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Test Drive Meme #3

TDM #3 - May/June 2025
🦋 Introduction

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🦋 The Party

You wake up at a party.

You're not sure how, exactly, you got here. You may have just been walking in the woods or at a meeting for work or doing any other normal activity for you. But you know you weren't supposed to be at this party, you're fairly certain.

Anyone you ask about it will say the party is for you. You and the others also waking up and looking confused. Further questions will lead to the partygoers insisting you have something to eat. You're starving and others are eating the food without repercussion, so you figure there's no harm in a bite. You finish your portion.

It's another garden party near a large hedge maze in the middle of the night. With his penchant for games the Ruler of the Spring Court decided it would be nice to hold an actual game for all the Adopted present. None of that dreidel game a couple of parties ago. This time, he wants more spectacle with higher stakes. Forced to participate and host aspects of this gathering as well, the Ruler of the Dark Court wanted nothing to do with this, so he figured his participation in itself is for the party to happen at night, during his rule, when his mood is at its most pleasant.

Of course, there is no shortage of light sources such as candles and torches, much to the Earl's chagrin, as well as no shortage of food. This time, the fae decided to try their hand on some pasta. They heard it's a good delicacy from the mortal plane. Thing is, sauces look and smell bizarre. One's purple, while another's bright pink, and they taste fruity, as well as flowery, much like the cookies from the last gathering.

As the party winds down and everyone's eaten, a tall, stately woman stands up and speaks. You feel her voice more than hear it.

I am the Lawspeaker of the Fae, elected by Seelie and Unseelie alike, and you are all, now, subjects of Faerie. You cannot leave this realm once you have eaten our food, and even if you could, there is no saying how much time has passed back where you're from. Your loved ones are likely dead, your problems have likely played out. We require assistance in various matters, and each of you has been chosen for your talent and skill. You will be adopted by one of the Seelie or Unseelie Courts based on your strengths and personality. Your Court will decide what to do with you from there.

As suddenly as she stood, she sits back down.


🦋 Feeling on Hedge

So, what about this hedge maze that seems to have appeared out of nowhere and looming quite eerily beside this night's gathering? For one, peculiar noises can be heard whenever one's near its entrance. From the rustling of leaves to a woman crying, everything seems to be coming from inside.

Of course, the Adopted's participation is required and paramount. Anyone who refuses will be met with harsh penalties and consequences, whatever those may be. They also hint of a prize to anyone who comes out victorious on the other side. It's unclear what it is, though.

The fae know that while the Adopted have been very useful so far, they are also vulnerable and susceptible to fear, so to mitigate that, they have some colorful shots on a table marked LIQUID COURAGE near the entrance to the maze with such effects:

  • Gold: Essentially a strong drink that gives you profound energy for 24 hours.
  • Red: Downing this will make you feel warm like an aphrodisiac.
  • Blue: Basically functions like a normal tequila shot. Or three. Comes with a little bag of salt.

These shots are not compulsory for the Adopted to take, but they will be highly encouraged to do so before entering. Once inside, the rustling of leaves and the sounds of someone crying become louder and even more evident. There are also a few key things that seem to be very clear the longer an Adopted is within the maze's walls:

  • The maze is moving. How it's doing it, nobody knows. But it appears to be alive somehow, much like the castle grounds, so finding a clear pathway is almost impossible.
  • Whenever an Adopted turns right two consecutive times, they will see a more positive outcome from a terrible event in their lives. Lost someone? They're now here and alive. Gave up on a dream? You find yourself currently living it.
  • If an Adopted turns left two consecutive times, they will see someone, a family member or a friend who's still alive and had a deep impact on their lives, bleeding and dead on the ground.

It would be great if no one else can see an Adopted during their most vulnerable, but since the maze moves constantly, another Adopted or two might be able to see them trying to parse out what they're seeing, even if their fellow Adopted can't see it themselves.


🦋 Can't Unseelie It

CW: dismemberment, body horror, forced body transformations, mild gore, asphyxiation, drowning of children, death

The Spring King only wanted some good-natured fun within the maze, but unbeknownst to him, some Unseelie creatures and Unseelie magic have appeared inside, threatening the safety of the Adopted traversing every nook and cranny. Surely this will not have any lasting consequences between the relationship of the Seelie and Unseelie court rulers. Not at all.

A few of these Unseelie beings and Unseelie magic roaming around the hedge maze that the Adopted will have a chance to meet are as follows:

  • Manananggal: Capable of severing its torso from its legs, this vampiric creature usually preys on sleeping pregnant women and unborn babies. But not anymore. Due to magic put on it, this manananggal will strike anyone it comes across. Better pour salt on its severed lower torso once you find it, or else.
  • La Llorona: Remember that woman crying? Well, somewhere in the maze alongside the eerie sounds of water flowing, you'll come across a weeping woman cloaked in white with her back turned against you. Be careful not to approach her because once you do, she'll try to choke you to death, reminiscent of how she drowned her own children.
  • Jersey Devil: The first thing you'll hear once you turn is a high-pitched, blood-curdling scream then the sound of bat wings flapping. You better run as fast as you can to the other direction because this devil is out to attack anyone it sees on its path.
  • A fountain: How odd. Running from the jersey devil or the manananggal might have made you thirsty so perhaps there's no harm in drinking from it. But just coming in contact with its water will make any Adopted soon realize they have transformed into an Unseelie creature.

Fighting off these creatures might be best with a fellow Adopted. After all, there's power in numbers. Just be careful not to die within the hedge maze. There might be some dire consequences.


🦋 GEIS

You feel a vibration in your pocket sometime after the Lawspeaker addresses everyone. When you search for the source, you will pull out your Leaf, the device the Fae use to stay in touch with each other. Anyone who's used a smart phone will easily recognize how it works.

Greetings, Adopted. This is your Lawspeaker.

To be on theme with our festivities for tonight, we want to know a time in your life when you felt lost and wandering about. Perhaps the most compelling story will receive a reward from us.



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artfuldawkins: From hollow-art unless stated (jack dawkins charismatic)

[personal profile] artfuldawkins 2025-05-24 09:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Think I c'n see to that," he says dryly.
in_her_shadow: (just how capable)

[personal profile] in_her_shadow 2025-05-24 10:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ So, it's good, but not good enough. Lena takes a breath, and then holds up her dagger. ]

This is still not something I've mastered, so don't blame me if you wind up getting a haircut or worse.

[ She spreads her hands out, and the dagger begins to glow the same way as her magic - and floats! She then begins to move her arms around, 'guiding' the dagger around haphazardly, trying to go for the eyes or other vital areas. As warned, she's still new to this, so the dagger flies haphazardly here and there! ]
betenoir: (Dread)

[personal profile] betenoir 2025-05-24 12:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Renoir notices that tightening grip, the demand for perfection and control, to prove yourself capable when others continue to lecture you. He thinks about one of his daughters for a moment; his hand dusting nothing off his sleeve while his eyes soften in the corners.

His children hardly value their lives. It should break his heart to see it repeated here, yet...]


I suppose I don't get to come in now and interfere.

[He muses. Sometimes it's better to walk away. Sometimes it's not easy.]

At least let me ask if you are alright.
betenoir: (Heartless)

need to ask! how good are you for spoilers?

[personal profile] betenoir 2025-05-24 12:17 pm (UTC)(link)
What is he here for? The Fae claim his presence is necessary. But his presence is of more necessity back home. His eyes seemingly stare into space. The thought of leaving the reality of his world for one he has never explored an inch of...

"The same purpose as yourself."

His cold tone suggests he really, really loathes the thought of being trapped here. To be pressured to put his skills to work for those to whom he holds not one ounce of devotion. But the reason he is angry is not because of her. It is of being separated from Her.

But why is he in this maze with this expeditioner? That, too, is a question. One that he will keep silent on for now.
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[personal profile] pb_n_jocular 2025-05-24 01:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Rules don't apply? Wait! [Peebee skids to a stop and turns on a dime.] Maybe they do. You've got your magic, I've got my biotics. In my world, the way out is the one with obstacles.

[Her hands wreathe in shifting blue light.] We follow the monsters, we find our way out.
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[personal profile] memorycardio 2025-05-24 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Thankfully most of Sophie's hair is tucked up in her hood when she's in Phantom Thief attire, and the spinning line of hearts that composes her pony...tail...? is just kind of floating in a row, unconnected. So probably safe from accidental cutting. ...She'll try to stay on her toes and dodge otherwise.

Her eyes widen as Lena floats and sends out the dagger, unable to help bursting out,]


That's amazing!

[before catching herself, whoops. This is an emergency, though! Surely praise is acceptable. Anyway, they're fighting...! She calls Pithos to spin around her again, acting as an additional defense to keep her from getting accidentally stabbed. She stretches a hand out towards the beast, casting Rakunda: debilitating energy swarms around it, slowing it down and making it more susceptible to the dagger attacks.]
sod_off: (Spike 90)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-24 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Clingy? She'd started it, with her hallucination apparently. Clinging to a version of him that wasn't there. Besides she'd been dead when he last saw her. And he loved her--which she bloody well should know.

He's not fond of her stepping back though, or keeping him at arm's length. Not even a minute ago she'd been thrilled to see him! And now she's unsure? Spike was irrationally angry at some version of himself, and annoyed with her.

She could see it, the emotions working through his expression as he tried to stay calm despite the intensity. Intense due to joy of seeing her, being with her, annoyance, anger, worry, it was all a jumble.]


It's...bloody hell. Is that what it takes? What it actually takes? You finally give me crumbs and hope, and then are upset I'm not some future version of me I didn't even know about?

[Oh yes, Spike is annoyed. Tossing his head slightly in frustration as he stomps a bit to the side. Huffing a sigh to himself, turning his back to her for a moment. His whole body bristled like a cat as he wrestled with his emotions for a few moments.

Before there was another sigh, and he gathered himself, and looked at her. Determined. Resolute.]


That's what it takes, then I'll find a way. Because I love you, Buffy. So while we're stuck here, I'll find a way to prove it and get my soul back.
sod_off: (Spike 53)

wrap?

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-24 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Liar." But it was teasing and playful, while still acknowledging for her that yeah--he got it. "Best idea yet." Spike agreed, still with that arm around her if she wanted.
sod_off: (Spike 19)

Wrap

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-24 02:55 pm (UTC)(link)
For your sake, you'd better hope we don't.

[Because Spike was so not impressed with this kid. He was trying too hard. Probably had lots of issues. He'd encountered the type before.]
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[personal profile] dessendre 2025-05-24 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
kind of a spoiler? maybe?? let's be safe!
With a shudder, the Lampmaster drew back, curling its gnarled arms closer toward its body when the lights went out. It threw the scene around them into stark shadow — and Clea could only inhale sharply, marveling at the interplay of light and dark that bathed the Countess. Truly, she was marvelous. A gleam sparked in her eyes as she gazed upon her now, an interest sharpened by something else. Something like yearning.

She'd come here for information. She needed to remember that.

Tipping her chin up, Clea approached with a pride that wasn't excessive, merely confident. "We share a mutual interest," she said matter-of-factly, not bothering to hide her feelings. It would be plain on her face anyway, and something told her attempting to deceive the Countess would be her last mistake. With the Lampmaster hanging back, Clea stopped in front of the table with her fingers lightly resting along the top, never once looking away from the Fae. Was this a challenge? Not quite. She was the one being tested here. Clea wasn't ignorant of that.

"I wonder," she began, tilting her head a little, contemplative, "What someone like you could want, when you appear to have everything." Clea suspected this one was always hungry, just like she was. Fighting, ceaselessly, for more. "Perhaps we could help each other."
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[personal profile] dropspindle 2025-05-24 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[Disengaging from La Llorona, Hazel looks around to assess where North might be. She hears the whispers and, in her peripheral vision, sees the wisps floating through an opening in the hedge.]

North it is.

[She nods at his instructions, dropping her hooks which disappate into the same lacy wisps they formed from. And that's as much warning as he gets before she takes off into a sprint, running as if guided by something.]
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[personal profile] angotas 2025-05-24 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
A pittance. [ There's frustration woven through his tone, but he manages to keep it mostly even. He needs his mother to see confidence in him — strength. Aemond would protect them both here, whatever the cost.

So he spent what time they had before the maze relaying as much information as he could, and even though they were separated, he fought his way back to her. He always would. ]
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[personal profile] angotas 2025-05-24 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
There was a flash of satisfaction on his face, but Aemond was careful to mask it again. He enjoyed when his theories and observations were proven right, though he couldn't enjoy that sense of pride too much. That was how the weaker willed were all too easily manipulated.

Despite his best efforts to guard his true feelings, a look of vulnerability briefly flashed across his face when Wrathion spoke next. To feel lost between two communities where he should have felt most himself was something Aemond understood intimately. "That you managed to escape at all ..." His tone was a little wistful as he trailed off. Sometimes, when he was alone, he'd fantasized about flying away to join the Night's Watch. Far up north, where no one in his family could ever reach him, where he could give up all claim to his titles and lands and responsibility to become a guard at the edge of the world.

Exhaling a bit with a small shake of his head, Aemond tried to build his walls back up again. "Bold that any could think to imprison you," he added in a tone that implied he thought those people were spectacularly stupid. "If any of your enemies arrive here, I would not be opposed to killing them." Aemond made that offer way too casually.
burn_with_us: (head down)

Re: prostitution

[personal profile] burn_with_us 2025-05-24 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're not that old," Katniss argues back. "And you don't have to be that anymore. One of my friends, someone really close to me - he got forced to do that. He got forced to sleep with people he didn't want to be with when he had someone he loved back home. He had to do it to protect her. It wasn't right or fair."

Katniss shrugs a little. "His name was Finnick. So maybe I'm thinking a little of him when you tell me about that. He didn't want the life he got forced into even if it meant luxury for him because it wasn't the life that made him happy. What would make you happy, you think?"
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[personal profile] angotas 2025-05-24 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
When those eyes met his again, Aemond felt another stirring in the pit of his chest. Sparks flew threw him, and he inhaled sharply, clutching the cloak all the tighter. Perhaps, even if he was ultimately engulfed in flame, his scent would linger on the fabric, a final reminder of his life. It wasn't a bad legacy, really. Many dragonriders would have relished the chance to die by flame, especially when so few in recent memory were given the opportunity. It was honorable.

So he tipped his chin up and breathed out, accepting whatever judgment this dragon was about to render. But when he disappeared entirely, Aemond stood blinking, half-expecting to feel a gust of wind followed by a flurry of wings. The last thing he imagined was finding a human man standing before him.

Gaping, he stared for a moment or two, before striding forward quickly to drape the cape around his shoulders. He was careful not to touch his skin, uncertain whether such a thing would be welcome or not. The dragon — the man? — seemed distressed, and Aemond could only imagine what he was feeling in that moment. "Valyrian," he answered as he fasted the material around him with a brooch he'd kept, stepping back to a respectful distance once he was finished. "The language of my ancestors. It is how we commune with dragons." One of the ways, at least. Explaining their blood bond might be a bit much for a first meeting.

He studied him through a slightly narrowed eye. "I'm Aemond," he offered, trying to seem like he wasn't vibrating with curiosity. "What is your name?"
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[personal profile] doctorf 2025-05-24 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Victor glances to where the man pointed and frowns slightly. "It is a very unusual thing. Where I am from, things do not move on their own." Though, this should be less of a strange situation. There were witches and vampires back home. And who knew what else. Victor tries to will it to be normal, but there's only an intense amount of confusion instead.

"I guess this means we have to go forward."
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[personal profile] goldenturtle 2025-05-24 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
While he finds the sudden absence of the Dominating Aura's power discomfiting, Cale can admit that he's grateful being shut down so thoroughly managed to shut that annoying bastard up for the moment. It also managed to pique the ancient power's interest, similar to when the God of Chaos had pinned Cale under his gaze, and so he resigns himself to the Dominating Aura being obnoxious in the days ahead.

On the outside, however, Cale appears as unfazed as ever. Just because he's a shrimp against whales doesn't mean he'll back down so easily... Well, mostly because the duke obviously has no intent to harm him for now. Otherwise Cale would retreat before getting sent to the afterlife, or worse.

"To be compared to someone as elegant, graceful, and powerful as my lady Zorya is an undeserved honour." The words tumble out on autopilot, though he does feel a faintly pleased. "I am simply speaking as expected of the eldest son of a duke."

And, honestly speaking, his mother would be upset with him if he spoke like some uncultured punk in this situation. Which is somehow a scarier thought than even pissing off a Court ruler.

"I don't doubt your intention with these parties, Lord Lux. It was why I assumed there was an external factor influencing tonight's events," Cale responds. "Putting both Adopted and Unseelie at risk doesn't align with what I've seen of you Unseelie rulers."

It was part of why, no matter how enraged he was, Cale never actually delivered a killing blow to that La Llorona. The situation felt too weird.

"But blaming the other Court as a whole is counterproductive, sir. It's still Spring, meaning if there is any fault it probably lies with the narcissistic king. Having him as a colleague is punishment enough for the other Seelie rulers."

Cale is infinitely grateful to be in the Unseelie Court, as far away from Narciso as possible.

"Because of their apparent inaction during the dragon attack, followed by his majesty's continued antics — especially the use of his abilities to manipulate consent — the Unseelie Court is currently viewed upon more favourably by the Adopted. You could say he is like a permanent debuff to the Seelie reputation."
sod_off: (Spike 14)

On Hedge. (Hello fellow Laby player. --I'm Loki there.)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-24 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[A corgi would usually snarl at Spike. The fact that it is not is the first clue, with the hellfire eyes being the second, that this is no ordinary corgi. So Spike is alert, but not hostile yet. Nor does he seem that surprised by the other coming around the corner.

Instead he cants his head to the side to study him a bit. Demon? Possessed human? It's hard to tell, but Spike is sure he's not a human. Hell, the other can probably tell Spike isn't either, being a vampire.]


What happened to you?
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Re: Party

[personal profile] kingforboth 2025-05-24 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Who is Hera?" There was no way from Hazel's wording to indicate who or what Hera was, but he figured that it probably wasn't a compliment. Still, whoever she was talking about, Hazel was right.

"They could be telling the truth. Or they could be manipulating us. Or more likely a little of both. Lies are easier to stomach and hold if there's a bit of truth in them." And a lot more difficult for him to read. Whether it was that or their intense hold on magic, was anyone's guess.

"It is definitely in their best interests for us to give up, however."
sod_off: (Spike 8)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-24 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Didn't expect the latter. Former would also make sense, bloody fae.

[Spike gets to his feet and rakes his fingers through his hair.]

You going it alone as usual, Nugget?
Edited 2025-05-24 18:38 (UTC)
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[personal profile] geiger 2025-05-24 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Nora actually laughs out loud at the question, the irony of her whole situation, then catches herself, giving a nod in response. ]

There aren't fairies where I come from, but the general situation? Yeah. Didn't think this could happen to a person twice.
geiger: (☢ 11)

[personal profile] geiger 2025-05-24 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
I think I'll see how far they get before trying that. [ Because she's sure that they're not going to let them just walk out of here, and she doesn't want to be the example their hosts make of people they catch trying to do just that. ]

Used to be lovely. Now the whole world's gone to hell in a handbasket and Boston's mostly just a pile of rubble. It's still home, though.
sod_off: (Spike 12)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-24 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm bored too, which helps. Don't think there's any answer we could give that'd get us that reward, mate. We're gonna have to figure it out on our own, threaten and get it out of our captors, or they'll release us when they're good and ready. Sod it all.
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[personal profile] soloacts 2025-05-24 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"I guess that's true. I'll just have to file a complaint to the first Frankenstein." Gwen jokes, to cover up her shock. Quips are a spider's best friend, for more than distracting an opponent in a fight.

Part of her doesn't think she'd want him trying to heal her, consider what she knows about him from the stories. Also just the general nature of 18th century medicine. No leeches for her, thanks! Her and her humors were going to stay exactly where they were.

"Then we'll be very very careful." Luckily Gwen could take a lot of damage without much concern. She turns a corner, taking a moment to look around before moving forward. Just more hedge and not a monster in sight, "Did you just arrive here?"
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[personal profile] soloacts 2025-05-24 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, yeah. It's all boys, playing the drums, gossip, sneaking out of my bedroom at night, school... and getting transported to a mystical fae land of bullshit. You, know pretty standard stuff.

[Being normal would be nice. But plenty of Gwen's in other universes were 'normal' and they usually ended up dead. So, maybe she shouldn't wish too hard.]