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pixieledmemes2025-05-15 12:28 am
Test Drive Meme #3
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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.
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.
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.
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.
1 ☆ The Party
with some expectations.At first glance the man had the appearance of a sinner, which was more Lucifer's domain than his, but he could still spot the difference. Deciding to make his way over to ask the sinner if he had seen a certain hellborn pass by after he lost track of him in the maze, he stopped short as the man asked one of his own.
"You mean... the stars?" Stolas blinked, looking up. "They are quite beautiful, are they not? I'm sure you don't get to see a lot of them in Pride."
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"That's right, Pajarito, we don't. Haven't seen them since I died. And here you are showing them up."
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Peeling his eyes away he sets his sight on the moth, giving him an awkward smile with a short hooting chuckle to match. "Oh... ah... Thank you. I appreciate the complement." He pauses to clear his throat. "I take it that you only just arrived like myself. Its already too late for me, but I was warned not to eat the food."
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"Tsk, too late little birdy. I'm stuck here, same as you... You're that prince, aren't you? I've seen you on the news."
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Stolas’ face scrunches awkwardly, a talon toying with the butt of the cigarette. "You saw that? I wasn't aware sinners were involved with the politics of Hell, outside your own Ring that is.... That... that would be me... yes."
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He offers a light, holding the flame up with an easy smile, his lower arms crossed.
"Valentino," he introduces, "I suppose you royals wouldn't be the type to enjoy my films?"
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There was another little nod of gratitude as he lit his cigarette.
"Valentino?" He repeats thoughtfully, before his head tilts at him. "Films? You're a film maker? Oh! What types of films do you produce? I personally love romantic comedies."
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He lights up his own cigarette and nods, a cloud of red smoke drifting and curling round the pair as he speaks. "...Adult fare, mostly, some you might call romance. Vox has plenty of comedies on the air. You should come see Pentagram City sometime, we could should you round the Entertainment District as our very special VIP."
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"Oh, I see..." The owl hoots, trying to give the moth a courteous smile, "Then you would be correct in saying that I haven't seen your work. I do know someone who lives in Imp City which I frequent." And currently lives with, buuuuuut he wasn't going to get into that. "Pentagon City is close by, so maybe I can possibly pass through."
Stolas brings the cigarette up to his beak and finally takes a long drag off from it. The intoxicating effects were almost immediate, causing the owl's vision to blur as a pleasant sensation buzzed in his lungs. It made him feel light headed and the goetia swayed, catching on to the sinner's shoulders to steady himself. Oh shit.... What is in that?
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Red smoke almost seems to caress Stolas' cheek and the moth gives a soft chuckle, a hand settling at the small of the owl's back to help steady him.
"It's good shit, isn't it?" he purred, blowing a slow stream of smoke towards him.
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The goetia groans, leaning his whole body weight into the man. There was a creeping tingling sensation that crept through his body, prickling down his limbs. If he had his powers, he could defend himself, turn the sinner to stone with a glance, turn into his full demon form, portal away, something. If his head wasn't drowning in a thick haze, he would have felt horrible being so vulnerable. Naked as a little fledgling owlet.
But then came the second wave, this time straight of the demon's mouth. Already compromised but the first puff, Stolas didn't even try to hold his breath, breathing in the full force of the moth's pheromones. That pleasant poison set his lungs on fire as he coughed. He... he couldn't feel his legs anymore, his knees trembling and he draped both arms over Valentino's shoulders. He pressed his cheek into the soft ruffle of fur around the moth's neck, mumbling into in as his vision swam in and out of focus.
"... Blitz?... Where is B-B...litz?"
Belated CW: Drugging, mild SA undertones
"Come, mi Pajarito, shh. Let's find you somewhere to sit down, mmm?"
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His second thought comes in Verosika's voice. You want to change? That starts with good for him, hope he gets laid.
He almost listens to those thoughts. He almost leaves. But he knows Stolas and something about this feels wrong. Then he hears his name in that plaintive tone and oh, this wasn't jealousy making him see things, Stolas is really in trouble.
He strides over, still wearing nothing but Stolas' too big pants. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters except that a certain fucking fly is about to get swatted.
"Hey, Velcro!" Blitzø hurls a fistful of weirdly candy flavored pasta straight at Valentino's face. "I've said it before and I'll say it again: get the fuck away from my bottom, bitch!"
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He very near drops Stolas in his confusion, but manages to keep him upright.
"Oh this is your Birdie?" he asks innocently. "I only offered him a cigarette, Corazón. Bit of a lightweight, huh?"
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If looks could kill. The owl shot up the nastiest glare up at the sinner. If his brain didn't feel like it was swimming in its own juices, had half a mind to headbutt him square in the jaw. Also Val was the only thing supporting him from falling boneless to the ground.
His head flopped back to shoot the imp a desperate look.
"Bliiiiitz... You left meee."
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Well, not right now he shouldn't, that's for sure.
He slides an arm around Stolas' waist and shoves between him and Valentino. He isn't expressly trying to hurt the moth, but he's also definitely not being careful with his horns. If he weren't mainly worried about Stolas, he'd probably be attacking with something more dangerous than pasta by now, but as it stands, he's got his priorities in order. Stolas is more important than picking a fight.
"A cigarette, huh? Let's see." Blitzø plucks it from Stolas' hand and, before anyone can stop him, takes a long drag.
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or by how shirtless he still was, but Blitzø's embrace felt warm. e nuzzled into the crook of his neck and just exhaled a soft coo.That is until he saw Blitzø snatch the cigarette from him and his heart spiked. His arms left like lead weights, until to stop him in time from taking a hit.
"Blitz! What are you doing?!"
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"That," he says viciously, "is a fucking roofie."
Blitzø squeezes Stolas' arm gently, trying to reassure him without words that Blitzø knows what he's doing.
For once, he even actually does. Sort of.
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"Tsk, you seem fine."
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"Blitz?" The goetia's voice was dipped with concern.
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He drops the cigarette to the ground and gathers Stolas more securely in his arms. "Also, I've never paid a cent for Angel Dust's movies. I pirated all of them."