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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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steepwithdead: (248)

[personal profile] steepwithdead 2025-03-19 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
Hmm... maybe not itchy, more like a little squished. Have you ever put on clothes that are just a bit too small for you? Not to the point of discomfort, just enough to know that it isn't quite right. It feels like that the first time.
bountyfull: ponponpon (twohundredninetynine)

[personal profile] bountyfull 2025-03-19 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a moment where Vash stares at this guy, blue eyes wide behind the orange sunglasses. He blinks, the food in front of him forgotten. Earth. ]

You're from earth? Really?

[ Sorry, they can bond over food again in a minute. It's not the first time Vash has interacted with a human, far from it. But all the humans he's interacted with are people who fled earth after it was supposedly uninhabitable. ]
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[personal profile] aspirings 2025-03-19 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
No, no! I wouldn't say that!

[A quick shake of his head. It feels like a disservice to all of the people who are working so hard to try to make sure that never happens again now.]

The dragon was just... a surprise for everyone, I think. There's been a lot of talk since then on patrols and the like to try to be more prepared in the future.
mentalgymnastics: (teehee by RabbettSie)

[personal profile] mentalgymnastics 2025-03-19 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
Oh! It's so cute...

[She bites her lip and touches it with her pinky and gasps when the small spot turns green... but instead of looking horrified or bothered by it, a mischievous smile slips onto her face. Holding her hands out for it, she gives them a more polite smile.]

I would love it. What would you like in return?
microbrobotics: (wwhhhhy?)

[personal profile] microbrobotics 2025-03-19 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ohhh that gets recognition. ]

Yeah, I get it. Like the time I gave myself super strength. Couldn't get the fabric off afterwards.
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[personal profile] aspirings 2025-03-19 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Tsukasa is, thankfully, so very easy to direct in conversation and in all things; he blinks, still a little distracted by whatever it was he just saw, but answers Kiriya's question automatically.]

Well, as much as anyone here does, I suppose. You're the second group of kidnapped people, unfortunately.

The rest of us were brought here two months ago.
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[personal profile] whatchabuyin 2025-03-19 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
[They start to reach to stop her from touching- but then she just does it. Well. She doesn't seem horrified at least.

It's really good Narciso hasn't gotten this one yet.

They think on it for a moment, considering. What it does, the after effect, and the cloth that conceals it...]


If ya don't mind misisn' a lock of yer hair, I'd take that.
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[personal profile] diana_abel 2025-03-19 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
"About a month," she replied. "Maybe six weeks." Which wasn't to say she felt like an old hand at any of this. But it was at least a little bit of experience. Enough to know she knew precious little at all.

But what was she supposed to do?

Artemis was the smart one. She had nothing but rags between her ears. Everyone told her so and, eventually, whatever. She just believed them. It was easier than arguing.

Still, idiot or not, it didn't escape her attention that he was regarding the existence of Fae with a very cool kind of air. So, being the curious little child she was, Diana took a quick glance at his aura.
klutziness: chocofeather @ LJ (everytime we touch)

[personal profile] klutziness 2025-03-19 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Rikku stands there, fingerguns akimbo, until she thinks that maybe she's done something super offensive in fae-land.

Then she gets fingerguns back, and grins widely. She grabs the fan off the table, and gives a little salute with it.]


See ya around!

[She disappears back into the celebration.]
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[personal profile] inseine 2025-03-19 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
[All of this might have annoyed and rankled Javert terribly, especially in his current condition. Until Andros goes and blows it all with his last line.

'Sot. Like soot?'

Oh. Oh. This is an utter dolt. That is what he's found himself.

Javert holds Andros's stare long enough for the tremulous fury in his eye to give way to recognition and understanding, a light bulb flicking on. Then comes the mighty contraction in his face, where every wrinkle curls, balking. And, at last, he throws up a hand in a listless gesture and sinks down into a bench-seat, back propped against the table. He bends his face into his hand and massages his temple.]


Sot. Lush. Souse. Drunkard.

Take a drink, man, [he issues curtly into his palm.] Or stuff your mouth with one of those pocket pastries over there. Before you hurt yourself spinning those platitudes in circles.

[To emphasize, he tips his own cup in a mock-toast, but doesn't sip. He is too busy willing his migraine away.]

Who are you, now? Not a faerie folk.
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[personal profile] aspirings 2025-03-19 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Aha! An opportunity to brag about his troupe! Something Tsukasa will never pass up!

So he strikes a pose (embarrassing) and beams.]


Ah, my troupe is no mere school drama club production! We were once ambassadors for an amusement park near where I live, putting on shows to bring smiles to everyone's faces all across Japan, and to spread the name of Phoenix Wonderland, of course.

We've since gone freelance, which simply means we have all the more freedom to hone our craft and put on the performances we want to create!

[He beams then, all enthusiasm and sparkles.]

So yes! It's incredibly fun!
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CLOSED FOR BUSINESS

[personal profile] whatchabuyin 2025-03-19 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ooc: Frostbloom will be closing up shop for this visit and taking no more interactions! All ongoing threads will get finished out so no worries there.

I hope the trades have been fun and felt fair as some items were more valuable than others. You guys have been great and so much fun, I hope everyone enjoys their items!]
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[personal profile] valle 2025-03-19 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
( She waits impatiently, standing up on her toes to peer over their shoulder at the contents curiously. The moment they turn around, she'll drop down again Totally Innocently. )

( Re-rolled and got 9, and a backup of 42 just in case that one is already taken! )
haveaname: (Huh)

[personal profile] haveaname 2025-03-19 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
It's not a big deal. Really. You don't have to get me anything.

Seras Victoria. What's yours?
lightish: ([dayshift])

[personal profile] lightish 2025-03-19 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, it's very obvious from the way the fae ruler's dark eyes flash that he's perfectly entertained by that question.]

Kindness means nothing to us.

[And in the blink of an eye, he's standing right in front of the other man, still grinning curiously, but there's an intensity behind is gaze that feels suffocating. This close, Lux's eyes burn like the sun at high noon, radiant and warm and near impossible to meet head on.]

You'd do well to remember that. For the fae, kindness only ever comes in the form of transactions. Favors, information, gifts- [And here the Duke holds out another chunk of that fluffy, fresh bread, dripping with honey, offering it to Nahobino.] So that begs the question, what is it you are looking to offer me?
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[personal profile] mutantrights 2025-03-19 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ He blew himself up! Oh, dear god, what a distressing image.

Charles starts digging around in his inner jacket pocket, looking for his wallet. When he finds it, he takes out a few coins, weighing them thoughtfully in his palm, before offering them to FCG.
]

If it's coins you need, please, I have plenty.

[ He frowns, perturbed. ]

And if you ever blow up again, I'll find more.
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[personal profile] whatchabuyin 2025-03-19 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
[It takes them a minute or two to really dig but they come back with a thin little book of paper.

Setting it down on the table, it's a comic book. It looks a little odd, one shift and it looks very old, but shifting another direction it looks a little new but well loved. The cover reads, "FUTURE SIGHT! THE HERO WHO CAN SEE THE FUTURE!" and a figure's shadow on the side of a brick building, and a night sky in the background.]


I think this one'll be fair for yer glass, miss, if yer all right wi' that.

[ooc: Comic book: can show up to 1 minute into the reader's future, but always leaves a cliffhanger]
miraclewater: (moody)

[personal profile] miraclewater 2025-03-19 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Making everyone happy... maybe. He hasn't seen anyone get in trouble yet, so hard to say what their idea of punishment is.]

Or they're trying to butter us up before we're stuck here. [He shrugs, watching Vash with a sharp gaze. Well, his gaze is always sharp.]

...Do you think the meat also tastes like flowers?
Edited (forgets how common phrases work) 2025-03-19 02:56 (UTC)
astronema: (Window)

[personal profile] astronema 2025-03-19 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ Astronema does indeed just send it back to where it came from, raising an eyebrow. Any scent she's picked up is no worse than half of the monsters she's worked closely with. Different species throw off vastly different compounds, after all. ]

I doubt you'll have to pay to get clean here. Captors who hide their chains tend to try to appear benevolent, at least at first.

[ A shrug, and she's back to toying with the locket, absolutely unconsciously. Was that a deliberate inhale, there? ]

You seem fine to me. But I don't know what your species should smell like.
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[personal profile] soulsighting 2025-03-19 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
Must be hard when the other soul is awake and ready to go. I guess you two make it work.

[They stare at their own heart for a moment, resting their hand on their chest as they remember that their sister was hiding her soul in their own body. It's nostalgic to see Nahobino in a way, but the memory soon fades and they gaze back at the younger boy with a smile that's paired off with an amused laugh.]

For now. Who knows when a fight will break out between other members of the court. I'm sure they're itching for a fight, but whatever. That's for future us to worry about.

[They haven't seen any actual fighting... Yet. Who's to say that they won't see it eventually. One can never trust the fae, and they know that far too well.]

That being said, does your body work similar to a human? Do you actually need to eat food to survive?
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[personal profile] miraclewater 2025-03-19 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh. Well. It really is like the fairy village from Da'at, then. A general sense of community and protection. That's... a nice change of pace.]

I'll look into that. [Only reasonable he should offer to help throw his weight around, right? Though something hits him.]

Even the court leaders were surprised?
valle: (098)

[personal profile] valle 2025-03-19 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
( The moment he pulls out a comic book, her eyes light up. The question earns an eager nod, and she hugs it gently to her chest to avoid wrinkling the pages. She has a stack of them in her backpack that she cherishes, but she didn't think she'd ever get a new one to read. Not as long as she was stuck here.

Frostbloom is levelled with a painfully earnest look, and she breaks through her reluctance to speak to strangers for at least this much:
)

Gracias. It's wonderful.
bountyfull: brokiloen (twohundredtwentyseven)

[personal profile] bountyfull 2025-03-19 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ This is Vash the Stampede. He is rarely, if ever, "pulled together" for very long. It is just the state of his particular unintentional chaos.

He doesn't seem too bothered about being judged. He just grins sheepishly.
]

Well, that's a little better yeah. Not sure I wanna know HOW you know that though...

[ So instead he offers out his prosthetic hand. ]

Vash, by the way.
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[personal profile] mutantrights 2025-03-19 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ What kind of justice? It's a good question, really.

If he had the chance, Charles would reassure him. He'd say that the genocide machines their deaths contributed to had all been destroyed, the program discontinued, and its architect imprisoned. That was justice, as best as they were able to achieve, he'd say.

Privately, he doubts it. What could possibly make up for all those deaths? He doesn't even know how many mutants died at Trask's hands, doesn't know how many were treated like disposable lab rats. The thought of even one is intolerable; that it happened to many is an injustice that Charles suspects will never be made right. But he cannot say that.

He doesn't have the chance to say any of that, though, because the teenager bursts out with his name and a glare so powerful that Charles feels it, and oh, dear god. He's already trying to comprehend his future that Erik knows, and a potential future where he's sick and old and dying with Logan and Laura. And now another branch.
]

Ah, I see my reputation precedes me again. [ He chuckles, the glaring washing right off him like water off a duck's back. ] Yes, I'm Charles Xavier. I'm likely younger and more hirsute than you know me, as that seems to be the pattern I've been introduced to. And who might you be, young man?
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[personal profile] somepartsbroken 2025-03-19 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Not more than a fortnight?" He asked, almost playfully. Keeping that respectable distance as he rocked a little on his heels now, not really nervous or anything, just a touch of that manic energy that came from his derangements. Today was more manic than depressed.

If only he knew she had been the sister of the primogen. To be fair, he would have bowed and made the same promise to be of any assistance she may ever need that he gave her sister back in the 1950s.

His aura was one that shifted mostly pink, which he would laugh about given how dark he dresses. Yellow and violet shimmering in as it shifted. For a dead man, he was pretty optimistic and generally wanted people to be happy. His funk of the early 2000s had passed once he hit the 2010s. "My name's Dorian, what about you?" He asked, he had promised Alexis he would use his real name when she died, but he hadn't really, no, now he would.