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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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hotglue: (Think about  it)

[personal profile] hotglue 2025-03-18 11:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ She blinks a little at Jen. ]

I don't know what you're talking about.

[ She picks her wineglass back up, brushing at the droplets that exited it and onto the table when she slammed it down with a napkin. ]

Let's start here: I'm Alison.
hevenly: (11a)

[personal profile] hevenly 2025-03-18 11:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ The song does, thankfully, seem to be coming to an end, and so Angela slows down in her absent minded toe-tapping and begins to meander away from the dance floor, slowly enough for her new companion to follow.

"What year was it" sounds like such a simple question, but because of annoying comic book sliding timelines to an immortal who has lived for thousands of years, it is sometimes a difficult one to pin down. ]


I believe it was 2019 on Earth. [ Though the specificity of it means little to Angela. ]
gossiptoilet: (pic#17739314)

[personal profile] gossiptoilet 2025-03-18 11:47 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, I see.

[ He looks at his now unpaired hand, which he's still been holding out a bit, and pulls it back as well. ]

Well, I thought I knew you while we were dancing and now I don't know where that even came from.
hoponpop: (Oh yeah?)

[personal profile] hoponpop 2025-03-18 11:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ A slow smile spreads on his face and he offers her a hand to hold onto so they can sway together. ]

Well, thank you.

I haven't met many women like you. I'm from a pretty small town.
gossiptoilet: (pic#17739310)

Re: iii

[personal profile] gossiptoilet 2025-03-18 11:55 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, I couldn't afford a separate hotel room. We spent the entire time together. Fought for most of it, too. I was kind of vicious, tbh.

He deserved it.
hotglue: (Yeah just say it again)

[personal profile] hotglue 2025-03-18 12:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ At this point she doesn't know how many clones there are, but she'll stick with telling how many phones she's bought: ]

Three. And that's exactly how to put it.
hoponpop: (Explaining)

[personal profile] hoponpop 2025-03-18 12:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, that figures," he mutters. He swipes his free hand over his hair, feeling distinctly out of place and very, very tired. His hand then moves to rub the back of his neck while he considers what she'd said.

Eventually he drops his hand to his side again. "Who are 'they'? The same ones that run the lab?"
hoponpop: (Listening)

[personal profile] hoponpop 2025-03-18 12:13 pm (UTC)(link)
He knows smoking is a filthy habit, and though he doesn't really appreciate being called out for it, he does drop the cigarette he's smoking and crushes it out with his shoe.

"Jim Hopper," he says, and yes indeed, he speaks in a flat Midwestern American accent. He offers his now-free hand for her to shake. "And...well, not really? At least not if you mean stuff that defies explanation."

He's not going to just share details right off the bat though, not without him gauging what sort of thing she's thinking they might be engaging in here.
brandingproblem: (I'd die for you you know I would)

[personal profile] brandingproblem 2025-03-18 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's not dangling from a cliff's edge. He's just letting that cliff drift by back into memory. Not at the forefront. So when the woman who is very familiar except very different from that familiar tries to explain, he's more present to take it in.

And be. Alarmed about it.]


Carter? [Which is about what he was thinking, because of course any seasoned SHIELD agent knows about Peggy Carter. And anyone who knows anything about Steve Rogers. She's just very...she's very square. And big. She's a lot bigger. If she's Captain America. Captain England? Then that explains and confounds a lot of things.]

Then what the hell is Steve, ma'am?
hoponpop: (What's that?)

[personal profile] hoponpop 2025-03-18 12:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Just...if the government finds out about things, it could go badly. That's all I'm saying.

[ He shrugs. He's learned to be paranoid about things. ]

But I'm glad you had one of the higher-ups there on your side.
valle: (xx9)

[personal profile] valle 2025-03-18 12:17 pm (UTC)(link)
( On this, too, they are the same. Charles said it once: In a pride of lions, the female is both hunter and caregiver. Despite the way she was raised, despite the fact that they tried their hardest to engineer her into feeling nothing but rage, Laura's empathy has proven to be irrepressible. It's her instinct to reach out, to take a hand or a wrist, even without having been taught that gesture in her own life. She gives care, she craves care — and she submits to this painstaking gentleness with utter compliance as a result.

The good news is, while she may not know how to be a child, or a daughter, she does know how to be a friend. The other children only had each other in Transigen, and their fierce dedication to one another was instrumental to their survival.

She misses them, but she would never wish them to be here in this place. This doesn't mean she can't make new friends; after all, she began with John, didn't she?

Her smile is small, but sincere.
)

Si. We're friends.

( Said with a squeeze to El's hand, just to cement it. )

There are other people here that are good. I'll show you them.
bothbarrels: Jude Law (PB: Oops)

[personal profile] bothbarrels 2025-03-18 12:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ North follows, still invested in the conversation. ]

Oh, yeah? I keep meeting people from around that time.

It was 2554 where I came from. It's weird, no one else seems to come from a time that advanced.
brandingproblem: (that is all I got for now)

[personal profile] brandingproblem 2025-03-18 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[He could stand here forever if it means not letting go again. Because what if something happens to her here? Is he going to wake up dipped in an alien shoreline with a stone the weight of uncountable lives sitting in his hand? Is he going to have to face Bruce's disbelief, Steve's tears--the way the others had looked at him and then looked away with no argument when he insisted it was supposed to be him?

At least for the time being, he can stay right here with her.]


Laura misses you, too. And the kids. They miss you so much. God, you should see Nate, he's gotten so big the past year, you wouldn't recognize him anymore. [Which at least gives her a timeframe to work with. Hell of a year and change to work with. Enough time not to break himself down into pieces every time he remembers, but not nearly enough to not react at all.] Maybe we can fix this.
goddessofruiningyourday: (Default)

Re: o7

[personal profile] goddessofruiningyourday 2025-03-18 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)

Sooooo what you're telling me is that you had one good play and you've been repeating it over and over again? Come on, you're gonna brag about that? About not being able to top your greatest hit ever.

Come on hot stuff, at least I'm keeping it fresh, I'm always looking for a new fight! What are you doing but resting on your laurels.
goddessofruiningyourday: (Default)

Hiya trouble

[personal profile] goddessofruiningyourday 2025-03-18 12:39 pm (UTC)(link)
The match in her hands is tossed back and forth, alreadly lit and playing host to a flickering green tinged flame. The least favored daughter of Nyx perking up at the familiar tones of her favorite pain in her ass. She whirls around, cheering. "Hiya Trouble! Shoulda known I'd see you around here, it's only been forever since we last had a little face to face time. How ya been, make any new friends?"

Yet while she's barraging Melinoë with a stream of fast paced chatter, she's tossing the lit match over her shoulder and into a pile of dry grass and leaves. She's stepping closer, putting herself directly in Melinoë's path while she keeps chattering, not letting the other goddess respond.

Even if Melinoë pushes past her, all she'll do is laugh, she's already won after all... her favorite goddess is here to cause trouble with (or for, she isn't picky).
goddessofruiningyourday: (Default)

Un; Strife

[personal profile] goddessofruiningyourday 2025-03-18 12:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh? Wondering if it would have been for you? Bold! Brash! Enviable, or is that liable to draw envy? Ah who cares. You're right though we need some more excitement. Why don't you go throw some bread at the king of spring?
somnifer: – commissioned, dnt (pic#17747546)

[personal profile] somnifer 2025-03-18 12:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Greetings, Spring King. [ He stands wearing his cloak from the Dreaming, deliberately appearing in his regalia to show respect from one monarch to another. There's a hint of amusement in his eyes as Dream accepts the flower — a red poppy, with its ties to eternal sleep. Bold. But then, entrapping the King of the Dreaming was also quite daring. He's impressed. ]

It seems you have me at a disadvantage. I come with no gift for you. [ Oh, he's definitely entertained. He always liked the Fae. ] My thoughts, I confess, lie with you. But that was your intent, was it not?
fatalis: (pic#17737424)

[personal profile] fatalis 2025-03-18 12:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's definitely unreal. But Jayce leans into this familiarity, because he's missed it. ]

Yeah. [ Jayce is trying not to laugh. ] Talking horse.

[ He's really trying, but the look on her face makes him crack. ] They wanted to spy on people to see what's going on actually. The horse is, uh. One of us.

'Adopted'.

[ Jayce sort of likes the horse. Even if he feels like he's lost his mind. ]
vintagecaptain: ([with bucky] hug)

[personal profile] vintagecaptain 2025-03-18 12:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Steve believes she's earned her rest in paradise too but he's not going to argue that with her right now.

"I guess that's a no on asking you for a dance." But he does reach out and hug her tightly because her death has weighed on him. He needs this and he hopes she'll indulge him for a second.

He lets her go because he knows she's not the most outwardly affectionate person. "It's good to see you, Nat."
vintagecaptain: ([cap] hand on hip)

[personal profile] vintagecaptain 2025-03-18 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Now there's a loaded question. What does Steve have to go home to?

Some friends. More fighting. The weight of the shield on his shoulders. His friends, the Avengers, are mostly gone or retired. He was sort of thinking about not going home. Of staying in the past and making a life for himself like Tony did.

Except now that he's forced to stay and it's not a choice he's rethinking that.

"I've got friends waiting for me," he says after giving the question a little thought. "They're going to be worried when I don't show up."
fatalis: (pic#17724450)

[personal profile] fatalis 2025-03-18 01:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Infamous.

Sure, go ahead and guess.

Saved me? You're the one who started all of this.


[ jayce can't, and he won't, put all the blame on her. there were decisions he made that pushed them down this road. but the idea of thanking her? for any of this? makes him so frustrated he could... he's not even sure what. ]
vintagecaptain: ([steve] leaning)

[personal profile] vintagecaptain 2025-03-18 01:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Steve Rogers is a tactical genius.

"You could also bring in more help," he suggests. "So it's not all on your shoulders. That's the point of a team. Not to steal your ideas but to help you work through them."

Does he think this tactic will work? No, not really. Tony's being stubborn and secretive which rarely works out well. Unstoppable force and immovable object. That's what they are sometimes.

A shame because when they work well together, they work very well.
inseine: (inkonic larissa javert (15))

he'll realize he's acting like an ass in the next tag

[personal profile] inseine 2025-03-18 01:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Javert laughs, a noiseless and despairing thing full of too much tooth. He looks a bit feral, laughing and mopping up the river gunk from his hair.

A sob would have felt better, truer to the tension squeezing his chest.

Joy doesn't impel him; it is anguish, buried beneath a heap of steel-tight muscle and a bestial mien. A cold and cruel voice inside of him whispers, Let there be faeries dancing on his grave in Hell. Let the imps steal his stained and wretched soul, and use him for their vile purposes. Let there be witchcraft and sorcery and fortune-telling, that fits right in with the rest of this strange tale. Why, get out a deck of tarot and he would even make a repulsed effort to read them! See if he's inherited even half his mother's 'talent' for spinning divinations! Loathsome. Appropriate. A just result, for his grave errors, to have to embrace his roots.

An even smaller whisper, his budding conscience, whispers back, Get out of your own head, you dimwit. Astronema is despondent, also. What has she served to join you in this after-death? What does she care how undignified you carry on with yourself? Think. Slow down. That voice is not yet loud enough to stopper his quipping tongue.]


So you are! [he murmurs rudely, unnaturally calm, shaking his head. He wrings out the plush purple thing, such fine quality; he can hardly muster the wherewithal to admire it.] Summon a warm wind next time, and blow me dry. What manner of forces did you serve, with powers like these? They must have quite dreadful, indeed, to leash a sorceress-woman!
a_keyhole: (Eyebrow)

Rolled a 4

[personal profile] a_keyhole 2025-03-18 01:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Stephen did not expect that sort of enthusiastic reaction. He doesn't even get a chance to explain what he wants to do as a test. They're out on the dance floor before Stephen can say anything as a warning.

Well, a blind study partner is probably better in terms of scientific accuracy. Now he won't be influenced to try and make Stephen's test work.

The music fades to something quiet and relaxing as they settle in to dance. Stephen takes a breath and casts the spell around them. The music is silenced but pretty soon a tension settles into Stephen's muscles.

Dancing with a stranger, not knowing if they're loyal to the fae or not... has he walked into a threat? Is there danger here? He looks at his dance partner with some suspicion.
in_her_shadow: (i was a fool)

[personal profile] in_her_shadow 2025-03-18 01:11 pm (UTC)(link)
ease up, goldielocks. i'm no fairest, not in the definition of anything, anywhere, any world that has that word. i'd be happier on the sidelines watching the festivities and grabbing some popcorn.

and not really up for throwing foodstuffs at our captors just yet. cause, you know, i don't have a death wish.


[ technically she did do something similar during "her" party, but that was before she knew everything was possibly permanent. yikes. ]