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Test Drive Meme #3

TDM #3 - May/June 2025
🦋 Introduction

Welcome to the Pixie Led Test Drive Meme!

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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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justbefore: (dismissive)

[personal profile] justbefore 2025-05-23 09:17 am (UTC)(link)
The deep bow, the apology, the toast all combine to make Sahar quite like this one. Polite and knows his place, two good qualities in any Adopted, and ones that most of this riffraff severely lacks. Her eyebrows also fly up to her forehead, amusement doing a slightly poor job of hiding her actual shock. With a chuckle, she recovers. "Quite the toast," she says as she preens and takes a sip from her glass.

"But, yes, your kind has been the talk of the town; ever since we had that dragon attack the castle, it seems to be all anyone wants to talk about." A beat goes by and Sahar realizes she owes more of an explanation than that unless she wants to spark a whole new crop of people curious about that little problem. "She's fine. She was released once she recovered from the fight and we realized there was no longer a threat." Ugh, no, damn it, he probably does actually need more information than that, too. "She was charmed by someone to attack; normally we get on quite well with the local beasts."
betenoir: (Default)

geis - un: axon

[personal profile] betenoir 2025-05-23 09:47 am (UTC)(link)
This world makes no sense at this moment. But if you dedicate yourself to learning the truth of its existence, you might learn how to return home.

[He does not understand what this person wishes to return for; but he understands the wish to return to his family.]
artfuldawkins: From hollow-art unless stated (Default)

[personal profile] artfuldawkins 2025-05-23 11:22 am (UTC)(link)
He stares.

"How do you meet a duck?"
unseensmiter: @yevon (cruise down the block)

[personal profile] unseensmiter 2025-05-23 12:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, stuff is- Really weird here. [ Futaba explains, summing up all the- Well, the everything, really. ] It's not quite the Metaverse, but it's also not quite the real world, sooooo...

I mean, good news, we can all summon our Persona. [ Bad news, they're all kidnapped, and by The Worst People Fae™️ to boot. ]
unseensmiter: @yevon (hop into the backseat baby)

ded,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

[personal profile] unseensmiter 2025-05-23 12:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"Huh? No, we were-" Oh boy where to even start?

...Wait. This could be like the Morgana Thing. Hm.

"Okay first off: This is a weird question, but-" When are Futaba's questions not weird questions, to be perfectly honest, but still. "What's the date?" A beat. "For you, I mean." Because if he's from the future like her favorite kitty was, fine, but if he's not then maybe she should shut her yap until she finds out if that breaks anything.
victorycurls: (012)

leaf

[personal profile] victorycurls 2025-05-23 01:23 pm (UTC)(link)
It's never made sense to me, either. And don't get me started on how everyone's glued to these smartphones.

deprime: (pic#17850073)

[personal profile] deprime 2025-05-23 02:22 pm (UTC)(link)
it's ok, not everyone has the ass for jeans.
[ Weren't they all on the same side? They should have been and yet they weren't and Gustave isn't sure he can ever forgive this man for what he's done even if, in some dark, twisted way, he might sort of understand the why. That much death, though. There had to have been another way. Gustave might be stubborn or naive, but he chooses to believe there's another way.

Right now though, he's stunned to see the man step back and he knows without a doubt that he's right. Those are his own kids he's fighting to protect.

Gustave feels conflicted but he nods.
]

Yeah, I—I know the terms.
betenoir: (Observant)

[personal profile] betenoir 2025-05-23 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)
okay you've earned the right to that one
[Renoir spends a long while studying Gustave. He denotes the expressions on his face, open and honest in their display. He understands being rooted to the spot, unable to think about the position he finds himself in. But as much as he understands he cannot tolerate the naivete of finding a third way. There is nothing, and he is unwilling to waste the precious time his family has remaining.

So he continues running up that hill, bearing the weight of doing what is necessary for his loved ones.]


Good. Then perhaps you'll enjoy a lifetime together after all.
Edited 2025-05-23 15:05 (UTC)
ourtomorrow: ([02] concentrate)

[personal profile] ourtomorrow 2025-05-23 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
B-blood....

[ Wormmon draws up short at the thought. Very scary.

Ken, however, squirms out from beneath her once his squishy cushion services are no longer required, the better to continue the conversation. ]


We're forced to go through on foot....

[ He thinks. Digging or squirming through the walls is likely booby-trapped, as well. But the Fae thus far have worked more or less like they do in European folklore, and there's plenty of stories about labyrinths to draw from as well. So...the best tactics are.... ]

Wormmon or I can check around each corner. We're less likely to be spotted, and we can mark dead ends with our web.
ourtomorrow: (DGMN02bd_EP49_66067)

[personal profile] ourtomorrow 2025-05-23 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Ken-chan's not a brat!

[ Says a hedge on the far side of the battle. Does that answer the question? ]
ourtomorrow: (DGMN02bd_EP46_47445)

wormmon canonically exercises by climbing up and down ken's apartment building. SO TOUGH

[personal profile] ourtomorrow 2025-05-23 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Not in the slightest! It engenders all kinds of questions in Ken's mind, but since he trusts Kiriya-san's judgment, he replies with only: ]

Okay.

[ Wormmon has to show Ken how to climb up, being the one used to having this many legs. One of the few abilities a Wormmon possesses is "can stick to vertical objects", so the remaining-on isn't that bad. He even reaches down and helps pull Ken-chan up behind him.

When they're both clinging to Kiriya's back: ]


Let's go.

[ If Kiriya can feel their little bodies on his back, Ken is the one closer to his head, looking up and alert. Searching for a way to contribute. Wormmon is holding half onto the horse and half onto Ken-chan. PROTECC. ]
pentacled: (hopkins ⛧ thinking)

[personal profile] pentacled 2025-05-23 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he steps over, putting out a few burning blades of grass as he does so. ]

Ken?

[ thankfully, while faquarl's japanese may not be impeccable, he at least knows the significance of -chan. he doesn't duck downward yet, but he does look through the gaps between the leaves. ]

And what would be your name, then?
sod_off: (Spike 38)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-23 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Fae aren't my usual dealings. More familiar with demons and general evil beasties that go bump. Not sure we have actual fae where I'm from. So far they haven't been too dissimilar to demons at times though."
maritorious: (angel babe)

fwiw ghosts are absolutely canon in Dickens /glances at Scrooge

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-05-23 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ghosts?" She barely has time to get the word out before he's gone, and Nancy's about to find something else to do. But she's barely able to go get a drink from the bartender before oh, there's that man again.

Ghost again.

"You're back- have any luck with the door?"
artfuldawkins: (still a scrapper)

[personal profile] artfuldawkins 2025-05-23 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Dodger nods. "All I know comes from stories," he explains. "Boil down to the same thing; don't upset 'em."
deprime: (pic#17850074)

[personal profile] deprime 2025-05-23 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The words sink in but they don't register, not at first. They don't make sense, because it's everything they've fought for and to hear that none of it mattered, that it was all for nothing. It makes him angry, but more than that, it breaks his heart. ]

So—

[ Gustave cuts himself off, or the words just don't come. It doesn't really matter which. ]

Then we focus on this, Maelle. On what we have here. Whatever this is.
sod_off: (Spike 38)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-23 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"The big rules I can figure out here, from listening around in high and low places, are as follows. Don't apologize, Don't say thank you, and don't steal. Because they'll likely eat you, then kill you. So maybe...don't get caught stealing. If you wanna take the risk." A pause, as Spike took an inhale from his cig. "You'll get some leeway being an adopted, because you're not expected to know better. But learn quick. They also don't seem keen on seelie and unseelie hanging out together, but sod that."
artfuldawkins: (school of hard knocks)

[personal profile] artfuldawkins 2025-05-23 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
No stealing? Well, he's been told that plenty of times before, ain't exactly stopped him. The new situation does give him pause, however, considering it carefully. It's not like Dodger needs to steal here, not from what he's been told. But even then...

He's spotted that right fancy jewelled ring on Spike's hand. The right fence, he could get enough to live on near a year. The coat? That's another few months on top of that. The decorations and pretty things all around? This entire place could be the score of his life.

"... Got it. No stealin'," is all he says. "An' what's the difference there?" He's almost towards the end of the cigarette. Shame.
sod_off: (Spike 37)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-23 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mostly in view of things, from all I can tell. The seelie as a whole seem to be more sociable, whereas the unseelie are more loners. I'm sure it's deeper than that, as the two used to war with each other. But now they're in alliance. I've been trying to find out more, but it's not easy."

Spike was also almost finished his cigarette.
maritorious: (between two bars)

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-05-23 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"THE LEGS?" She screams, because what the actual fuck was this thing? "SALT?" None of this made much sense, but the packet comes flying toward her, and she's got a good eye. Catching it, she starts to open the bag, looking around toward where the thing came from.

Luckily, the legs aren't too far, and Nancy's running toward where she sees a pale foot sticking out of a hedge.

"Alright, salt the legs," she mutters, and dumps the pack of salt on the legs. She's not sure what to expect, on her end, but it's surprisingly mundane. Just salt on the feet. "Spike?" She calls back to him, eager to find out if she did it right.
artfuldawkins: (look up to the sky)

[personal profile] artfuldawkins 2025-05-23 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Guess that bit I'll need to work out as I go along," he says simply. "Also guess I owe you for all this information."
maritorious: (red dress)

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-05-23 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"On their little-- leaf thing." She pulls her leaf out of her pocket and holds it out to him. "She's a real duck. Speaks English. Got pink feathers, though. It's a bit odd. Turns out, they don't got humans in their world. She's quite pretty, actually." [But, a duck.]
sod_off: (Spike 67)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-23 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Perfect!" Spike called back, as the fight was starting to go out of the creature. Letting him get the upper hand more fully, and there was a 'snap' from where he held the creature as he twisted its neck. Letting it drop, he heads over to where Nancy is.

"Forget what its called, manan something or other. Lots of gs in there too. I've read about 'em before. They're a demon in my world. Guess they exist here too." He explained, before reaching out to put a hand on her shoulder. "You alright?" Not just about this, but about what she'd seen.
sod_off: (Spike 38)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-23 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll add it to your tab." Spike says dryly. "You're a friend of Nancy's. Also not her husband. Least I can do."
maritorious: (gasp)

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-05-23 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
No, no, Nancy is not alright. She stands there by the legs, looking at them, looking at Spike, the rips in his clothing caused by the M-something. She's, all things considered, in a much better spot.

But the thing is she's not used to the creatures the way Spike is.

She shakes her head. "I want to get out of here." First the first monster, then Fagin, now this. "Can we please get out of here?"