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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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brandingproblem: (telling me to choose a side)

[personal profile] brandingproblem 2025-03-15 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's good that someone intervenes, because Clint's about to start grabbing cutlery and hopping tables to close distance. His hand is literally starting to reach for a formidable-looking carving fork when Tony god damn Stark plants his ass between them, half-pleading a case and shoving him away.

His vision isn't so much red as it is filled with dust and emptiness that he does not want to go back to he can't go back to he spent five years--]


What [because that's a dead man making haste to get distance and the dust starts to lift just slightly] the fuck.
steepwithdead: (147)

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[personal profile] steepwithdead 2025-03-15 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh dear, he's been here before, and it was terrible the first round, too. He's not familiar with... automatons? but it's impossible to miss or ignore that panic, so he's jumping on that.]

It's alright, you need not believe them. Try to stay calm, you'll be fine.
bestials: (11)

[personal profile] bestials 2025-03-15 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's an odd question, but not entirely odd, considering the discrepancies he's noticed between the Charles he saw yesterday, and the Charles here with him now. ]

I was on my way to Logan's room. It's... It's Raven, she came to the manor last night. I think she did something to disable Cerebro.

[ He looks around at the raucous party around them. ]

Not that... that really seems relevant anymore.
meforsaken: (- 73.)

[personal profile] meforsaken 2025-03-15 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
“I wouldn’t have phrased it in that manner, but if that’s what it takes for you to understand then yes, sure.”

It’s been a while in mortal terms that Loki genuinely thought they could all look back at that time fondly. No one died, everyone came out stronger, and it was generally pretty fun.

“Literally what reason would I have to lie to you about this? I don’t lie just for the hell of it, my words always have a purpose.”

That’s a lie.

“For what it’s worth, I’ve attempted to avoid spoilers regarding the future. I did show him a memory of ours to put him at ease, just a glimpse of my most recent visit.”

Not the parts where Loki killed a guy and extinguished a planet’s sun.
kirammans: (pic#17741885)

[personal profile] kirammans 2025-03-15 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Then he's lost, too. Or whatever is happening to them. Has happened? She's not sure.

The Anderfels mean nothing to her, and she gives a little shake of her head.

"Then is that where you're from as well?"
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[personal profile] mutantrights 2025-03-15 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ While most are dancing, Charles has been using the time to familiarize himself with the texture of Fae minds. Every species, Charles has found, has its own distinct feel. Mutants, to him, feel brighter than humans, a sharper presence in a crowd. The Fae are... a hurricane of leaves in the wind. Fangs hidden beneath a sly smile. Like stepping into a thick, humid forest. Most of them here are easily readable, but some are far more slippery, and a couple are so alien that Charles cannot even begin to comprehend the pattern of their thoughts.

It's going to take him a while to get used to them, needless to say.

Still, he doesn't miss it when the familiar bright spark of a mutant presence approaches him. She's dreadfully young -- he can only hope she has a parent or guardian nearby -- and she doesn't speak, but she doesn't need to. Her thoughts are being blasted at top volume, with the blissful ignorance of a person who either doesn't know or doesn't care about telepaths.
]

I'm afraid I did eat the food. [ He answers her unspoken question with a rueful smile, lifting the teacup and saucer he's holding. ] I only found out why that's a bad thing after I'd enjoyed the shortbread. They really ought to put warning signs up.

[ That would, of course, defeat the purpose. ]

Did you eat something, too? [ Really, where is her guardian. ] The upside is that it all looks delicious. The downside-- well. That's rather more tragic.
bestials: (53)

[personal profile] bestials 2025-03-15 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Hank frowns. He doesn't know this girl, but something about what he's said has clearly resonated with her. He's not sure why, but he knows better than to discount something like that offhand. ]

I'm.. not sure. But I have to try.

[ He has to believe that the future can be changed. After all, if there's no way to change the future, what was the point in the Charles and Erik of the future sending Logan back? ]
fadeling: (Nothing)

[personal profile] fadeling 2025-03-15 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
I was Cole. [Why isn't he anymore? He can't quite remember. But Solas, though...he does remember that name and the complications that come with it.]

Wolves bite sometimes, but they don't mean it.

[Then he finally does look at Rook, pausing for a breath, two, before he asks.]

What is home?

diana_abel: (Skeptical)

[personal profile] diana_abel 2025-03-15 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Sure, I guess?
hybrid_king: (Head Tilt Royal)

[personal profile] hybrid_king 2025-03-15 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"You used the team emergency alert system to save you from your exes," Teddy points out. So yeah, Loki can be someone that can behave in strange ways in his opinion. "And don't get me started on the sun thing."

Yes, Teddy knows that one. But he sighs and rubs the back of his head.

"I'm not going to lie to him if he asks, Loki. I promised him that."
brandingproblem: (things look dark)

[personal profile] brandingproblem 2025-03-15 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's just familiar enough with this sensation to not jerk away from the hand at his. A little surprised, a little caught off guard, a little of too much is still too much. A little embarrassed in a way. To be caught out like this. To be reacting this way. It's been over a year.

It's only been a year.

This kid looks so young, and she shouldn't have to lead him around like a doddering grandfather losing his way. She shouldn't have to look so sad. But he tightens his grip on hers. He's here. Thanks. Without saying the words.

He should fucking say something. Though it's a few long, stretched out moments before he finally can string together:]
'ppreciate it. [He just needs to breathe. That's all.]
diabatties: (122)

[personal profile] diabatties 2025-03-15 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Please feel free to disregard this if it means nothing to you.
But your display has me curious.
Would you happen to be another kindred?
chronurgist: (pic#17681902)

let's go slow

[personal profile] chronurgist 2025-03-15 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's a brief flicker of confusion when Caleb takes his hand like that, and begins leading him to the dance floor. Perhaps he hoped to sneak away, to have this conversation without the eyes of others on them. But in truth, who can say how much privacy even a dark corner of the garden would truly allow within a Fey's personal domain.

Suffice it to say, he's a little tense as Caleb takes the lead, though it has nothing to do with his partner. Or - it does, in a way that makes him wish this touch of their hands were offered under different circumstances. He sets that thought aside quickly.

He settles into 'step' with Caleb - or, rather, he cheats the way he usually cheats at appearing graceful - by not touching the floor at all. It's simple enough to glide along this way as Caleb leads their dance, the music slow enough to give reason for them to be close enough to whisper. Closer than he has been with anyone in a long while, and this he tries to banish from his thoughts as well as he sets his free hand on his partner's shoulder.

To the question, he shakes his head slowly. ]


Only you, so far. [ There's an apologetic bend to his tone as he meets Caleb's gaze briefly. ] What is the last thing you recall?
steepwithdead: (129)

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[personal profile] steepwithdead 2025-03-15 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Don't mind this fae-looking guy, sipping at a mug of tea and looking somewhat tired. They really brought in more people...? And why did they send some away? The logic, it's losing him.]

I'm not sure about "forever", but it could be a while. I'm sorry.
valle: (xx4)

[personal profile] valle 2025-03-15 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
( Oh- he's reading her mind again. She's not stupid, she connects the dots, draws the conclusion: it's him. It must be. Him, from the same time that Erik is from. Him while young, while healthy. She can't quite conceal the wonderment that floods through her as she inches closer, more open and less hesitant now because she knows this man.

He's good. Kind. He has good intentions, and he's only ever been wonderful to her. The ache of his loss is still fresh, only weeks old, and while it may not hurt quite as much as Logan's does... it still hurts. Charles had been far kinder than her father; he'd communicated with her when she wasn't ready to speak. She'd held his hand after a seizure that shook the foundations of an entire city's worth of minds.

Now- well, this one is far too young to feel like what a grandfather must feel like, but there are still lingering bits of emotion and association.

Her mind is an open book of all of it, because she doesn't know how to be otherwise. Nobody's taught her, nobody has trained her to repress thoughts — though perhaps it helps that most of the higher-level ones happen in Spanish. Feelings, she can swallow. Feelings can hide behind the surface, behind the blank face of a stoic expression she shouldn't be capable of at twelve years old, but thoughts run free. It never bothered her before around him, it doesn't bother her very much more now.

So she thinks at him:

I try to warn people. It doesn't help.
I ate something at the first party. Months ago.
They trick us. They don't play fair.
)
meforsaken: (- 29.)

[personal profile] meforsaken 2025-03-15 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
“It was an emergency! We never hang out!”

And Loki gets lonely easily, which is absolutely an emergency.

“And you’re misunderstanding my intentions. I’ve told the truth to both him and Tommy when they’ve asked outright, and I haven’t lied to either. I’ve merely refused to expand on certain things.”
renhanded: (« [interest] haha and then what)

MY GIRL MY LOVE MY ANGLE, anyway it's also i

[personal profile] renhanded 2025-03-15 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ren isn't actually sure what he's expecting at this party; he's here because who knows who could show up, and he wouldn't want to leave them hanging. And sure enough, he absolutely does a double-take when he sees her, because-- of all people that could be picked. Hifumi? She doesn't even have a Persona.

Well, that's not going to change his right now action, which is coming over and greeting her with a smile. He's not in his old clothes she might have been accustomed to, rather in a bit more tight and formal of a look Akechi forced him into, but he is still wearing his glasses.]


Hey-- sorry I didn't find you sooner.

[As if she didn't probably just appear or anything like that.]
steepwithdead: (54)

by any other name

[personal profile] steepwithdead 2025-03-15 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Caduceus knows better than to interrupt when Caleb's mid-spell, so while Caleb is casting his current round of Identify, he takes the time to ponder (and try not to stress the heck out over) the implications of yet another one of them being brought to this world and away from what they're trying to accomplish. Maybe they could win without him. (They have another cleric. Technically.) But without Caleb? That feels like more of a stretch. Without both of them...

He has no way of immediately resolving that problem, though, so once it seems Caleb's finished, he approaches, finally.]


What are they?

[Also, hi.]
diabatties: (131)

[personal profile] diabatties 2025-03-15 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
( She had to confess: it's a little bewildering. Though she never encountered them, herself, she'd been aware of the fae. Sometimes hearing about the one-off disappearance or so. Being a kindred, she never thought it could happen to her.

But, miraculously, here she was. Sitting out in the sunlight, and chatting with a curious strange. Was this the fae's protection? It's a funny thought. )


Oh, I see. ( Oddly, she's a little nonchalant about this. Wouldn't be the strangest thing to happen to her, anyways. ) I presume you were brought here by the fae then, as well.

( Though, if he knows this much.... )

Could you tell me how long your stay has been?

( Asking, before taking another sip of her wine. )
hybrid_king: (Deep Thoughts)

[personal profile] hybrid_king 2025-03-15 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Which could be done quite easily in other manners," Teddy notes. Not like he couldn't just show up in court. He was good at wandering into their lives.

"When is Tommy?"

Because Teddy's going to have to figure out how to deal with the fact that he's here in unquestionably different clothing than he normally does. And the crown. The sword. Geez.

And he won't even know to worry about his nameplate which will make things VERY clear.
Edited 2025-03-15 18:06 (UTC)
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Bucky Barnes | MCU

[personal profile] ostavil 2025-03-15 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
❥ chance at a dance


Bucky has always loved dancing even if there's not been an occasion for him to do it in a long time so when the party starts up a lively tune, he can't help but dance along. Except, this is no ordinary dancing. Of course it isn't. If it was, he would be in a normal place and he's pretty sure this place ain't normal.

One of the songs makes him remember his partner like he knows them, really knows them, and he doesn't have a lot of friends to speak of. Another makes him feel tense toward his partner and that's weird because he's not really worked up. Another...well. That makes him feel romantic and he hasn't felt that way since the 40s.

Faerie shit, he guesses.

❥ Flower Power


Bucky has never seen the harm in flowers but as soon as he touches the rose corsage to give to one of his dance partners, he sees one of his kills in stark relief almost as if it's happening in real time. That's horrible and he drops the rose like it burned him. He picks up an orchid and it shows when Steve went back into the past for good. It'd been a good thing for him, absolutely, but doesn't mean he still doesn't miss him. The others aren't particularly better but they stand out as better than the first two and he decides that nobody gets flowers for the evening even if he's a flowers kinda guy.
Edited 2025-03-15 18:11 (UTC)
steepwithdead: (16)

flower power (not me googling to check if dhampirs counted as undead lol)

[personal profile] steepwithdead 2025-03-15 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ah... that sure was something. The memories that keep popping up with these flowers are jarring... seems whichever one is causing it is popular. (Or maybe the fae just think it's funny to share the drama of- actually, you know what, that tracks.)]

It's alright. The imagery is not unfamiliar to me, anyway. Sorry for invading your history.

[He grew up in a graveyard, so... that was just life.]
microbrobotics: (skepticism)

[personal profile] microbrobotics 2025-03-15 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay but like - not secretly a robot? Hologram? Mutated human?
microbrobotics: (texting)

[personal profile] microbrobotics 2025-03-15 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah sorry you're getting stared at. Easily the weirdest person he's seen today.

For now he's gonna assume those ears and nose are fake. ]


I mean, I'll just bust us out. You don't hafta be sorry.
Edited 2025-03-15 18:14 (UTC)
hevenly: (grey)

3. also mentions of death

[personal profile] hevenly 2025-03-15 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
There is, in fact, someone standing close by. Someone with an orchid corsage of her own, displaying a vision of herself cradling the lifeless body of a darker skinned woman in her arms.

"It is simply fae trickery," Angela says by way of announcing herself, pointedly not looking at her own display of loss and grief. "You would do best to pay it no mind."