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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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pentacled: (hopkins ⛧ uh huhhh)

[personal profile] pentacled 2025-05-23 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ faquarl's very cognizant of how much time the fae has left. he needs him alive. he crouches near to him, so he's better at his level, and he listens keenly: noting the pallor to his skin, counting his ragged, gurgling breaths, hearing the elevated rush of pulse. despite the uncertainty inherent in both of their situations, he hadn't meant to cause him alarm. ]

Would you prefer that?

[ the humor had caught faquarl off guard, pleasantly so; it's not unwelcome, and he can't help the smile that tugs at a corner of his mouth, the low chuckle that follows. but it's not an emotion that shows long. he suddenly feels a sharp flash of anger, actually, that he should have found this fae dying instead of some human. ]

A quicker death. [ he eyes the vines creeping about lucien's limbs, one of which he reaches out to to halt its pace; if he didn't pass from his wounds, then they both surely know that strangulation awaits: ] Because I'm not keen on letting this maze take you, either.
autumnsrunaway: a man in a copper fox mask with long red hair and pointed ears looks forward with a neutral expression (neutral)

[personal profile] autumnsrunaway 2025-05-26 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Lucien eyes the man- not a man- the something that wears the shape of a man- warily. His mechanical eye clicks softly- it's no use, the lens that helps him see through illusions is jammed back- and he swallows, processing the offer.]

[slowly, his hand on the dagger loosens until it slips onto the ground, assuming that's how this creature will do the deed. Lucien nods curtly.]


Hel-help me turn over. [he rasps, face smoothing over and jaw setting in hard acceptance. It's pithy, but he'd rather go out looking at the sky.]
Edited (icon) 2025-05-26 07:10 (UTC)
pentacled: (hopkins ⛧ forsrs)

[personal profile] pentacled 2025-05-26 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ if lucien had decided, right there and now, that he would rather keep fighting through this - faquarl included - he’s not sure how surprised he'd have taken that. find it admirable to an extent, no matter the apparent futility. lucien may notice the twin blue flames that flare from deep within the man's eyes at the thought. the light dims again when he appreciates the nod. ]

[ he gingerly retrieves, by a forefinger and thumb, the fallen dagger by the end of its handle. ]

You’ll return soon, I believe. This realm disfavors the permanency of our deaths. With a hop and a skip, we all spring back from the grave, whether we should like it or not. And then, with everything allegedly as right as rain again, you can continue your fight.

[ with quick and decisive motions, the dagger slices through a few remaining vines - faquarl pulls him away from the treacherous hedge, arranging him so that he can appreciate the distant twinkling of stars. ]
autumnsrunaway: a man in a copper fox mask with long red hair and pointed ears smiles. he is surronded by a decorative circular floral border (Default)

[personal profile] autumnsrunaway 2025-06-01 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Accepting death was something Lucien had gotten used to in the months before being "Adopted." It was honestly a wonder he had been taken alive. The difference, here, is that he has no High Lord to die for, to gladly accept his death to serve. No Feyre, the strange little human who'd wormed her way into his heart, to die for either. No, here he was dying for nothing but his own broken body, the right combination of injuries rendering him as mortal as any human.]

[Lucien nods at the creature's words.]


Do it.
pentacled: (hopkins ⛧ 6)

cw: consuming a person

[personal profile] pentacled 2025-06-01 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ as you'd like, faquarl thinks.

he gives a brief smile at the request, contemplating lucien for just a second longer. faquarl doesn't lift the dagger; instead, he ducks forward a touch, mindful so as not to disturb his view of the sky. his jaws part, and there's a slight distortion in the air, like heat on asphalt. out from the man's mouth extends the shimmering outline of tendrils that strain hungrily toward lucien's chest.
]

[ it's quick, just as he'd assured. he may feel something very "other" pressing in on his spiritual being, swirling against it with an erosive, feverish intensity. there is no physical pain. faquarl stands, tucking away one of the daggers into a coat pocket. he retrieves the other and does the same. the space is empty now, but for the remains of shredded vines and bloodstained grass from lucien's prior injuries. ]

[ he's re-energized. time to get a move on again until he could finally discover a way out of their godforsaken labyrinth. ]
Edited (forgot my cw!!!!!! and typos) 2025-06-01 16:58 (UTC)