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pixieledmemes2025-01-15 09:46 am
Test Drive Meme #1
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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 seems to be a holiday party of some sort, if the large, candle-decorated pine tree in the middle of the tables is any indication. While the party appears to be outside, the temperature is mild and pleasant within the gates and hedges sectioning the party off from the rest of the garden. Stars twinkle overhead, a full moon hanging in the sky, as fluffy flakes of oddly not-cold snow drift to the ground. Some of the hosts dance in a circle around the pine tree, moving their hands around in odd patterns as their feet move; it seems to make the tree glow. The mood seems to be festive, with everyone smiling brightly. Their chipper voices sometimes crescendo louder than the soft chamber music that's being performed in the corner; their laughter rings out like little bells now and then as people get settled.
There are candles and sprigs of pine on every table accenting the festive spread of food and drinks. There are cookies, olives and cheese and crackers, various sliced meats, cranberries and oranges, chocolate coins, fried potatoes of every shape and style, warmed cider and mulled wine, and every other type of food you might be craving.
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.
In front of you sits a spinning top with symbols you don't recognize on each of its four sides. Next to it is a pile of chocolate coins. Someone nearby helpfully explains that you'll need a second player to bet against, but they at least are willing to take a second to explain the rules.
Each round, each player puts a coin into the pot. Then they take turns spinning the top, taking an action depending on the symbol that is landed on. The wind chime means you do nothing. The coin means you take everything in the pot. The sword means you take half of everything in the pot (half plus one if there is an odd number). The hand means you put a piece of your winnings back in the pot. When one person owns every chocolate coin and the other person is left with nothing, they have won the game.
Perhaps you should try and flag someone down to play a game to figure out what's going on around here. After all, half of the party guests look about as confused as you do, and it might be a nice idea to start getting to know the other people here.
Tucked away in a corner sits the dessert table. Each cake, cookie, and pastry has signs next to them:
Warning: Do Not Eat
But everything else you've had tonight doesn't seem to have an effect, so what's the harm in a little sweet treat? You dig in, and then, without your knowledge, something changes about you. What those changes are, exactly, is dependent on the desserts you've eaten. Luckily the effect is only temporary; some only last a matter of minutes, some last hours, but either way as soon as you leave the party, you'll be cured.
Types of Desserts
- Cakes: You will believe you've lived in the Fae Realm your whole life and belong there
- Cookies: You will shrink down to about two inches tall
- Pies: You will forget someone important to you
- Candies: You will no longer be able to tell any lies
- Custards: You will grow a tail, antennae, wings, or any combination thereof
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 received a gift. It could be one you enjoyed or one you did not. Perhaps a particularly amusing story will be rewarded.
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Mister Stark?
[ Peter's eyes go wide as he takes in Tony's form. It's almost as if no time has passed. In his shock, he doesn't notice how he's approaching closer. The stress of finding himself here, not knowing how to go back when he has finals damn it, the way no one back home remembers who he is and he can't say anything to keep them safe, and the image of his dead colleague and friend and mentor figure in front of him, all taking its toll like a wave crashing to shore.
And maybe he's also going to attempt to crash into Tony. Kind of. ] You're here, I - [ Is he actually dead now too??? ]
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Yeah, I'm here. [ A beat. ] What are, uh. What're you doing here though? [ Child, if you are dead, Tony is killing you. ]
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[ He'll let that hug linger for a beat or two because it feels good before he pulls away. ]
I mean, I'm not dead, am I? It's really good to see you, though.
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[ Tony is also confused! And extremely anxious about all of this. And he acknowledges that him being here is probably most of the reason. But- Maybe this is not the afterlife and is instead a dream.
...If he wakes up tomorrow without having invented time travel he's going to kill something. ]
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[ And Peter's immediately brought back to that time Tony dies, how he told him they did it and they won, as his gaze travels down to his singed armor. He noticed it instantly earlier, sure, but it's only now that it fully dawns on him as they're talking about death. The adrenaline gradually seeping out of him.
He swallows a lump in his throat, as he tries to gather his voice once more. ] - it's just really nice to see you. I can't believe I'd even get a chance again. [ His words come out trembling, as does the smile he wields. ]
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I'm up and walkin' around again, right? [ So logically, no one here was dead! Or at least that's the logic Tony is deciding to imply right now. ]
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[ And then, the cakes hit, which is actually palpable by the way Peter pauses, blinks, and a relaxed, almost relieved smile tugs up his lips. ]
Yeah, we're gonna be fine. I mean, the fae won't let us down, anyway. They need our help so I think we should help 'em out, you know?
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[ Oh he of little faith. ]
But- You're right. We can- Probably help with whatever they need us for. [ Mostly said just to not freak the kid out. ]
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[ It can't be All That Bad, right? As the panic Peter initially felt slowly dissipates, he's starting to see the light more and more. Kind of. ]
Maybe this is also where we're meant to be.