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Test Drive Meme #2

TDM #2 - March/April 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'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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soulsighting: dns (Default)

[personal profile] soulsighting 2025-03-18 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
You're absolutely right. That is a job of a sibling, and I should know, considering I do it right back.

[They chuckle again, and something about this girl reminds him of someone awfully familiar. Their expression softening up a bit more as she introduces herself, and they nod as they reach a hand out to her own to grasp it in a handshake.]

Aerith. It's nice to meet you.

[She's so cute. It's hard to miss.]

Do you know anything about the fae? Or fairies in general?
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[personal profile] mutantrights 2025-03-18 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Charles tends to keep the details of his telepathy close to his chest; most people are made uncomfortable when he reveals exactly how much he overhears even when he's not actively trying, let alone how much he can dig up if he is actively trying.

But Erik's assumption is wrong. He can sense most of the Fae at this party just fine, their thoughts largely turned toward the present, enjoying the festivities. There are a few whose thoughts are more difficult to catch, like trying to trap a breeze. And the King and Duchess holding court? Their thoughts are so slippery that he cannot glean anything from them -- but he knows that if he gets a foothold, he might eventually be able to decipher their wild minds.

So he smiles, small and private, and says:
]

Underestimating me again, old friend? Their minds aren't any different than yours or mine.

[ He has not attempted to actively dive in, but if he did, his target would be those of note; the King and Duchess, who are more likely to have important information. But he will have to work on them slowly.

He nods over at the King, drawing Erik's attention to him.
]

His mind, however, is like... a hurricane. Like trying to catch a thousand butterflies with a tiny net, or to separate all the fish from the ocean.
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[personal profile] arlintagon 2025-03-18 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's something miraculous about that, and the fact that he's certain, somewhere, his grandsire must be seething about it. Aegon actually laughs. ]

A pleasure, Caitlyn.

[ Aegon's never too tired to play a part. ]

I am. [ Tilting his head, he looks her over quickly. ] Where are you from?
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[personal profile] brandingproblem 2025-03-18 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's downright bizarre in a way. To see Loki as a person. A normal-enough person, the madness stripped away. No half-crazed laughter, not two steps from exhaustion, not wild-eyed and calculating. He's just a guy.

A guy that lives in a tree in the center of all realities or something, but it's apparently made him come out the other side way more chill than Clint ever knew. That and his oddball temporal caseworker team that used to erase timelines and now protects them. For reasons.]


Is this your version of apologizing? [He wishes it came out snappier. Would an apology help? No. If he's honest with himself, it wouldn't mean a damn thing. It happened what feels like a lifetime ago, and he built himself back up, put himself back together, and moved on. Still, the idea that Loki would want to give helpful warnings to him is difficult to reconcile with.] Are all Lokis, you think, like you? Like you were, anyway. [Even a well-meaning Loki is still a Loki. And here Clint thought he has self-image issues.]
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[personal profile] soulsighting 2025-03-18 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Fairies, yeah. But the fae you're familiar with, might not be the ones keeping us here. There's a library somewhere, but I don't think you guys are allowed to leave the party yet without getting into trouble. I don't know much about it; other people are much more familiar.

[They would sneak out and maybe get a book from the library now that Caelus was an established Adopted here, but they didn't want to risk it. It would be bad if they got in trouble before getting home. While they could get away with things back home, they certainly can't do it here. Unless they want to be transformed into a tree or something.]

I would be careful though. Try to stay in this location until the night is over.

[That being said Caelus finally breathes and smiles in a friendly manner again. Careful not to come off as someone who is hostile because... They really aren't.]

I'm Caelus, by the way. There's some of us here, but I'm one of the deities that got dragged here by the fae.
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[personal profile] brandingproblem 2025-03-18 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know what the fuck any of that means.

[That's a lie. There are two Lokis, at least, and he's run into both of them. So, okay, two of Tony isn't so far-fetched. Clint finishes tugging his boots back on, and he still feels like he could kick Tony's entire playboy ass from here to Pluto and back.

Jesus. Just breathe for a second. He does just that. Stops, breathes. Rubs at his eyes and then holds up his fingers.]


Three things. One: is the other you an asshole too? Two: I don't know what Autumn and Dark means in this context. Three: you do not do that again.
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[personal profile] mutantrights 2025-03-18 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She thinks largely in Spanish, and for a moment, Charles is tempted to translate. It's a fairly easy trick he learned at a young age, touching the language center of the mind in order to understand, but it does involve actively reaching into someone's mind.

In this case, that may not be smart. There are multiple people here with knowledge of his future -- or, at least, his potential future -- and he's not entirely sure how much he should risk knowing. If he reaches into the girl's mind and sees everything...

He'll have to think about it. For now, the Spanish will go untranslated.
]

Well, at least I live to a good old age, that's nice to hear. [ He says it cheerfully, choosing to ignore the circumstances he saw hinted at. He can't quite stop himself from wrinkling his nose, then. ] However bald I might become. I knew that already, actually. I talked to my future self some years ago.

[ HE WAS A VERY HANDSOME MAN, THANK YOU. BALDNESS ASIDE. ]

But I'm very sorry for your loss. [ Her sadness is palpable, radiating off her like a little raincloud. ] You've lost a lot for someone so young.
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[personal profile] heavymetals 2025-03-18 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He didn't exactly mean that Charles would hear nothing; simply that trying to dig for the information they might actually want (why they're here, how they were captured, how they can go back home) won't be easy, if at all possible. And yes, there is a sense of trepidation that, no matter how powerful Charles is, he will find himself well past his depth at some point.

His gaze flicks briefly to the King, though he doesn't have to in order to know that's precisely who Charles is talking about. He's silent for a moment, studying Charles intently, a small nod that still carries the same level of concern. ]


I simply don't want you to get swept up in the current. This place, these people— they're unlike anything we've ever dealt with.

[ And at his point in time, Charles hasn't even engaged with Nur yet. ]
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[personal profile] mutantrights 2025-03-18 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
How perfectly absurd.

[ It's not said lightly, but with gravitas and a sigh. He'd initially made fun of the whole thing until he'd learned that Erik had gotten lit on fire by the blasted thing -- he no longer thinks it's hilarious. Which is unfortunate, because being attacked by a dragon in a land of Fae should, by all rights, be so absurd as to be funny. ]

Is the castle nice, at least?
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[personal profile] killedzordon 2025-03-18 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Andros really wanted to fix his shoulders and stare at the older man like 'did I stutter? Care to rephrase that?' Until he remembered that Javert was not in fact serving under him. and Andros had. Literally no prerogative over him. Well, Javert wouldn't be the only one think Andros had a giant stick up his ass, and for the most part, Andros didn't really care what you thought about him. As long as you did what you were told.

Which. Andros couldn't actually enforce with Javert.

It was such a pain when people didn't fall in line and you didn't actually have an authority to make them.]


Sure, go ahead. If you drink yourself under the table or get sick I'm going to leave you there like the fool you are.

[He wouldn't. But it felt good to say out loud. Instead, he just slid his own cup over to Javert. He might as well drink it, Andros wasn't going too.]
fatedfinality: ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ! (ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ ғᴀᴄᴇғᴜʟ ᴏғ ғɪsᴛ)

[personal profile] fatedfinality 2025-03-18 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
A combination of what it sounds like: magic, and technology.

A magitek infantry, for example, are soldiers whose armor is powered by a magical core.


[ It's a little more nuanced (and much more fucked up) than that, but the basics should suffice. ]
fatedfinality: ᴛʜɪs ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ ᴏғ ғɪᴅᴅʟᴇ! (ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ)

[personal profile] fatedfinality 2025-03-18 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Is it really a party without a bit of bloodshed? Most would say yes, but as anyone knows Ardyn doesn't usually aligned with the opinions of most. He catches that tuft of yellow though in his peripheral vision and his eyes immediately tracks towards- Ah. Yes. Prompto.

He looks as anxious as ever, even when he's trying not to be. How cute. He also looks... younger, which is a bit concerning. What does this boy remember? (More importantly: What does he not remember?)

"I'm afraid I tend to be too busy to keep up with the latest fashion trends," he sighs, casual and unassuming. "I'd also say The Emperor might not take too kindly to the outfit he personally picked out for me being insulted, but he isn't here." So: fuck him. No skin off Ardyn's nose and, for him, Iedolas hasn't been a problem for a while anyway.

"Maybe I'll ask our captors eventually for something nicer. Judging from your outfit though: it doesn't seem like they'll be so inclined to provide." Two can play at this game, nerd.
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[personal profile] autumnsrunaway 2025-03-18 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lucien hums indifferently, taking another sip. Of course a human wouldn't know that he speaks to the Emissary of the Spring Court. And of course, he'll stay in this garden, lest give the dream world reason to change to anything less pleasant.]

[In all honesty, he probably should stop talking to the residents of the dream before they start, say, listing his regrets or whatnot. But his ears twitch at the mention of a beast from the stories read to him as a child]


A castle? A dragon? Do go on.

[For the first time, he looks, really looks, at the young man. The lens in his left eye softly oscillates as he takes in the crisp uniform, the strange jewellry, the hardened expression in his eyes. A noble servant, perhaps? The sharpness in his smile softens a tad.]

[A little too much detail for a dream, isnt it? He squashes the thought down and turns. Theres a barely perceptable stiffness to him that he does his best to hide, the lashes across his back protesting every movement.]
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[personal profile] ardentis 2025-03-18 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, I see. [ He smiles. ] We don't usually count the days we have with those we care about. It's measured in feeling, isn't it?

[ Emmrich nods slowly. ] I can't say that I know him well, but he does seem the sort to try to carry his burdens alone. But I'm sure the attempt was appreciated, in some way.

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[personal profile] mutantrights 2025-03-18 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, I'm hardly going to tell on you. They are jerks. They did kidnap us, after all.

[ Charles had known what Fae were, but only in the guise of storybooks and fairytales, mythology that talked about tricker entities and never stepping into rings of mushrooms. He'd hardly imagined that they were real. ]

From what I gather, there seems to be no real pattern about when or where we're taken from. I'm fascinated by the concept that we've all come from different worlds, but that seems rather less important than figuring a way out of our current circumstances.
fatedfinality: ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴛʜ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ʜᴇʀᴏ (ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪsᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ)

[personal profile] fatedfinality 2025-03-18 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
At this hour, Ardyn didn't expect to see Noctis. Nevermind the technicality that he didn't expect to see Noctis at all either, since there he is. Of course, the man would find a seat near him. How could he resist? The satisfaction at such a reaction is plain on his face at that outburst.

He dodges the weapon tossed with just a reflexive tilt of his head. Fun as it would have been to allow it to strike too, well- No sense in staining the table runner of their hosts with his blood so soon. Is there? He grins though at the way Noctis' teeth are grit and eyebrows knit so tightly in an angry glare- All for him!

Oh, he missed this. He was worried when he noticed how much younger Noctis looked, yet it seems like he just gets to have fun with him all over again.

"Me," he answers, holding up his own drink in a toast. "Do you usually assault guests, Your Majesty? That might be a bad habit you want to break before it gets out of hand."
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[personal profile] diana_abel 2025-03-18 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
The castle is...

[She nips at her lower lip. A habit she was never able to break, even as a mortal.

No matter how hard her mother and Ruth tried to beat her out of it.]


Honestly, it makes me think of Alice in Wonderland. You know that? Do you have that book in your world?
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[personal profile] mutantrights 2025-03-18 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
I try to teach, at least. [ He says it glibly, lightly. ] Sometimes my students aren't as enthusiastic as I am about the material, but such is the burden of teaching.

[ He lets her turn his hands and push up his sleeves to expose his wrists, but there's nothing there to find, not even a bracelet or a stray scar. Charles watches her thoughtfully; she's looking for something specific, but he cannot begin to guess at what.

He also wants to ask how she's a telepath without being a mutant. She has something of the ability, and she can quantify it in her own terms -- spying, what an interesting term for it, not incorrect -- but she clearly struggles with speaking. It doesn't seem to be a language barrier, because her thoughts weren't in a different language, so he can only guess at why.
]

What are you looking for? [ The question comes with a curious little smile, an inquisitive dent between his eyebrows. ] If words are difficult, you can picture it in your mind, if you like.
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[personal profile] aspirings 2025-03-18 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Precisely! It's only a dance, after all.

[famous last words.

But she puts her hand in his, and he leads her onto the dance floor with a showman's poise--not too different from how someone onstage might bring an audience member into a show.]


Now then! If you're comfortable with it, you can follow my lead.

[He seemingly has more than enough confidence for the both of them, at least when it comes to dancing. And as the music starts up again, this time a cheery and upbeat tune, so long as she seems okay with it, he'll sweep her into a dance with relatively straightforward steps.]
fatedfinality: ᴅᴏ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ (ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴜʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ)

[personal profile] fatedfinality 2025-03-18 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Somnus and Aera are frequent visitors of his shattered psyche, but Regis? That's a new one, he has to admit. Of course, the man had haunted him for ages after their clash all those years ago but... Ardyn had gotten the satisfaction of his city - and its king - falling by his hands eventually and put that grudge to rest. So, why would he be thinking of him too now-

The touch to his arm is what convinces him this isn't a hallucination. Regis is here. He's real. Just like he mentions: Ardyn was told The Fae liked to play tricks, but this was an especially cruel one indeed. For both of them, in its own ways.

"I... see," he manages, finally, pulling himself from the past to the present moment instead. He has too many thoughts racing, too many emotions raging in him like a maelstrom he can't quite entirely quell. "A shame. It was a nice accessory," he mentions, fingers going to his breast pocket to touch the petals there lightly. His amber eyes move to look at Aera again, smiling like she used to once upon a time at him, and he grits his teeth.

"You can't see her, can you?"
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[personal profile] miraclewater 2025-03-18 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
...The dragon?

[Goddamnit. What is it now. Always some goddamn serpent causing issues out here.

Nahobino's grip on Tsukasa tightens just slightly, tensing, but... the mood here is jovial and light. If there was a dragon, it's clearly gone.]


Did someone beat it?
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[personal profile] mutantrights 2025-03-18 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
You were dying when you got brought here?

[ Charles looks mildly alarmed at this. ]

But you're alright now? The Fae fixed-- or healed you, whichever terminology you prefer?

[ Faithful Caregiver. Dear god. He's adorable. He looks like something out of the speculative sci-fi books Charles occasionally indulges in, far more compact than any technology he's ever seen. And he speaks! And has a mind! Incredible! ]
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[personal profile] aspirings 2025-03-18 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh!

[He looks a little sheepish at that as she explains herself, rubbing the back of his neck.]

I'm sorry if I made you feel like it's strange. [Well. It is, to him, but that's rude, isn't it? Besides which, it's become all-too-obvious that everyone else's lived experiences are so different from his.]

If it's able to be something that positive for you, then... I think that's a good thing. [Certainly better than freaking out, right?] I can really only imagine what a lot of people here have seen, personally.
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Dance

[personal profile] diana_abel 2025-03-18 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
If Diana were human, she would probably have collapsed from exhaustion, by this point. Aside from a few whispered conversations, she pretty much hadn't left the dance floor all evening. There was something about the music and the rhythm and the sense of passion surging through her that kept her going back again and again. She was hopelessly addicted to the dance, tonight.

Really, it shouldn't have been all that unusual. A beat had a way of working through her, reminding her of what it felt like to have a pulse. What it felt like to be alive.

But something about this was beginning to border on the absurd.

The song was transitioning into something smoother and sensual when she caught sight of...

Wait. What? She had to do a double-take.

"...Matthew?"
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[personal profile] valle 2025-03-18 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
( A little divot manifests between her eyebrows, the faintest little furrow of confusion; I talked to my future self. Is that one of his powers? Can he travel through time? Or is it something like coming to this place, where people are out of order, and they come from different years?

She wants to ask, the curiosity runs through her mind like high tide — she loves stories. Especially ones that are true, even if they aren't happy. It's the trueness that matters. They didn't teach her much about history at Transigen — neither human nor mutant, and she tends to be fascinated by the past. Maybe that's a leftover byproduct of her fixation on the comics, which were — as Logan put it — bullshit.

For what it's worth, she thought he was handsome too — in that way that children tend think everyone they care about is nice-looking, regardless of whether or not they actually are. He does look slightly nicer younger and with a head of hair, but a part of her would probably still prefer the version she knew. It would have been nice to be known back. Not that she's going to be picky; she never thought she would see any version of him again. Getting people back after they've died is a staggering revelation, and she can't help but wonder if maybe her father--

That thought hurts, and so she smothers it.
)

It's dangerous to be around me. ( She speaks aloud finally, without even realizing it. It feels like she owes him an explanation, and this one is the truest. What follows her gets people killed simply because she's an expensive tool with patents and copyrights — not to mention the other genetic curse Logan left behind in her; bad things happen to people I care about. ) But it hasn't happened yet here, so I think probably you're safe.

( Provided he even wants her around, now that he might suspect he dies because of her. She wouldn't blame him if he doesn't. She wouldn't take it personally. It would be okay. She can't control her thoughts, but she can shut her feelings about it down and refuse to feel them. )
Edited (god the six typos my adhd misses every time) 2025-03-18 20:39 (UTC)