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Pixie Led Mods ([personal profile] changelinged) wrote in [community profile] pixieledmemes2025-07-15 09:03 am
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Test Drive Meme #4

TDM #4 - July/August 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.

Unlike all of the other parties the Adopted have attended thus far, this one lacks the fae's usual easy elegance and ethereal beauty. Instead of dresses drenched in shining pearls and gems or sturdy tables full of the most mouth-watering food around, this party looks... cheap.

While the chasm between the Seelie and Unseelie courts has stopped growing, it also hasn't started shrinking. But when it comes to party planning, the Day Duke and the Summer Queen have thrown out the more traditional kind of party in favor of a summer celebration that their human pets might be familiar with. A Renaissance Faire.

But this is the fae interpretation of a human Ren Faire, complete with cheap, itchy costumes, cardboard stalls in the marketplace, and soft, plastic weaponry. Even the fae themselves seem to have gotten into the spirit of the event, masquerading - poorly - as humans playing faerie creatures. Everything within this crafted townsquare is absolutely fake, except for the plentiful faire food and drink that can not be avoided. Newcomers will have massive turkey legs, steaming apple dumplings, and overflowing wooden mugs shoved into their hands as they stroll through the faire.

As the party winds down and everyone's eaten, a tall, stately elf 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.


🦋 We're the Rats

CW: loss of agency, character death

Between the faeries cosplaying as humans - flat, bland wigs and all - Adopted may catch a glimpse or three of strange figures slinking through the crowd, all dressed up in the same cheap robes, wearing masks made up to look like rats. If an Adopted attempts to catch one of these figures, they’ll find themselves drawn away from the lively crowd into some darkened corner of the faire, where the sound of the festival doesn’t quite reach. The rat man will say nothing if spoken to, only holding out a shining, jeweled crown that all Adopted will feel compelled to wear before they scurry away without a word.

And for most of the party, the rat men seem harmless enough, lurking around and handing out crowns, making a point to hit most of the Seelie court’s Adopted in particular. It just seems like another strange misinterpretation of human tradition by the fae, unintentionally sinister when really it’s all for fun.

But then the party goes silent.

One of the rat men descends into the market square with a cheeky little dance, pipe in hand, already playing a jaunty tune that carries from one end of the faire to the other. Any Adopted wearing a crown will be unable to resist the call of the music, dancing along to every note. And as the figure masquerading as a rat begins to step backwards away from the crowd, they'll find themselves following right after him, forced to mimic his every step.

If they are not stopped by those without crowns, the Adopted will eventually dance themselves right into the forest with their piper, blindly following him even as the trees themselves begin to twist in around them. The further they get from the party, the more the brush becomes so thick it suffocates, vines and branches curling around limbs, trapping the Adopted long enough that they'll be swallowed up completely by the forest, returned to their dorm bedrooms by morning.


🦋 Faire Festivities

CW: loss of agency, unintentional harm, blood and gore

There is a veritable trove of activities the adopted can pick from to entertain themselves for the evening as they battle the relentless heat and scorching sun. But don't be fooled, the activities present aren't mundane and offer some thrilling options.

It should be noted that while of the other weapons to be found all over the faire are plastic, Adopted will see for themselves that there is no mistaking that the items used in these games are incredibly real.

    🦋 Axe throwing & Archery: Of course, this sounds simple enough, but upon stepping up and picking up your axe or bow, you will find that you cannot stop until all arrows or axes are used (the number of which we leave to you). And your target? Why another Adopted, of course. In a blink, some random Adopted (be they known to you or not) will be selected and strapped to the target board, unable to teleport or wiggle free, trapped in much the same way you are. Until the last munition is used, neither of you can escape.
    Hope you have good aim.
    🦋 Jousting: Three parties are at war for the jousting trophy - the Seelie, the Unseelie, and the Adopted. Now's your chance to ride for your chosen patron's honor and saddle up. Upon getting on the horse of your chosen patron, it will become impossible to dismount until you win or lose. Take up your lance and shield (did we mention they didn't offer armor?) and knock your opponent off their horse first or risk your own impalement and subsequent dishonor.
    Do not fear, no matter what happens during this event, the horses will be perfectly safe. The Adopted however do not have that same protection.
    🦋 Darts: Seems simple enough. Much like the other games, once you begin to play you cannot stop until you and your partner reach 0. Upon starting, everything is normal other than the compulsion, but once the first dart is thrown? Well, your partner better have a good constitution because when either of you throw, the other will be hurt in turn. The closer to the bullseye you are, the more painful it will be.
    Isn't teamwork great?

🦋 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, tell us all of a time when you saw through a facade that fooled everyone around you. Perhaps the most compelling story will receive a reward from us.



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Darts

[personal profile] youknowwhothisis 2025-07-16 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
[He knew it. He knew that, at some point past the whole 'food = you're fucked' deal, things would conspire to piss him off. Now here he was, fighting to keep his composure from going beyond a simple displeasure, idly juggling a dart along his fingers as he scoffed.]

Better than you, no doubt. I'll even let you go first so you get a little glimmer of hope.
deerme: (That's the tea)

[personal profile] deerme 2025-07-16 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ There is a short list of people that Alastor would like to "lose" with to prolong the game, and therefore, the pain and one of them just so happens to be his current partner. Yet there is also the underlying challenge between them that has existed since the day Lucifer showed up at the Hotel. ]

You're so gracious, sir. [ The laugh that follows is absolutely fake. ] I insist you go first, age before beauty, after all.
youknowwhothisis: (pic#16966158)

[personal profile] youknowwhothisis 2025-07-16 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
[...You just had to say short list, didn't you.]

Y'know you're a fossil too, right? But some of us don't walk around in a ratty old coat and look our age!

[But fine! He'll go first, then. He finished the juggling and stepped into position. He hadn't played things like this in a while, but he could develop the muscle memory well enough. After a fashion, he let fly. 501 sounded like a good chunk of points, but those tended to dwindle fairly quickly once you got going. He landed a 12, a 12 and a 5 just past the inner ring. Damn. He'll probably get closer to it next time, get himself some triples and get nasty.

A 29 wasn't a half-bad start, though.]
deerme: (I said no and now he's pissy)

[personal profile] deerme 2025-07-16 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh dear me, did I~? What a terrible mistake~ ]

I don't predate the creation of all humanity, sir. It's hard to find good taste in clothing these days, as is evident by your own wardrobe. You must have spent most of your time on your skincare while the rest of us work our days away.

[ They're just missing Charlie and their popcorn gallery as they snipe at each other. Alastor watches as Lucifer throws his darts first - fingers tapping on his cane when that last one scores so low.

Canned applause plays after the last dart lands and he moves to pick up his own three darts. ]
Bravo, sir. I'm certain you'll manage to get a better score next time.

[ The mockery in his voice. His own darts fly. An 18, a 12, and a 5 - almost nearly the same score but of course... better. ] Dear me, my hand must have slipped on that last one.

[ Lies~ ]
youknowwhothisis: (pic#16979451)

[personal profile] youknowwhothisis 2025-07-18 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Any displeasure at his scoring wasn't evident. They'd only just started after all, and 501 points were going to take a bit. He leaned on his own cane.]

It pays to look presentable, Bellhop!

[That score Alastor made was... close, though. He certainly didn't like that. But he sniffed, and little else. But that was weird, were there mosquitoes or something around? The king looked himself over for any signs of the little bitey bastards. He was mildly distracted when he spoke.]

If you feel your wrist giving out, you're more than welcome to throw in the towel. I played games like this all the time with the other Deadly Sins~

[Then he threw a cocky grin, and went to retrieve the darts to have his go. He practically hopped into place and got started. Let's focus on an area here...

9! Well, shit.

...Triple 12! Better. Finally.

11. Eh. We'll take it.]


There, now! I think I'm properly warmed up.
deerme: (Or is it based on his support?)

[personal profile] deerme 2025-07-19 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ Alastor folds his hands behind his back, cane included. ]

You dress quite suitably for selling peanuts at a circus, sir~

[ Needling Lucifer is both entertaining and irritating at the same time, always a fine line between being amused and being turned into a smear. Honestly, quite thrilling at times. He'd noticed the pricks of pain when Lucifer threw his darts the first time, but why bother dropping that tidbit of information? ]

And leave you without a partner? Perish the thought! [ His head cocks to the side just a little bit too much. ] Oh, is that what you do while your daughter is out there trying to redeem sinners?

[ Rather than retrieve his darts, his shadow does it for him, depositing them in his hand. Away his darts go.

A double 19, a double 18, and a 17. Alastor throws them like an old pro. Darts was popular back when he was alive, after all. ]


So good of you to finally catch up.