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Test Drive Meme #3

TDM #3 - May/June 2025
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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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Mel Medarda | Arcane | OTA

[personal profile] goldwraith 2025-05-15 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
1. The Party

[Waking up with a headache is par for the course at this point. The dreams about what happened in Piltover never stopped, and they never will, no matter how far she travels from that town. She was supposed to be on the ship that was bringing her to Noxus. Her mother’s mask rested on the night table next to her. But it is not.

Instead she is in a huge hall with people laughing, partying, celebrating something. For a moment she thought this was one of the visions she tends to get as of late, but when she gets up from her seat, a plate is shoved in her hands and she’s ushered to eat to replenish her strength.

Somewhat awkwardly, and tossing her red cloak around her throat and shoulders, she takes a seat at one of the tables, watching warily for any sort of trouble.]


“I hope I’m not interrupting,” [a semi-apology, but currently, all other nearby tables are occupied.]

2. Feeling on Hedge

[Mel is no coward, but when something’s so obviously haunted, wouldn’t anyone make a pause and try to turn away from it and leave?

She’s twirling the tube with the liquid coruage between her fingers- it feels almost insulting that she was offered this but she didn’t want to argue- and watching the entrance of the maze with rapt attention.]


Are we tidying up someone else’s mess? [A complaint, of course, she’s not too eager to enter this ominous maze. She refuses to step in all by herself. Even if they were to argue during their travel in the maze about the path, two are better than one.]

3. Turn Right
warning for spoilers

[The travel through the maze was uneventful for the most part. Her empath powers have been on edge the moment she stepped in, however, and it was keeping her alert and nervous, jumping aggresively at any and every odd sound.

When she unwittingly turned two times to the right, she stops in her tracks. Hand raised as if to cast a spell on the person but fizzling out and lowering a tad, eyes wide as she stares at her mother, sitting on a bench, strong, confident, looking up from the mask she’s holding.]


“I didn’t need to come find you this time, child,” [Ambessa speaks in her firm, loud voice, and Mel’s ears ring. This HAS to be an illusion, there is no way her mother’s alive… after all, she died in her hands.]

“The wolf does NOT hesitate,” [Ambessa says firmly, almost scoldingly, and gestures to Mel to come closer and, as if in a trance, a desperate wish, she steps forward.]

4. GEIS: UN: M.M.

You're only ever lost if you let yourself be or feel that way. One can always carve a path for oneself to walk.
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[personal profile] miraclewater 2025-05-15 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[Going into the maze is inevitable, but it's also not something he's eager to rush into. Especially with these potions, of whose effects he doesn't really trust. Honestly, he just grabbed one at random.]

We're always cleaning up someone else's mess. [That's what life is, here or elsewhere.] But right now, we're just entertainment.
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[personal profile] goldwraith 2025-05-15 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Watching the others gear up for the maze (whether physically or mentally) makes Mel step back, not wanting to be "in the way". Her eyes glance at the guy next to her briefly, and then she eyes the golden liquid in the bottle.]

Then perhaps both, now. [Mel sighs.]

Do these have adverse effects? I doubt they give actual courage boost without having a drawback.
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[personal profile] miraclewater 2025-05-16 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Adverse effects...? He takes a look at his own, letting it swirl slightly.]

I have no idea. [It's the truth. But knowing the fae...] Nothing that last longer than the beneficial effects, I imagine. And usually the cost is the worse effect, but these were free.

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[personal profile] fatalis 2025-05-15 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Drumming his fingers on the table, Jayce exhales. The darkness is oppressive and he's clearly uncomfortable despite the fact he's been to three of these parties now. Each one feels like a threat, a band being pulled back until the snap became inevitable. Something was going to happen, Jayce just isn't sure what. Or when.

Sitting alone now and waiting for Viktor to return, Jayce flicks his eyes between the lanterns as if waiting to see something staring right back. He almost thinks he does when a voice makes him jump.
]

I... no? [ Jayce blinks, turning as realization dawned. His brow furrows because of all the surprises this party could bring, he hadn't anticipated this one, but that was just her way, wasn't it? Chuckling, he pushes his chair back slightly, angling it. ] Don't try the purple one. It tastes worse than it smells.
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[personal profile] goldwraith 2025-05-16 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Mel drops almost everything on the floor because that was not the voice she expected to hear- now or ever anymore. Her head turns around so fast to look at him, as if seeing a ghost (maybe he IS a ghost), caught like deer in headlights.

She opens her mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. What does she say? Ask? The chit-chat about food finally breaks her out of her surprised staring, and she looks at the 'offending' food.]


I... yes. I will keep that in mind. [Food is the last thing she's thinking about now.] Jayce, are you...? [real? Is she dreaming? Is this another weird illusion or vision? She shakes her head,] What is this place?
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[personal profile] fatalis 2025-05-16 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ It was certainly a reunion neither of them had counted on. Their last conversation had been so final that Jayce didn't know what else to say except make stupid small talk about the food. It was that or the darkness, or a comment about the weather. It was all stupid, but so much in this place was. ]

Trust me. If you can, don't eat anything. They can't keep you here if you don't. [ Jayce had made that mistake months ago, and again when he failed to stop Cait from eating something. Maybe he had managed to succeed this time. The fae had their ways, though, he was sure, and he was probably already too late. ] I'm— [ Letting that go, he moved on to answer her question instead. ] The realm of the fae, apparently. They've been kidnapping people for months.

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—turn right :)

[personal profile] victus 2025-05-16 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
That is not your mother. [ It's a soft voice that sounds from behind Mel, softer than it used to be — different — but in some respects, still the same. Viktor is standing there with his gaze fixed on the illusion of Ambessa, a slight frown marring his face. He has his staff, but he seems to be leaning on it more for support than anything defensive.

After a moment, he glances at Mel, and his expression softens. ]
These visions ... [ Viktor shakes his head a little. ] I have been in this place for some time, and I am still not entirely used to it. Be careful not to trust what your heart wishes to see. [ He offers a sad smile. ] I'm sorry.
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:D

[personal profile] goldwraith 2025-05-16 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
[All it needed was a voice different from her own to break her out of it completely. The illusion is not gone, but there is a definitive sheen over the woman sitting on the bench, revealing it is not, in fact, her mother there. Staring at her, waiting for Mel to comply and join her.

But Mel recognizes that voice as well, and she turns slowly to face him, not knowing whether she should defend herself or not. Her hand is still raised, but brought in against her chest.]


I've been having... visions for a while now. It's becoming harder to-- [her eyes glance at Ambessa, who stands up and puts on the mask, but is starting to dissipate in golden dust slowly,]-- discern them from reality and illusions.
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[personal profile] victus 2025-05-16 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Frowning at that confession, Viktor focused his full attention on Mel, particularly when it became clear the vision of Ambessa was dissipating in earnest. At least they wouldn't be attacked. That was a blessing. ]

Visions of your family? [ Viktor prompted gently, wondering who or what she had been seeing. He couldn't claim to know much about Mel's past beyond her mother, either, but he wanted to help all the same. ]

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[personal profile] coolcustomer 2025-05-16 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
...oh, she's gorgeous.

Thankfully, Haru's manners kick in before she can stare too long. "Not at all! I'm just... trying to find my bearings."
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[personal profile] goldwraith 2025-05-16 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
Mel doesn't mind the staring if she even notices that she is being stared at. Her head still hurts and all she wants to do is sit down and have some water, to hopefully wash it away.

"Thank you," Mel nods, and musters a smile. She's been to way too many parties she didn't want to attend so a 'polite and political smile' is a default under which she operates. "As am I... it is odd... I don't remember falling asleep at a party." Ever.
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[personal profile] coolcustomer 2025-05-16 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
"I... definitely didn't fall asleep at a party." She didn't fall asleep at all, but that's a bit much to weigh down a first conversation with.

"My name is Haru. It's good to meet you, despite the odd circumstances."

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[personal profile] kirammans 2025-05-16 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Red isn't a color Caitlyn would associate with Mel, even knowing who her mother is. She's gold in her mind, like the marks on her skin and the strange but wonderous abilities she'd last seen her wield. So, as Cait passes the table, she has to do double take.

She'd been looking for familiar faces, of course, but Mel's was not at the top of her list.]


Mel? Is that you?

[Red might not be what she thinks of when she thinks of Mel, but it looks good on her. Powerful. And that's what she is, isn't she?]
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[personal profile] goldwraith 2025-05-16 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Red is not the color Mel expected to ever wear herself, as she was convinced she'd never have to leave Piltover, that she'll never have to travel to Noxus, that she'll be able to separate herself from her family completely.

Alas, fate had different plans for her. And she's not as immune and cold-hearted as she thought she was. Her mother made mistakes and had paid with her life for it, but she wasn't going to let some cult walk all over her as if she were no one and nothing.

So there she is, wearing the colors of her house. And her face lights up visibly when she spots Caitlyn.]


Kiramman. I didn't expect you to be here as well. [She gestures to the chair next to her for Cait to sit down- if she wants to.]
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[personal profile] kirammans 2025-05-18 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Cait smiles. It's a touch thin. Perhaps there will always be a moment in which Cait thinks she's being tricked, but this feels real enough. After a slight moment of hesitation, she pulls out the chair to sit, spine straight as she looks to the other woman.

She's sorry she's here. But it's no way to start a conversation.]


I didn't expect to see you here today.

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[personal profile] longredribbon 2025-05-17 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ About to reach with his chopsticks for another bite of food, Wei Wuxian glances over. Each of what's on his plate, in one way or another, has seasonings as brilliantly red as her cloak. Particularly the peppers. ]

Not at all!

[ Most pleasantly replied. (The Lawspeaker has clearly yet to begin their speech.) ]

I'm just exploring what's offered. You?
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[personal profile] goldwraith 2025-05-17 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's not hard to conclude it's extremely spicy what he's eating. A thought crosses her that maybe spicy things will jolt her more awake. She still feels like she's floating and her mind is swimming, as she just woke up.

The man looks as if he's mostly familiar with whatever's going on, so sticking close to him to figure out what's going on is an ongoing plan.]


Sobering up after a night of not drinking, [she tries to lighten the mood and ignore the headache.] Especially as this is not the place where I fell asleep.
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[personal profile] longredribbon 2025-05-18 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, but he really has absolutely no clue. ]

Nor I. I'm usually with my husband, so I'm really wondering just whereabouts he is!

[ Hmm- ]

Do you feel this is some sort of one massive, collective dream?

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[personal profile] thephotosynthesis 2025-05-19 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
Probably something like that.

[Olivia grabs a blue shot, considering it only briefly before downing the whole thing. In her experience, a little "liquid courage" works wonders for resisting the siren call of madness.]

Shall we go together? I may not look it, but I'm pretty capable in a pinch, and I did come armed. [There's a bag hanging from one of the handles of her wheelchair. There seems to be a dented lead pipe in there.]
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[personal profile] goldwraith 2025-05-20 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
[After seeing the girl drink it up, and few others around them as well, Mel opens the bottle with golden liquid and drinks it. It has odd taste of sparks, maybe electricity? She makes a face as her mouth briefly burns from the sensation, but it's gone fast, feeling more awake than she was a moment ago.]

Hm. It's actually helpful.

[Tossing the bottle aside, she gives the girl a nod, and wraps her shoulders and neck with her red cloak, and cracks her fingers one by one.]

I am adept in shields and illumination. If we're on guard, we shouldn't have much trouble. [The golden shot will make sure she remains awake and aware for a LONG time.]
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[personal profile] thephotosynthesis 2025-05-21 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
I think mine was just vodka. [Strong stuff, though.]

Well, that's not really a bad thing, either. If there's anything really nasty in there, I might not want to be too sober for it.

Lead the way?
fatedfinality: ʙᴜᴛ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ɪᴛ. (I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ LIKE ᴛʜɪs ɢᴀᴍᴇ)

4. text. @agonyuncle

[personal profile] fatedfinality 2025-05-19 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
I'd argue that depends on how the path is carved. Ones bloody and paved on the suffering of others might seem worse off than those simply wandering lost.
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[personal profile] goldwraith 2025-05-20 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
Well, that is on the carver to decide. There are shades of it. I've seen them all.

[And used them all as well. She is not innocent. She feels bad, yes, but doesn't regret it.]
fatedfinality: ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ (ʏᴏᴜʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ.)

[personal profile] fatedfinality 2025-06-12 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
I've seen plenty myself, so you're in good company there.

I'd much rather be the carver than the carved too, if I'm being perfectly honest.