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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.
rikku | ffx-2
To be totally fair, this is not the weirdest place Rikku has woken up. But it’s definitely in the top ten.
She watches a flock of tiny red-haired, winged people zip past her (are their ears pointy?), and mentally revises her list to include this in the top three. She checks to make sure her sphere grid is still at her hip, and counts to ten before working up the nerve to ask a man with goat’s legs what the heck is going on.
This party is for you! Okay, that’s really neat and all, but nobody will give her a straight answer about what she did to deserve a party. Not that she’s complaining, exactly. No reason to look a gift chocobo in the beak. But it’s all a little... too weird for her, and she wonders if she can navigate through the crowd of not-exactly-humans to find a way out of here. She gathers up her courage and gets up from her chair—only to sit right back down when a platter of unknown but very delicious-looking fruit in front of her and her stomach gives a demanding grumble at the sight of it.
Well, okay, maybe just a bite. Then she’ll high tail it out of here for sure!
One bite turns into three, six, seventeen, and she can’t believe how fruits she doesn’t even know the names of can taste so good. She flags down someone who looks more-or-less human (hey, at least she isn’t alone at this funky feast), and holds the mystery fruit in front of their face. She sounds a lot less wary and a lot more bubbly than perhaps this situation calls for.
“Hey, have you tried this? Do you know what it is? You’ve gotta have a bite, it’s like, sweet-tart-sour-something all at once!”
ii. and shut the dj down [spinning top]
Rikku cracks her knuckles and grins when she realizes there’s gambling afoot. Not for anything really worth any gil, but she won’t turn down a chance at winning some free chocolate. Sure, she could use a bit of Lady Luck for this, but surely she’s got enough luck on her own to stomp the competition.
She loses to two tengus and a leshy before plopping herself down across the table from someone she thinks will be an easy mark. She offers them a wide smile, and she flicks the top so it does a really cool flip and lands on its spinning point (this is the fifteenth time she’s tried this, and the first time it’s worked, so maybe her luck is starting to kick in).
“How about a game, huh? Take a minute not to look at the snake-ladies and the goat-men. Where’re you from? What’s it like? Do you think we’re all caught in some freaky hallucination, or is this somehow real?”
As she speaks, she tosses a chocolate coin into the pot then gives the top a spin, and it lands on a chime. Visibly pouting, she pushes the top towards her partner with a single, yellow-polished finger. “You’re up.”
iii. tonight we’re takin’ over [eat me]
Do Not Eat
Yeah, as if she’s ever listened to a sign in her life.
Rules are for breaking, or whatever. But she tries to be sneaky about it anyway. She acts as if she’s just passing by, admiring the lay of the dessert-laden land, but it’s a classic misdirection; when she’s pretty sure nobody will notice, she swipes a custard from the display and continues on her way with a jaunty whistle.
Nailed it.
Theft (or something kitty-corner to theft) is sweet, and so is the custard. She takes a huge, gloating bite, and gives a hum of appreciation. Oh yes, this was totally worth it.
Something tickles the back of her leg, and she ignores it, until it happens again. Rikku looks back, clearly annoyed, but doesn’t see anyone. Not a surprise, though—she’d say a third of the people here are even shorter than she is.
She looks down, and sees a monkey’s tail sprouting from just above the waistband of her skirt.
The screech that breaks from her throat only rises in pitch the longer she looks at the tail and its semi-innocent swaying. She drops the custard, and turns as if this will somehow make it easier to grab the new and unwanted appendage. It does not. But eventually she gets a hand on it, and her screech turns into actual words:
“A TAIL? I HAVE A TAIL? I HAVE A TAIL! WHY DO I HAVE A TAIL?!”
iv. no one’s getting out [geis]
un; machina maw
one time my brother got me new goggles
but he’s kind of a jerk
because he’s a brother
so he put paint around the cushiony part
and i walked around with black paint around my eyes for half a day before anyone said anything
i looked like i got blitz’d in the face
also i was like eleven
so yeah moral is brothers are the worst or whatever
cool machina, by the way
what kind of reward???
[ooc; feel free to pm me or ping me on plurk at
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Despite Percy trying to warn everyone that the things that say 'do not eat' are actually bad for you, no one listened to him. Therefore, he was just going to stand back and watch the utter shenanigans of it all.
He's tall, around 6ft, with white hair and bright eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses. He's wearing a blue jacket that goes to around his knees. "They say 'Don't eat me' for a reason."
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She whirls towards him, brows scrunched together and heat in her voice. She has to tilt her head back a little to look at him, but doesn't let that cool her temper.
"Listen, gramps! You think any of the freaky folks here really mean it when they say don't eat?! All they've wanted us to do is eat! The Lawtalker lady even said so! So if it was some kinda test, it was a bad one! And now I've got a tail!"
As she's yelling, she's waving her arms around and vaguely at their hosts, none of whom are paying them the slightest bit of attention.
geis | jfc this is dream cr for me fr
What's machina?
I mean, I know some Latin so I can guess, but
Why you callin' it that?
honestly same
but being the younger sibling?? talk about short end of the stick
y'know, machina
powered machines
usually they're bigger
but this little thing i'm typing on is a really cool piece of machina
like a radio but with way more functionality
what's latin?
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[ Hey she must be pretty good at this stuff if she's grocking what's basically a smartphone pretty immediately. Latin or no Latin. ]
Where I'm from our main engineering project has been making machina smaller and smaller.
Been a focus for the past... I'll say 40 years.
Not that I know how THIS thing works.
But it's pretty similar to some
tech-machina we have back at home.So. I'm making some guesses.
Latin's a language. Very old. No one speaks it anymore, but that makes it useful for naming stuff.
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not by siblings
why would you want it to be smaller?
i guess you can make things portable, but at some point there's going to be a limit on what the machina can do
i like having more to work with
it's more exciting
i wanna bust it open to see what's inside
but machina that runs on magic isn't really my area of expertise
so if it runs on magic (which c'mon look around, it probably does) that leaves a whole lotta room for things to go wrong
backfire, blow up, etc.
but maybe there's a spare around i can get my hands on to give it a shot anyway
if nobody speaks it, it doesn't really make sense to keep using it
old things aren't always better
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We have machina that can fit in your pocket and do everything you need it to and more.
Kinda looks like the things we got here, honestly.
...I got a magic guy. He could probably shield me from the backfiring part.
If I decide to crack these devices open, you in if I can get my magic guy involved? [ An extra pair of eyes and hands couldn't hurt. ]
You. I like you.
What's the point if you can't innovate and make things newer and better, right?
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but if this thing turns out to be like that i might have to consider that bigger isn't always better
when it comes to machina
ohhh nice, having a magic guy is always useful
yeah totally! if your guy is in, so am i
i'm like dying to see what's inside this thing
but hopefully not literally
i'm rikku
yeah exactly!! things get stale
stagnant
that's no way to live
spinning top.
"A pretty intense hallucination," she starts, taking the top, "if it is. I'd also like to know what I took to have one like this." She spins the top with a small flourish. It wobbles before landing on the sword, which gets a small 'yes' and fist pump from the blond. Not the whole pot, but not a bad start. "Also if it has anything to do with the extra bit of good luck I've gotten. Usually, mine's rotten."
She didn't actually answer any of the questions yet, but she's getting to it: "I'm Rosie though, from a place called earth. Pretty boring compared to this place, honestly." Well. It is, when you only consider humanity. "How about you?"
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Rikku hums in agreement, but winces when she gets to take half the pot. One of them is lucky, at least. For now, at least; Rikku puts a hand on her Garment Grid, but doesn't activate it. She's gotta have some innate luck of her own, right? She tosses a coin into the pot and reaches for the top.
"Right? Like, I've seen a lot of crazy stuff, but this probably takes the cake, hallucination or not." But the longer she's here, the less she thinks it's a hallucination and the more she's convinced there is some seriously strong (and weird) magic at work. She gives the top a spin, and it lands on a hand. With a frustrated noise, Rikku throws another coin into the pot. A moment later, her expression brightens.
"Nice to meetcha, Rosie! I'm Rikku, from Spira." She's figured out by now that somehow, people are from different worlds. Sure, why not? "It's uh, different from here for sure, and in comparison, also pretty boring I guess!"
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"Aw, man," she hums. "I was hoping some worlds out there might be a bit more interesting, but maybe that's one of the reasons were brought here. For some excitement!"
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"Might as well make the most of it all."
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She doesn't imagine she could even if she did go back based on what she remembers of her last moments. Waking up at a party was disorienting for a lot of reasons, but especially that.