pixieledmemes | Test Drive Meme #1

TDM #1 - January/February 2025

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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.

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.

🦋 A Great Miracle Happened There

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.

🦋 Eat Me

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

🦋 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.

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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Interesting...

"Did he stop being your friend?" He suspects not, but no need to get ahead of himself.

"No, no, he's um," Peter swallows a lump in his throat, one of his hands going up to scratch the back of his head.

"He's still my friend. I don't think that'll ever change." Because no matter what his memories with Tony will live on in his heart. Gone but never forgotten. Even when Ned and MJ forgot him, he won't ever consider that they stopped being his friend.

Tony nods, fairly certain his suspicions are more than confirmed.

"How'd he die?" Twisting knives? Of course not. Information gathering. It might be useful to know for the future. Maybe he can avoid the same fate.

Oof, that question's a loaded one, and maybe something Peter should've expected, knowing who he's talking to. But he almost hoped he'd be able to avoid this topic, this specific inquiry. He still keeps a brave face, though, even if his gaze turns softer, his brows furrowing a little.

"Well, uh." Yeah, maybe this Tony just wanted to know how to avoid this fate, but it's a fate that, even if it hurts, Peter's proud of for Tony because -

"He sacrificed himself for all of us, for the good of everyone on Earth."

He tries a little harder than usual not to make a face or sigh before he mutters, "Of course he did." He takes a breath. "Lemme guess - big damn hero. Saves the world." Not that this Tony wouldn't pull off a big damn hero play, just that hes not likely to do it for the world's benefit. It'll be for his.

"Yeah, exactly."

Peter really doesn't have anything to add to that, because the image is still etched in his memory and it still hurts fierce. He sighs, though, as he rubs the back of his neck again.

"We won because of him. I have many things to thank him for. I, uh..." He swallows again, trying not to give in to this melancholy.

"So, do you also know a Peter Parker in your world?" Since he knows two other Peters and the multiverse is vast.

He nods. "I am familiar with a Peter Parker in my world. I think he's a little older than you." Tony's brow furrows slightly. "Have you even graduated high school yet?"

"I have, yeah. I'm in college now. Tomorrow's my finals, actually." For his first semester, to be fair. But he's chugging along even when everyone forgot who he is.

"How old is your version of Peter? Because I've met two other versions of me before and they're both older than me." Maybe he'll be able to confirm who between Peter 2 and Peter 3 is this Tony's Peter.

Edited 2025-01-24 19:11 (UTC)

One eyebrow twitches upward. "I think you might miss them." Unless time moves differently on the other side.

"You know, I'm not really sure. But he never seems to have any money, so whatever his job is doesn't pay very well." He, truthfully, knows a lot more than this, including how old Parker is, but none of that is relevant to their conversation.

Peter rubs the back of his neck. "Yeah, I feel like that's inevitable at this point."

The comment about money makes Peter pause, though, suddenly considering his employment options once he graduates. "Wait, really? That's awful. Do you know what his job is?" He's almost tempted to ask this Tony if he's also a powerful billionaire because if he is, why can't he just give his Peter a better paying job or something? He'll put a pin on that for now.

Tony shrugs. "I think he works for some newspaper." He takes a breath. "I also think he doesn't really care about the money." Most of the time. Though, Parker back home typically seems relieved when Stark tosses a few bills in his direction.

Peter doesn't know if being a journalist is his calling when science and tech are very much right up his alley.

But all Peters have some differences, anyway, so he won't sweat it. "What's the newspaper he's working for? I mean, if he gets by fine, I don't think he'd care about it. As long as he's happy with whatever he's doing."

Ah, happiness. He wishes all of them know what that's like.

"I like that you think I pay that much attention." He does, but he doesn't. "The Bugle or something. He seems happy enough."

Though he also doesn't turn down monetary opportunities from the Stark direction when they happen. The guy's hugged Tony before over it.

The comment gets Peter pausing a little. To be fair, he doesn't expect every one of his versions across the vast multiverse to be friends with Tony, so maybe this one isn't, too. He's not going to lose sleep over it. Different universe, different relationships, maybe.

"Ah, alright. Guess you're not close to your Peter, then."

"More that I'm currently out in California, so we don't really interact much." Not that Tony couldn't take himself over to New York if he wanted. Not to mention, at the moment, if he interacted much with Peter, the guy would probably pick up on him still being inverted!Tony Stark, and things might go badly.

"Right. That makes sense."

So most Peter Parkers are just based in New York, then. That also makes perfect sense. After a brief pause, Peter's lips tug up into a polite smile.

"Well, it's been real nice meeting you, Other Mister Stark. See you around if we don't find a way out after this party, I guess."

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