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Test Drive Meme #2

TDM #2 - March/April 2025
🦋 Introduction

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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's a garden party at the crack of dawn, with the sun still in its early stages of climbing through the yonder, casting a good mix of pastel hues of blue, pink, and beige on everything. Heralding the first day of spring, the Ruler of the Spring Court has found it fitting to arrange this gathering where guests can feel the blades of grass touching their ankles, as well as the rich soil beneath their feet. Flowers of all kinds surround the party as if they were carefully curated. With spring as the "dawn of seasons," which marks a transition from winter's latency to the resurgence of life everywhere, the Ruler of the Dawn Court has also seen it fit to host aspects of this party during the one time of the year that dawn occurs the whole day. Tall candles and torches grace the outskirts of the garden party, providing warmth and an orange glow everywhere. Not one flame goes out even with the occasional wind, the Duchess always makes sure of this.

There are also freshly picked blossoms and branches with leaves on every table accenting the festive spread of food and drinks. This time, a lot of the food prepared for the Adopted guests are familiar to them with a little bit of a twist. Burgers might come in small packages and in toothpicks, while hotdogs in buns are also diminutive. Cookies look delectable but they have a flowery flavor to them, as if eating freshly picked daisies or daffodils. Fruits that may have been present in an Adopted's home, such as pineapples and watermelons, have seeds in odd places. Picking this selection of food is an attempt to be more welcoming and to appease the lovely guests the fae have invited.

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.


🦋 Chance at a Dance

A party is not complete without dancing, of course, and while during the last gathering held for the Adopted, different fae danced to music exclusively for them around a glowing tree, this time they are insisting their guests to join in.

This is a party for you, after all.

If the prodding of the different fae hosts won't convince you, perhaps the music will. They play easily recognizable tunes that their wonderful guests must have heard before. These melodies have certain unique effects to their mortal attendees, which are as follows:

  • Upbeat Music: You will believe that you and your dance partner have been friends forever and have known each other a long time.
  • Romantic Music: You will become amorous and flirtatious towards your dance partner.
  • Slow Music: You will develop some tension with your dance partner. It may be negative or sexual; completely up to you.
  • Quiet Music: You will assume your dance partner is a threat and try to fight them.


🦋 Flower Power

At the Spring King's behest, every Adopted should wear a flower corsage or boutonnière to the gathering. After all, this is to celebrate the coming of spring and what better way to do that than to honor everything in bloom.

The thing is, though, the King of Spring, while amorous and friendly, also has a penchant for playing with mortals' memories, if not also affect their desires and despairs.

So, mischievous as he is, he made sure to enchant the different flowers present in every corsage and boutonnière for the party with the effects below:

  • Rose: You will recall a horrific trauma
  • Carnation: You will see a vision of your future, whether it's good or bad
  • Orchid: You will remember a time you lost someone
  • Chrysanthemum: You will believe someone among the Adopted is your soulmate
  • Dahlia: You will believe you betrayed someone important to you, whether you actually did or not

It is perhaps a good thing that no one but the Adopted are allowed to see these visions and memories, but everyone who wears a corsage or boutonnière will be able to see each other's memories and visions when in close enough physical proximity to the vision-haver, for better or for worse.


🦋 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 gave someone a gift. Perhaps a bouquet of flowers or a box of chocolates. Was it appreciated or not? A reward might await the most meaningful gift given.



🦋 Link to Overflow Post




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8D

[personal profile] fadeling 2025-03-15 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't bother looking up, but tilts his head to one side, like he's trying to hear something soft and far away. Some sound no one else can hear, and maybe it isn't even there.]

No, too bound in form and feeling. It's too much a place to be the Fade. Strange but solid.

[Too real, not enough a dream. Too many people, too many things. Too much here to be anything else.]

The voices are different, but they sing the same songs.
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[personal profile] hybrid_king 2025-03-15 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Give him a break, he had a run in recently enough for him to have an actual basis for part of his suspicions. Loki was complex enough to be part of this and caught in it at the same time. Which he doesn't need to point out. They both lived through Mother. Amazingly.

What does confuse him is the wording there.

"What do you mean? Boyfriend? You're not making any sense."
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[personal profile] brandingproblem 2025-03-15 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"So." Clint's flipping through the book. Isn't looking for anything specific, just looking and trying to sort out what he's looking at as he goes. And the more he's at this here party, the more he's thinking he must have tripped, cracked his head open on the barn door, and is having a very vivid dream reminiscent of a half-remembered version of Alice in Wonderland. "Are parties always like this?"
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[personal profile] gingerwort 2025-03-15 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Pet?"

Assan puffs up in indignation.

"No, he's my partner." He puts a hand on Assan's head for a moment to calm him down a little bit. The woman meant no offense. And it's not every day someone sees a Warden trained griffon.

They're very rare, after all.

Still young, though. "His name is Assan."
domestic: ([Neg] Face Down Blue Shirt Great Hair)

🌸🌼🌺

[personal profile] domestic 2025-03-15 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
( She's familiar with loss; her father, herself in some ways; the man she loved, who is not really dead but who may as well be, to her. Trapped on the other side of a void, two universal walls closed to them both after her own gravity-shifted fall down a wide, white hallway.

She understands a little, the pain that must be spiking through him in this moment. She feels it in her own chest, it pricks her own eyes, leaving them shining and wet in sympathy and in an echoed, mirrored sort of pain. She saw it. The memory, his memory, she saw it.

And she doesn't even think before wrapping her hand around his and tugging on him gently, to lead him out of the crowd.
)

S'alright. C'mon, I found a quiet place just a bit ago, I can show you.
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[personal profile] kirammans 2025-03-15 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Oops. Cait frowns, seeing her error in the way those feathers ruffle.

"My apologies, Assan." He's very cute, and so often cute means pet. She's not too sure she wants to get too close to that beak, however. She turns her gaze back to Davrin. "Is he from here?"

This strange place.
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[personal profile] crypta 2025-03-15 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ their smile widens. ] Well, you'd know better than I would on that, I should think. [ a pause, considering the figure presented before them, and after a moment, they venture cautiously: ] You're Cole, aren't you? I've heard about you from Solas and the Inquisitor. I'm Rook.

[ not their real name, but what's a real name to someone like rook, anyway? it's the one they use, and that's the important part. ]

Still, there are some parts here that feel a little more like home. [ the graveyard. some of the more blatantly magic, spirit-filled areas. ]
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[TEXT]; UN: Middle Childe

[personal profile] diana_abel 2025-03-15 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
OMG
That's awful!
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[personal profile] mutantrights 2025-03-15 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, thank god. A familiar face. ]

I have absolutely no clue what's going on, I'm afraid.

[ It's said with a chuckle, and a sip of tea. Thus far he's not concerned for his safety -- and now Hank's safety -- because a quick scan of intent reveals that none of the Fae present have any real intent to harm them. Well, not obvious forms of harm, at least. Trapping them in this realm might actually count as a form of harm. ]

As best I can tell, we were taken from our realm and deposited neatly into this one; a world where Fae exist, and govern this world by way of Courts. It's all very decidedly in line with the mythology. Fascinating.

[ Charles turns a thoughtful gaze to Hank. There's something... a tiny bit off about him. The texture of his thoughts and emotions are subtly different than what Charles is used to. That, and he looks a little younger. Charles is no stranger to time travel after one long debacle back in the seventies, is it possible one of them has traveled not just through space, but also through time? ]

Indulge me, Hank. What were you doing before you wound up here?
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[personal profile] meforsaken 2025-03-15 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Done with their reunion half-hug, Loki teleports directly in front of Teddy, tapping their foot impatiently, “Try and keep up!”

As if any of this is easy to understand, especially when Teddy’s only just arrived.

“He’s from earlier in the timeline, a baby Demiurge who hasn’t learned of his potential, yet alone begun to grasp at it.”

So definitely no hyphenated last names yet.

“For reference, he claimed he had never met me before we crossed paths in this place. He was surprised I knew his name. Kind of cute in retrospect, though it makes me feel all nostalgic and old.”
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lawspeaker

[personal profile] ironypoisoned 2025-03-15 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The elf's ears twitch just slightly and the plate shatters in midair, the pieces instantly falling to the ground. She turns to face whichever particularly violent pet those idiot royals brought here this time-

And that's about the time Tony Stark gets up from his chair and starts yelling up at the Lawspeaker as he briskly jogs over to Clint. ]
Uh-uh! Uh-uh. He's with me. He's fine, he's cool! [ A beat. ] He can be cool. [ He shoots a look at Clint. ] You can be cool, [ Through gritted teeth. ] right?

[ Aaaand he's just going to politely smile back at her as he shoves Clint in the opposite direction. ]

You're welcome. [ Tony says as sarcastically as ever as soon as they're- Well, probably not out of ear-shot, considering, but- As soon as they're far enough away that the pissed off fae woman will have to telegraph her move to kill them some how. ]
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[personal profile] gingerwort 2025-03-15 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Davrin pats Rook on the back as he's hugged, a little surprised by the outpouring of affection. Sure, they hadn't seen each other in awhile but that seemed a lot for just a few months apart. It makes Davrin a little confused and curious to catch up with his friend.

Assan trills a welcoming note and rubs his head against Rook's shoulder. It matters very little to the griffon. He's seen a friend and that's all that matters.

"And we aren't fighting our way out because?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. He is in full armor with sword and shield. These party-goers appear unarmed. He's not sure that they could be stopped even if there are a lot of them against their three.

If Rook's not fighting, though, Darvin's willing to bet there's a good reason.
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[personal profile] aspirings 2025-03-15 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, he Gets It.]

A real one. With fire breath and everything. Extremely real. I, also, ah, found it a little difficult to believe! But! It was real!
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tidus | final fantasy x

[personal profile] zanarkandian 2025-03-15 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
the party

"Hey, free food!"

The blond teenager dug in cheerfully, showing zero reservation. He'd always had a huge appetite...and, well. The Lawspeaker's declaration didn't bother him too much. He was dead and already never going back home, he knew that already. And surely this was more fun than sulking around the Farplane with his old man?

...Except. That meant he wouldn't be waiting for Yuna. Sadness flickered across his face briefly, but he shook his head and munched on another pear, turning to the next person when there was a lull.

"Pretty rude of them, huh? I wonder what's so important that we've gotta do."

dancing

While Tidus might be relatively okay with this situation due to his unique circumstances....most weren't. And that was pretty bad. So naturally he'd do what he could to cheer people up, and that meant dancing! Clubs were a big pastime back in Zanarkand, but Spira didn't really have the time for these things...

Might as well dance again now! At the sound of the upbeat music, he bounced right over to any and everyone.

"Hey, wanna try it? Bet you can work some frustrations out!"

flowers

There's one great loss that weighs Tidus down. He's claimed an orchid, and when anyone gets too close in this moment...

He's standing on the deck of an airship against a golden sky, with a colorful crew of people. If they look closely, some Adopted might recognize the girl in orange and green as a younger Rikku.

The apparent leader of the group, a young brunette woman in white and purple robes, is on the brink of tears. "I love you," she whispers.

Tidus watches her with a pained expression, as his body slowly becomes more and more translucent. He's fading away...but he can't leave her without one more shot. He approaches the young woman from behind. gathers up all his willpower, and embraces her around the shoulders, willing his arms to remain solid for just a little longer. To give just a little more of his love to her.

And then it's time to go. He phases right through her, tears in what remains of his eyes, and runs straight off the deck of the airship. It's the end of his story. Or...at least it was.


The real Tidus looks pained, head bowed. Man, why'd he have to remember this now?

((ooc: happy to match any format!))
Edited 2025-03-16 00:09 (UTC)
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[personal profile] aspirings 2025-03-15 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[?!?!?!]

Just trickier??? That's all? You can still do it???

[... wait, what exactly are we doing here.]

Wait, are you trying to hack in or something?
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[personal profile] hybrid_king 2025-03-15 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Gods. Why can they be so confusing? But the story Loki is telling makes Teddy want to swear. That doesn't make any sense. He left his husband just minutes ago...

"You're trying to tell me that no only is Billy here, but he's before you decided to guilt-cripple yourself by setting gears in motion? And getting America threatening to kick your ass a lot?"

No, that doesn't seem right. That's years ago at this point. Surely Loki's joking.

"I don't enjoy this amusement if you're lying to me, Loki."
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[personal profile] brandingproblem 2025-03-15 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Clint eyes the purple (ugh, of course) gladiolus in the palm of Big Flower On Campus's hand. So. He's in charge, or he's near enough to it. Crown, cape? And no demand to bow or kneel. Not even sitting on his throne.

Nothing springs out to attack him. It's all very springtime. He reaches for the bloom and is surprised to feel resistance, has to pluck it--jesus, was it growing out of him? Is it supposed to do that??

????????]


I'm not sure you want my thoughts. [don't sass don't sass don't sass don't sass] Your royal hyacinth-ness? [failed step one]
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[personal profile] gingerwort 2025-03-15 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"No. I don't even know where here is," he says with a little shake of his head.

Assan seems mollified a the apology. His feathers settle down and he sits patiently at Davrin's side. Yes, he does act a bit like a pet but Davrin would never call him that.

"Assan is from the Anderfels." Davrin is curious to see if this woman recognizes the name. She looks like she's from Orlais but doesn't sound like it.
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[personal profile] valle 2025-03-15 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
( It's subtle, faint — she hadn't noticed until now, until standing this close to him. Now she picks it up, that scent of metal and leather and cigars and the impossible to describe unique brand of human skin and sweat and genetics that mingle together into its own distinct identifier.

Logan. Beyond just the feral wildness, beyond the animalistic nature of his scent, she smells her father. Something in her chest pangs roughly; she'd meant to sympathize, but she hadn't counted on sympathizing quite this much. Logan, without the sickness coating him. Logan, in a way that's alive and vibrant.

This man must be from before. He must be from Erik's time.

She watches him stomp the flower impassively; she would have done the same. There is something new she's curious about, now that he says this, now that she's smelled that scent.
)

Do you think you can really stop it? If you go back home, could you truly save someone?
Edited 2025-03-15 17:32 (UTC)
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HELLO MY MAGNETIC FRIEND

[personal profile] mutantrights 2025-03-15 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ So distracted by the unfamiliar texture of Fae minds, Charles isn't on the look-out for anything familiar. Still, it's impossible to miss when a certain mind lights up--

God, it shouldn't feel like coming home, to feel that mind. Its precisely mechanical edges, its clean metallic lines. Like a bonfire in a sea of candles, like the crackle of ozone after a storm. Erik appears through the crowd, looking just as startled as Charles feels.
]

Erik.

[ It comes out dumbfounded because, after all, when one accidentally falls into a land of Fae and whimsy, one hardly expects one's (former friend? occasional enemy? turbulent connection?) fellow mutant to be here too. And it's then that Charles remembers exactly what he was doing before he woke up here-- he was in Cerebro, reaching halfway across the world to talk to Erik, that mind clouded by the infestation of that ancient mutant. And then, the feeling of that mutant reaching back over their link, forcing his way into Charles' mind, grasping clumsily at people all over the globe-- ]

Erik. [ That one's said a bit more urgently, Charles straightening in his chair, eyeing Erik worriedly. But he can no longer detect that clouded taint; just Erik, alone in his own mind and body. It leaves him feeling off-balance, unsure what to expect. ] We were just speaking. But you seem decidedly better off here.
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[personal profile] kirammans 2025-03-15 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Cait finds this table odd. A table for someone special, perhaps? But no one is attending it.

She picks up a berry but doesn't bring it to her lips just yet. Instead, she holds it in her hand, examining the color and the way the light reflects off it. Everything looks so perfect it looks nearly fake to her, and it's really not helping with her trying to figure out if she's having a very, very vivid dream.
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[personal profile] diabatties 2025-03-15 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
She's always been sort of Like This.
No matter how hard I tried, I could never seem to appease her.
She always just saw me as her little project.


( Hm, that username though... )

Do you mind if I ask you a weird question?
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party

[personal profile] kirammans 2025-03-15 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Is the food safe to eat? Cait doesn't know. She gives the young woman a glance over, then looks back to the food before them.]

I don't see anyone keeling over so far.

[So... maybe?]
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Javert | Les Misérables (preemptive CW for possible mention of drowning, suicide, self-hatred)

[personal profile] inseine 2025-03-15 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)

The Party


[He drifts through the party like an automaton, or an evanescent ghost. At first, perhaps, he stands out in the swollen, merry crowds, donned in dark earthen tones from head to toe and soaked to the bone with the stale, musty stench of a river. Beside the colorful fae-folk, he cuts a still, statuesque profile, beladen in his gently-hunched shoulders, and forbidding in expression; a cloud of melancholy hovers over his brow like a culminating thunderhead. But the less he deigns himself to speak, or to insert himself in a conversation, or ask questions, the more he is overlooked. He recedes into the background and plasters himself alongside the dazzling decor, watching the ongoings with all the passion and interest of a concrete block. Food fills his plate, and he mechanically eats; his whiskers and pallid, lined face drying slowly as the minutes tick further away into the day (night? evening?).

When the Lawspeaker explains his circumstances, there is no shock in his unkempt mien. He throws up his palms listlessly, and he stirs to speak hollowly for the first time, throat raw and roughened.]


Then let it be so. It strikes me quite roundly that I have no business left where I came from.


Dance the Night Away [start with Upbeat, willing to shift between different songs]


[The gloomy man, called Javert where he comes from, isn’t used to partaking in celebrations, least of all when he doesn’t deserve the privilege. He is much more of a sentinel, observing the goings-on from the outside, unfriendly, taciturn, and steeped in his own preoccupations. It takes him some time of flitting aimlessly between columns and affixing himself to the wallpaper for him to shake his reverie and find himself swept into an embrace for a song.

The jaunty tune in question is familiar to him, warming his chilled bones and drying the last of his woolen overcoat. The tremor in his flesh quits at last, and settles into a tepid surety, his troubles melting from a rolling boil to a gentle simmer in the pit of his belly. He cannot place exactly where he has heard this song before, but it evokes vivid images of rich, colorful clothes and thickly braided hair, the bangle of bracelets and earrings a whisper in his inner ear.

He raises an arch brow to his partner, and suddenly, this man — Javert — looks considerably less burdened, less old, than he did a moment before. The corner of his mouth flicks into a grim smirk.]


A marvel you can keep up with this one. [And he demonstrates with surprisingly adept footwork, something resembling a folk jig.] I haven’t known you to practice such steps.


The Language of Flowers


[Javert has warmed up, in more ways than one. What began as a sullen, deathly-pale, and clammy statue at the outskirts of the party has slowly transformed and shed his undead cloak to become a lithe, fierce guest. By the smallest hours of the night, he has loosened in a way only a sentinel can; his posture much more proud, his head held higher. Whatever troubles plagued him have, for now, been cast off into the river he’d crept from.

A boutonnière finds him, too. His is a delicate white-petaled carnation, limned in a purple so deep it is nearly black. With a glass in hand, his eyes flutter closed to drink in the stillness settling over his conscience. For that is exactly what feeling overcomes in, when he focuses on the cold, hard future gazing back at him:

Steadiness. Certainty. Renewed confidence. Authority, handsome, respected, fearful to behold, pointing him onward. A path, twisting and forging ahead, diverging branches melting into a single road, a surge of strength prickling him from his breast to the tips of his stout fingers.

He murmurs a shallow, breathless sigh, and empties his glass.]



GEIS


I do not much like gifts, especially when they are unearned privileges, nor do I want a reward for saying so.

However, I was known to reward my fellows with tobacco or a fine vodka during the annual Christmas dinner.



WILDCARD


[Wanna hit me with something else? I'm down! If you'd like to check with me first, find me at [plurk.com profile] chickenfriend or on discord at chiknfriend!]
Edited 2025-03-15 17:42 (UTC)
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text || un; wildcard

[personal profile] renhanded 2025-03-15 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[!!!!!! Ren out here smiling like a dork.]

Fu

[No no no remember what Akechi said--]

Oracle. It's good to hear from you.