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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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diana_abel: (Annoyed)

[personal profile] diana_abel 2025-03-18 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
OMG
I HATE that word
killedzordon: (wave)

[personal profile] killedzordon 2025-03-18 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
He knows Zhane a lot better than he knows Billy, so when he saw Zhane panicking, Andros knew he better pick up the slack. Besides, worrying? That was his job. He never wanted him to know what it felt like to be on the other end of that bond they shared, and know something was wrong. To rush over to find him broken and bloody. But the mirroring of their situation was not lost on him. At least this wouldn't end with him in cryofreeze in a coma. Thankfully his sister had....shorted out or gone to sulk before she had a change to finish the job.

And while they might still be somewhat at odds, he knew he could count on Billy. He was glad he was here. And not just because it was becoming harder and harder to pretend he wasn't impaled, burned, bloody and probably concussed. "Yeah, we'd be wandering around in circles while I bled on the floor."

And that jacket? Andros would sooner literally die than ruin that jacket. That jacket was a symbol, a connection between their old team and their new one, as well as his belief in Zhane. That no matter what, he wouldn't give up on you. You were getting that jacket back if it was the last thing Andros did.

"I don't mean to rush you guys but...I'd really like to remove this boomerang now."
Edited 2025-03-18 18:50 (UTC)
diabatties: (64)

[personal profile] diabatties 2025-03-18 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Right??
Some kindred use the word so flagrantly like.
My brain didn't change overnight, guysss.
meforsaken: (- 80.)

[personal profile] meforsaken 2025-03-18 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
They wave away Teddy's correction, "Billy, who literally is the Demiurge. You love all of him, yes? Then that includes that part as well. I'm only guessing that you have such strong sentiments, of course, my own marriage being nearly loveless."
diana_abel: (Disgusted)

[personal profile] diana_abel 2025-03-18 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Totes
Like, we were all born that way, people
And most "kine" are better than any Cainite I've met
kirammans: (pic#17744156)

[personal profile] kirammans 2025-03-18 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
What do you want? I believe we've said all we need to say to one another.
brandingproblem: (spinning like a carousel)

[personal profile] brandingproblem 2025-03-18 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Fine. He gives a shrug. Yeah, if it's a Loki, he's still going to be more inclined toward sharp and pointy things being on his person. Got him on that one.]

So is it that you're just going along with it, or is that you just not wanting to admit you're as stuck as anyone else?
soulsighting: dns (Default)

[personal profile] soulsighting 2025-03-18 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[Now that the fabric is a bit closer, Caelus lets their fingers intertwine with the fabric as well. It was soft, beautiful... Whatever this was for seemed important, and they likely won't mess with it until the time comes, but for now, they stare at the merchant in disbelief.

All they want is an emotion, huh? Well, after their conversation with Jayce, there is a core memory that they rather forget. It's one they wouldn't miss, that's for certain. It was just full of resentment and anger, and when they think about the memory, it's one of the rare times they grit their teeth.]


Alright.

[For someone as casual and usually unbothered by things, the air is tense as venom drips from their mouth.]

Before I put an end to my Dad, he told me that he was sorry for everything but refused to beg for forgiveness. Then had the nerve to tell me he was proud of me after everything he put me through. ... I'm tired of wondering what could have been if I accepted that apology or let him live... So you can take it. Take all of it. I'm tired of living with regret and anger.

[The venom drops, and the sadness sets in. This is why they always refused to speak about their past. But if the merchant wants this emotion, they can take it from them.]

... Just get rid of it.
opheliac: ಠ╭╮ಠ (I don't panic)

1/2 cw: schizophrenia

[personal profile] opheliac 2025-03-18 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ooc; omg, DO YOUR JOB!! and awww, thank you!! ive been roleplaying her for a very long time, so i like to hope im good with jinx by now lmao. and also, i am reading up this game as we speak. i kinda just tdm'd at random with empty thoughts because, idk, cause that's how i roll.

but im finally reading this game's profile and seeing what it's about because one of my favorite things in the whole world is fairies and garden/mystical things. so MAYBE i'll end up apping in the future, who knows. 👀 ]


--

[the fact he isn't showing one millimeter of fear irritates her, and it's something she doesn't come across often. it makes her feel... inferior, and that maybe she is losing her edge ever since she reluctantly became the hero of her people. her feathers (metaphorically) ruffle as he expresses more of his concern, and the crow works her lips in an attempt to form some sort of reply.

but everything seems to be expiring within her throat, and it only furthers her frustration. the voices tickle her ear with snickers, murmuring audibly how she is wasting too much time with her silence. — 'fix this. fix it, fix it, fix it! you look so nervous. you're acting so scared. god, what are you even doing?' — who does this herald think he is, she thinks. he doesn't know what she's seeking for, because she doesn't even know what she's seeking for. her aim begins to quivers, not out of terror, but with anger now. and jinx can feel this emotion ballooning around her ribcage, and the only way she can let it out is to shoot. destroy. demolish, annihilate, detonate, obliterate. do it to something. to someone. anything.

so in one quick motion, her arm targets to the west of them, pressing hard on the trigger to fire not one, not two, not even three, but four bullets out into wilderness. luckily, there are no other adopted in their perimeter, however, some trees might have been wounded by her rage.]
oncearanger: (back in blue)

[personal profile] oncearanger 2025-03-18 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Thankfully it wasn't long at all. The two of them...they deserved to have many happy days together, not this. Billy stayed a few steps ahead, stance wide to make sure the path remained clear. Finally, finally the entrance was in sight.

"Emergency, please! I have someone who needs help now," Billy called into the clinic as they entered. He ushered Zhane and Andros inside, handed them off to the healer closest to the doorway, and allowed them to take over while he took a few steps back. Thankfully there was a bed ready for Andros.

"I'll stand guard at the door to make sure she doesn't come back for seconds. Call me if she tries to get in another way. Okay?"

He gave them one last look before moving to take his place at the door.
meforsaken: (- 27.)

[personal profile] meforsaken 2025-03-18 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
You're a genius, Clint Barton! You've solved what no one else has managed to figure out! You're the first one to point out that I'm stuck here as well, despite my magical prowess! Woohoo! Perhaps we should find some sort of award befitting this achievement!

[They were referring to going along with the dances and that sort of weird magic, but. Yeah, they're stuck here too.]
myshallowemotions: (pic#17529016)

[personal profile] myshallowemotions 2025-03-18 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[A hat. He blinks at it stupidly for a moment before fixing his blank gaze on the merchant. It's like at this point he kind of figures he must be being messed with but he's gone this far and it's really gotten away from him.]

So, a mystery potion and a...hat for the word "sorry"? Well...does it do anything?

[It's not really his color but Till gets cold easier so...like, maybe?]
opheliac: ✖ malagraphic (pic#17539392)

2/2

[personal profile] opheliac 2025-03-18 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[exhaling out a big hard breath, she drops her arm dead weight at her side, the smoke hissing and evaporating into their air. the bluenette doesn't make eye contact with him, but she marches forward to purposely bump shoulders with him as she strolls ahead.]

... I still hate Fortune cookies.

[she mutters loud enough for him to possibly hear, then begins to do some exanimation of whatever world/dimension they're stranded on. like first things first, crouching down to the earth to feel the grass to ensure it's not fabricated.]
Edited 2025-03-18 19:33 (UTC)
sod_off: (Spike 28)

Spike is a punk, through and through...(Sorry Narciso)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-03-18 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[Spike's only interaction before this had been when Narciso chose him for Spring Court. Given the most basic of introductions, bought the court ability on credit... Spike hates this: knowing he's being manipulated. Charmed. Narciso's ability is striking him deep in what is left of his heart. What is left of William, bad poet and dreamer he had been.

It doesn't mean he isn't trying to fight back though. As much as he can.]


Yes...

[He can't stop himself from leaning ever so slightly into that touch at his cheek. But hazel eyes are spitting fury, and if Spike could, he'd be pulling out his game face any second now.]

But not like this. Not forced into it.

[He manages a cocky smirk.]

Do you really think so little of me, that you have to Charm me to get answers, your Highness?

[This is how Spike fights back. Attitude. Playing the game. Wasn't this why Narciso picked him?]
Edited 2025-03-18 19:35 (UTC)
ironypoisoned: (i'm going to wichita)

[personal profile] ironypoisoned 2025-03-18 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Tony raises his palms in front of his chest in casual surrender. He's sorry, Jesus.

But he does feel bad and weird about this, so. Queue a moment or two of awkward silence. ]


You'll probably be thrilled to know the Lokis aren't in my dorm. [ Ahem. ] So they don't get to- Do... That. [ Yeah, it's really just Tony who's the fucking asshole here. ] One of 'em's in Autumn, the other one's in Dark. [ A beat. ] Yes, there's two of them. [ Another beat. ] There's two-a me too, which has been- [ Chuckles. Let's all just move past this... ] Weird.
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[personal profile] nuntius 2025-03-18 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
To work with a demon...

[ It's blasphemy of the highest level, but Castiel seems to be an expert in rebelling against heaven these days. Falling for a human, going against his superiors, killing his fellow siblings - he's done so many things wrong, made so many questionable choices all for the sake of one man.

(he cannot kid himself into thinking he fell for 'humanity'. Castiel, a soldier of heaven, Angel of the Lord and servant of God, fell because Dean Winchester asked him to.)

But to agree with Crowley, to walk the halls of hell and strike a deal for the souls of Purgatory with the King himself? It's madness.

And yet, when the apocalypse loomed, when all hope was lost, did Sam and Dean themselves not work with this exact same creature? Without all the pieces of the current puzzle, Castiel cannot be sure of the consequences of this decision that awaits him, but the scene before him plays out like it's already happened. ]


I will make this choice, [ he decides, hands sliding into his pockets; ] To stop Raphael. He must be stopped.

[ The thought is there, the treachery and betrayal of his closest friend and ally already manifesting - the hunter doesn't even need to know. ]

To save Dean. [ He would do anything. ]
somnifer: – commissioned, dnt (pic#17747546)

dream of the endless ☾ the sandman

[personal profile] somnifer 2025-03-18 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
( cw: animal death, grief, murder )

☽ THE PARTY
[ It had been many ages since Dream of the Endless was invited to a party. Summoned was perhaps the more accurate word here, but he was intrigued — and a little bit impressed — all the same. It was no small feat to call an Endless into one's realm, and Dream had a soft spot for Faekin. They were not unlike many of his own family, and he saw their kingdom almost like a neighbor to his own. He would not refuse such an invitation, willing or no, nor would he attempt to disregard their laws. A binding contract was a binding contract.

All the same, it might have seemed a little strange when the ghost of a smile tugged at Dream's lips upon hearing the Lawspeaker's proclamation. This was hardly akin to the containment of Roderick Burgess, a cruel mage with so little knowledge and the gift of happenstance on his side. This was a clever role reversal, monarch to monarch, and Dream was highly entertained. Somewhere, the Morningstar must be furious. That, also, was an added bonus.

Sinking into a formal bow, Dream signaled his approval of the arrangement, and rose after a moment feeling strangely rejuvenated. ]
O, how this spring of love resembleth the uncertain glory of an April day, [ he murmured softly, ] which now shows all the beauty of the sun, and by and by a cloud takes all away.
☽ CHANCE AT A DANCE
[ Dream might not have looked like the type who danced, but that was far from the truth. For all his tall, dark, and brooding air — not to mention the long, flowy coat — he longed for a dance, especially among such familiar surroundings. This gathering reminded him so much of a time long past. There had been much merrymaking in the Dreaming once, just like this, and he had been known to offer a dance or two with his subjects and guests alike. Even Lucienne had cut loose on occasion, the memory of that lingering like a warm, comforting embrace. It was quickly chased away by the reminder that it was Dream who snatched that all away from them. His absence and pain had ushered in a colder, emptier realm, and he was poorer for it.

Those dark thoughts scattered when a suspiciously familiar song began playing. He titled his head just a little, a near-smile playing at his lips. ]
Shall we? [ If it isn't glaringly obvious, he would be supremely moody by a refusal. ]
☽ FLOWER POWER
[ A gift from the Spring King was not a gesture to be refused, though it also wasn't one that came without a cost. Dream imagined accepting one of these flowers would mean he must give something in return. That was their way, after all. He plucked an orchid corsage for its ties to passion and beauty, and what emerged in a vision was his beloved Jessamy, making her desperate attempt to release him from imprisonment once more.

Dream watched in quiet acceptance, knowing what became of her, recalling this moment every day since her life was so horrifically, tragically cut short. All for him. It cut just as deeply now, and when Dream turned his head away, there were tears glistening on his cheeks. ]


A fair exchange. [ He gazed down at the flower, as white as her feathers had been. ] You are not forgotten.
☽ GEIS, UN: THESANDMAN • VOICE
I granted the gift of eternal sleep. [ The voice that sounds from the device is soft and lilting, almost as though he's telling a bedtime story. ] He did not appreciate the full weight of this offer. But he has, in time. I made certain of it.

[ The nightmarish retelling might have had a greater impact if a certain Hob Gadling hadn't changed his icon to look like this. Awkward. ]
☽ WILDCARD
[ Hit me! Dream tends to be very protective and gentle with supernatural folks, but wary of humans. So have fun with that one. ]
inseine: (inkonic larissa javert (95))

[personal profile] inseine 2025-03-18 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Javert looks at Andros like he's grown devil wings before his eyes.]

No. [His eyes narrow the faintest bit. It almost qualifies as a wince.] But I shall make do with it, with or without your express approval. By all means, continue your abuses.

[The qualifying phrase, 'For now,' threatens to tumble out of his mouth, a warning. Javert stoppered revealing too much just in time, and drowns his testy tongue in drink.

He tips the cup back and drinks it dry in one fell swoop. He, too, isn't sure if the sweet sting of the stuff is real alcohol, but unlike Andros he yearns for it. He, who never much indulged beyond the customary drink with meals, longed for something to lift the heavy veil of preoccupation off his shoulders. A smack of his lips, as the taste rolls over his tongue. Perhaps it is a crude mead, he judges, honeyed and luscious in his mouth; that is a drink he knew about, but never tasted.

The color begins to rise back into his cheeks, as he reaches for an additional refill.]
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[personal profile] mutantrights 2025-03-18 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Hank's lack of answer is obvious, and Charles stifles a sigh. Oh, Hank. He's still struggling with self-acceptance; it's a journey he continues to travel even ten years later, in Charles' time.

It's an experience that Charles himself lacks, and so, he's never been able to figure out the right combination of words to encourage Hank to accept his furrier, blue self. Everything he tries falls flat to his own ears. His own mutation is invisible, and he can walk down a public street without ever being suspected as a mutant. If Hank stopped medicating himself, he wouldn't have the same privilege.

He debates opening his mouth and saying something-- you're beautiful too or you'd fit right in if you let go or I wish you could see yourself the same way you see Raven, but he swallows it back. Now is perhaps not the time. Instead, he leads the way to the perimeter of the party, where the grass under his wheels starts to give way to forest.
]

Oh, no, it's flat enough that I'm fine. However, I'm told we're to stay in a castle, of all things -- one dreads how accessible it's going to be. [ He chuckles. ] At least it seems that our accommodations will be adequate.
microbrobotics: (mop of hair)

[personal profile] microbrobotics 2025-03-18 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he really turned himself into a bird. This mad goat man did it.

Cad can just about see Hiro spinning up the explanations and then discarding them instantly. ]

Ohhhhh shit this is real magic.

[ he gets one swear per thread and this is it ]
opheliac: ✖ malagraphic (pic#17539395)

[personal profile] opheliac 2025-03-18 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
nothing. i want nothing. i responded to u because if we're going to be stuck here, i might as well get ahead of the game and let u know im here too.
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[personal profile] ardentis 2025-03-18 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm happy, then, to be of service. [ Emmrich softens, slightly, suspecting this boy is unused to kindness judging by the way he holds himself and so readily accepts this grim vision. ] And you have my word.

If I may, [ he continues, and he pauses long enough for emphasis, asking for just a moment of his time. ] One does not always see visions of death. They are quite rare, and while they are not a gift, we may learn a great deal from them.
aspirings: (pic#17511036)

[personal profile] aspirings 2025-03-18 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Visions. Right. That... that's what that was. A vision. A perfectly normal thing to have happen... never.]

Not--as far as I know of...?!

[His voice is strangled, and he flaps his hands about, as if uncertain what do with them, but needing to have some sort of movement.]

It's never happened before, anyway!
aspirings: (pic#17748169)

[personal profile] aspirings 2025-03-18 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
I do think so!

[He says, confidently, with absolutely unfounded certainty and no reason for it.

It's fine.]


Er, aside from the dragon, it's been relatively fine, I suppose. For a kidnapping.
aspirings: (pic#17748164)

[personal profile] aspirings 2025-03-18 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[... San Fransokyo?




That must be in America somewhere.

Wow. He's bad at geography. It sounds kind of familiar. It's fine.]


I'm not! I'm from Tokyo. [... wait that's why it sounds familiar--oh well. Weird coincidence.]

So it's fine. No need to walk on eggshells around me.