotas 2025-05-20 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
That was a fair assessment. It occurred to Aemond that this person seemed awfully well-versed in diplomacy, and for a moment, he eyed him, as though attempting to decipher a puzzle. "You sound as though you've spent time at court," he said vaguely. If he was, in fact, a dragon, that wouldn't come as a surprise. Dragons were as close to gods as flesh and blood could reach. To be denied entry anywhere was absurd, and worse, a crime against nature.

And then he spoke of hatching, and all Aemond's attention focused like the sharp point of a sword. He stared at Wrathion openly, drinking in every word, trying to imagine the world he spoke of. It was both similar and utterly different from his own, and he itched to discover all its secrets.

"They do not," he said at length, though he paused, a thoughtful look on his face. "— I amend that statement. As far as I know, they choose not to. Perhaps this is a closely guarded secret, or something lost to history." Aemond couldn't blame them for not wanting to appear human. He wouldn't if he had the choice. A beat. "Do you enjoy appearing this way?" He couldn't help but ask. Perhaps it was overstepping, though he'd always been bolder than was entirely wise.
diana_abel: (Serious)

[personal profile] diana_abel 2025-05-20 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Diana didn't move. Not to melt into the hug (and she did like hugs), nor to pull away. The only movement she gave was the slow slide of her tears, a little bit of an underwhelming tremble as the emotion did what it wanted to do with the rest of her.

"I..." It was always hard talking when you were crying.

Doubly so when your tears smelled like friggin' lunch.

Merde.

"I know it's...it's not real," she said, sounding less certain than she wanted to be. "But...but that doesn't mean it's not true." That's what the Faeries told them when they first arrived, wasn't it? Your loved ones are likely dead.
lutin: (conning you)

[personal profile] lutin 2025-05-20 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
“Where I am from - or I suppose, when I am from - women like me are put in prison without a charge, Sir. The police think we are thieves and whores so we are locked away for it so we don’t spread our filth. It is well to say do not care what others think, but it is difficult to swallow when you are stared at with dislike or pity.”

She says it pointedly. If this chat is out of pity, she doesn’t want it.

“Sir, I saw some. And my Pa? He fought alongside Monsieur Bonaparte. We are real Bonapartists, you know? The students were trying to rebel. Me, I think no. Nothing will change. It’s too late for me anyway, but for Gavroche - he is my brother - nothing will change.”

Dye? Like clothes are dyed, hair can be? She thinks about herself as blonde. Perhaps if she was blonde, Marius would like her? Eponine determines to get her hands on this dye of Spike’s.

“Here it is nice. There is food - and we can take it. Handsome men like you talk to me without a sneer. They said we have beds! You know how long I have not had a bed for? Months, Sir. I am most excited for a bed!”
sod_off: (Spike 12)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-20 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Doesn't mean it IS either." Spike argued, moving to stroke her hair comfortingly. Granted he'd sounded a bit rough in his argument, because he didn't want it to be true. Not that he didn't want Buffy back, but he didn't want Dawn to die.

"They're fairies. They play with us because we're toys to them. They're playing a cruel game with us, Diana." Resting his head against hers. "Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. But doesn't mean it's true."
whichisit: (blue Hair (modern))

[personal profile] whichisit 2025-05-20 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"About a month, maybe, if time passes here the same way it does back home," Henry says with a slight laugh, "First time I've seen new people come in, since I've been here," he admits, taking a small sip from the glass.

"I take it you've just arrived?" he asks, before adding, "I'm Henry, by the way," he holds out his hand.