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pixieledmemes2026-02-15 11:45 pm
Test Drive Meme #7
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CW: alcoholism
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 or take a jello shot. 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.
As winter and darkness still rage on within the realm, the Ruler of the Winter Court accompanied by the Ruler of the Dark Court have decided to appease their pets constituents once again after Earl Ahri was terribly possessed last month. And what better way to do it than to throw a college-themed house party? With the prince's extensive (and shallow) knowledge of the human world, he thought it's just fitting to throw a party where most Adopted "get wild and drunk" and "high and happy" as it were. After all, college is when most human pets are the happiest, right? The Earl's only request is for the gathering to occur at night.
With this in mind, the party's held in a huge suburbian mansion that seems to have endless rooms, much like the faerie castle. Decors include cheap streamers and balloons haphazardly thrown all over couches and chairs. There are jello shots, snacks, and empty bottles of liquor everywhere as if no one bothered to clean them up. If an Adopted takes a single jello shot, they would feel more and more inebriated as the night wears on.
Of course, different fae have joined in on the fun. All of them are dressed in early 2000's fashion, while some are in jersey uniforms, pretending to be human with varying levels of success. They can be heard talking to each other using words like "no biggie" or "right on, my man" without sounding natural or with a strange accent. They can also be seen crowding nearby next to an Adopted and gossiping about them.
As the party winds down and everyone's eaten, a tall, stately woman stands up on one of the tables 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.
CW: forced confession
In one of the rooms an Adopted will chance upon, everyone seems to be wearing an ugly sweater. Seems harmless enough. After all, the other rooms contained a variety of surprises. Some have fae making out inside. Another have some fae gathered comforting another fae crying their heart out because they were dumped in front of a Taco Bell. Usual college party drama.
So, this room should be fine. Except the moment an Adopted steps in, they're instantly wearing a restricting ugly sweater. That should be alright. It's just a sweater. It can be taken off.
Guess again. Because any attempts to pull it off will prove futile, either by the Adopted wearing it or by another Adopted. It's also resistant to any magical or elemental attacks. Glamor spells, transmutation, shapeshifting, phasing through don't appear to work either. An Adopted's just stuck wearing it.
What's worse is that the ugly sweater's not just, well, ugly, but it also reveals an Adopted's deepest, darkest secret as knitted text on the fabric. As the Adopted looks around, everyone wearing an ugly sweater within this room has some sort of statement on them. A secret the wearer's trying to hide. If that's the case, an Adopted can just leave the room and the sweater will disappear, right?
The thing is, the only way out is to give more context to the secret displayed on the ugly sweater, share the story behind it, and accept it as a known fact about themselves. Or an Adopted can share another secret. One cat's out of the bag, anyway.
CW: forced telepathy/mind reading, forced empathy bonding, forced participation, forced truth sharing, loss of agency
A college party won't be complete without a display of some school spirit. Faerie University (F.U.) is a renowned institution, after all, and its students pride themselves of representing their alma mater well.
With this said, everyone attending the party has to be wearing one of the many college pins up for grabs before entering. The pins themselves all have some kind of flower on them and whoever pair wears the exact same one will find they're able to read each other's minds or feel each other's emotions depending on the pin they put on below:
- Marigold Pin: It's odd how you can hear the thoughts of the person beside or near you. Maybe you're both in the same room or suddenly beside each other. Whatever it is, this Adopted's thoughts are loud, and if you reply to them in your head, they will actually be able to hear you, too.
- Bleeding Heart Pin: The sorrow that radiates from this Adopted beside you, even when they look so composed, is hard to ignore and impossible not to feel. Even their joy, stress, anger, embarrassment, and maybe even their lust. Whatever it is, you share in the emotion. Do you tell the other person or just bask in this feeling?
But wait, there's more! The school spirit won't be complete without the annual F.U. Keg Stand Competition. Participants who are curious to try, as well as forced by some fae through the power of a Compelling Spell that's impossible to shake nor dispell, will find themselves drinking some pretty good beer.
So good, in fact, that it's not actually beer. It's a truth serum. After all, the real prize of the competition are the lies we cannot say.
As soon as a participant's turn is over, they would feel instantly tipsy, and immediately dropping truth bombs unprompted. Is it a crush? Did you kill someone's loved one? Did you sleep with a fae? Whatever it might be, it's coming out whether an Adopted likes it or not.
If an Adopted is a spectator of the competition, they might also be affected to a lesser degree. The smell of the beer is powerful and a single whiff might make one vulnerable to telling the truth upon closer interrogation.
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.
Tell us all of a time you forgot something or someone important to you. A reward might await the most truthful answer given.
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He closes his eyes.]
Verso got to die for his sister. Why shouldn't I?
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[She manages to keep her tone cold, detached. But the truths keep spilling out of her, no matter how much she'd like to make some pithy, rude comment that means nothing and hides her pain.]
I can't help but hate Verso for what he did. Almost as much as I love him for it.
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Yeah. I think I get it. I would've felt the same about Clea, if she'd done that. [His Clea, of course.]
But he would've hated himself if he let Alicia die. I'm sure you know that.
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[Verso saved Alicia, because he could make no other choice. And Clea is left alone in the ashes.]
And that's why I have to kill them all.
[Every last person who put her brother in that position, who forced him into that choice that wasn't a choice.]
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I think your eagerness towards extermination isn't helping some of these issues. [He can't say that hurting the people who hurt Alicia is wrong, exactly, but. Well. He's been on the other side of Clea's wrath.]
All of you are set in your ways, and that's why we're in this mess.
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[She wasn't good enough. It was her job to look after Verso and Alicia, to keep them safe. She was responsible for them, because she was the oldest.]
I'm tired of this war, too. [Another too-truthful admission born of the drink.] Extermination is the only way to end it.
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[Ugh. He rubs his head.]
I think you should kill me before I say anything else.
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[He wants to die. She wants him dead. Unfortunately, as things stand, their mutual goal can't be realised. Not until Aline is sufficiently weakened to eject her from the Canvas and Renoir follows. And now Maelle might not want to leave...]
All I do is try to clean up the mess, and it only gets worse. I want to 'win' because— [She manages a brief stutter, just a hint of a pause between the undesired impulse to tell the truth and the truth coming out.] I want my family back. I want my father back. I—
[Another stutter. Another lie stripped away. Another painful truth.]
I want, que Dieu m’aide, I want my mother.
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[It's pathetic. Begging. But he doesn't feel so bad when she admits to the girlish loneliness, the ache of a child forced to deal with too much.]
...Me too. [Even if he's a fake, Aline is still his mother. In some way. At the expense of her other family.] But the best I can do is try to give her back to you.
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Whatever it is, she reaches into her pocket, and pulls out her knife.]
Verso was never this pathetic.
[She likes to think her little brother would never have ended up so weak, so enervated, that he would beg for his own death.
She takes a step forward and holds the knife to his throat, though she doesn't press hard enough to draw blood.]
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He tilts his neck up, willing and exposed like a lamb to the slaughter.]
Verso had the privilege of actually dying.
cw: i think this counts as suicide-baiting
There's a long moment of holding him there at knifepoint, in which she debates whether she would actually do it. Does she want to watch him bleed out, knowing he'll come right back? Does she want to see a throat that looks like her brother's slashed, her brother's lifeblood spilling on the ground, her brother's face contorted in pain? Would she get any satisfaction at all out of that, or would it only hurt?
Slowly, gently, she reaches for his hand, her fingers curling over his, and then she abruptly yanks his hand upwards to put it on the knife hilt as she gives him a little shove away from her.]
If you're that desperate, at least have the courage to do it yourself.
cw discussion of suicide
The courage. Hah. Maybe she's right, he's too pathetic to do it himself. He gave up on that a long time ago.
So he just sighs and tosses the knife away.]
Are we done, then?
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I suppose we are. Better to part ways than continue like this.
[Forced to tell the truth. Forced to share their vulnerabilities with each other like a dog rolling over to bare its belly. How she loathes it.]
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