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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.
no subject
[Cliff's grin is a tiny bit malicious.]
Bad people don't learn until it hurts them personally.
no subject
Because violence hurts.
[And pretty much everyone is bigger and badder than she is. Even with the training Spike has been giving her in grappling.]
I know... But... I don't like it. [And that's valid, damn it.]
no subject
[...he likes it]
But you can't go around pretending it's not necessary sometimes. The bullies stomp on the weak. And you gotta be ready to punch back.
no subject
[Just. Eventually.]
I mean, look at my bloody sweater!
no subject
[Punching needs to involve actual blood, not British slang blood.]
Dion and Xingchen are teaching me to use a sword.
no subject
[She'd been in the middle of a heated argument with him. Only Bill stepping in had saved Fagin from having her claws raked over his face.]
Really! I've got a dagger Spike's been teaching me to use. And, well, these real cool gloves? They're like cat paws, with claws on the end.
But I mean, I still don't like hurting people.
no subject
[Cliff crosses his arms and ponders deeply.]
...I'll accept it.
Lemme see the gloves.
[He holds out his hands for her property because of course he deserves to touch her things.]
no subject
Spike gave it to me. It's fun, ain't it? Like a cat.
no subject
Huh!
[Cliff makes a sound of actual interest for the first time that they have known each other.]
Kinda neat.
[He turns it over in his hands a few times.]
Not really my style but sort of... Catwoman. Yeah, you can probably pull this off. But like, still cool to have a big pointy stick.
no subject
Who's Catwoman?
no subject
I mean, she's not supposed to be real but she'll probably show up here one of these days 'cause why not. She's a comic book character.
no subject
Well, I mean, I never did any house burglaring myself, but... [She winks] I do have a cat now.
[She is green, grows plants, and is named Flora.]
no subject
[actually he's not sure what purpose the occasional cats served]
Anyway, you should steal shit from the faes and give it to me.
no subject
Oh, this assignment she does understand. All too well.]
I'll pass on that one, thank you very much.
no subject
[more of a poison ivy person
since
he's a dog]
Anyway why not you could be like Robin Hood. But giving to me. I'm sorta poor. Actually I am poor I've got no money.
no subject
I don't do that no more. Besides, no one's poor here, so long as you got something to trade.
no subject
[Abruptly he stands.]
Like, right now, I want more to drink and also I'm tired of whatever this shit is. When do we get to leave?
[He will saunter over and grab a few more cups of beer.]
no subject
Oh oh! Gimme one! [grabby hands.] You could always try t'just go?
no subject
[He rolls his eyes as if this suggestion is egregious.]
Did you not bounce into the invisible barrier thing?
[She is handed a solo cup of beer.]
no subject
I usually don't leave till the end.
[This pint-sized cutie shuts the bar down]
no subject
...Uh-huh.
[He rolls his eyes slightly at this answer because admitting she enjoys these parties is definitely lame.]
Well anyway. We're stuck. So like. Maybe we can burn this building down.