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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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miraclewater: (ring ring banana phone)

[personal profile] miraclewater 2025-03-19 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Maybe the dragon, too, had been drawn by all the Adopted around. Who could say? If they'd brought in a greater number now than usual, then...]

I don't mean to interrogate you. I'm just trying to get a feel for this place.
rosenbridges: hollow art (pic#6165164)

what else is rp for honestly

[personal profile] rosenbridges 2025-03-19 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's been a busy several years, that's for certain. ]

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm great. Now that you're here.

[ Later, when the haze fades and Jane can see properly, clearly, she'll be absolutely fucking mortified, too embarrassed to even face him. At the moment, though, her hand presses to her heart and she blinks owlishly, and takes another step closer. ]

Should we dance?
sod_off: (Spike 39)

Party

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-03-19 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Spike knew what to expect this time. When the Lawspeaker made her speech. So he hung back, watching the various reactions. Studying people. He had a cigarette ready to be lit, and was intrigued by one attendees calmness. Huh.

"Understatement. Dunno how much truth they're telling either. Beyond just that oh hey, you're stuck here." Now he brought up his lighter and lit his cig. "They make it impossible not to have food or drink. Whether you want to or not."
steepwithdead: (244)

[personal profile] steepwithdead 2025-03-19 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ah, well. Easy enough to give his leg a brief and gentle touch to cast a basic Cure Wounds. It looks odd at first- a pastel pink moss grows up over the bruises and scrapes, mending the injuries beneath, then shrivels and crumbles away as dust, revealing clear skin.]

That'll work.
tillimgone: (96)

[personal profile] tillimgone 2025-03-19 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Was he seeing that night because of his own flower or Ivan's, it's not clear. In fact he doesn't even know that's a thing for the flowers, but regardless, he feels connected to Ivan in a way he hasn't before. Like he's the mate of his soul, the other half of a greater whole.

He should write a song about this. About Ivan.
]

Huh? [Till looks around himself for a second before looking at Ivan once more.] Of course I'm me? Who the fuck else would I be.

[Not mad, just amused and a little confused, but he holds his lover's hand back just as firmly. He won't let go this time, he refuses. Where Ivan goes, he will be close behind. Not just because he can't lose the man again, can't bear the idea of him not in his life once more, ripped away, but because he loves Ivan.]

Whatever, your feet are gonna be the victims here.
interwebs: (1613)

[personal profile] interwebs 2025-03-19 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Uhhh... talking? That's something, right?"

Okay, maybe it isn't, but if he and the Lawspeaker talk and they get in a disagreement - which will inevitably happen - Peter doesn't know what the outcome of that will be. They might charm Steve and get him to act all pliant. He heard the King even seduces people. Perhaps he should just come clean and tell Steve about his own experience with brainwashing.

"If they don't like what you have to say, they might. Um, alter your memories." He gulps, gaze casting down. "Like what they did to me." To be fair, he just ate some dessert and didn't really antagonize them, but if they can do that to him, who knows what they'll do with someone who actually will?

"It didn't last very long, but it didn't feel great either."
astronema: (17788458)

the party (also a natural blond but you'd never know it)

[personal profile] astronema 2025-03-19 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The stranger leans into Astronema's space, and the Queen leans away. What the fuck--

Oh, we're doing sneaky questions, are we? Okay. She can accept that. She straightens back up again, and glances at the handful of cookies she'd finally accepted being shoved at her. She's been picking at them more than eating them, but she's taken a few tiny bites and been left alone by their hosts after. Weird. ]


Funny? How so?
proditionis: (pic#17750021)

[personal profile] proditionis 2025-03-19 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Someone who wanted the world for you.
proditionis: (pic#17746783)

[personal profile] proditionis 2025-03-19 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
War is sometimes about attrition. Rushing to the end might only get you killed faster.
zanarkandian: (don't hurt me fuzzball)

[personal profile] zanarkandian 2025-03-19 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Did that tree just talk?

...More importantly, did that tree just move? This place was totally wild! What kinds of wacky things would Tidus see next?

The blonde teenager approaches, eyes wide with wonder.

"It's punch. People drink it to let loose, I guess. Were you looking for water?"
zanarkandian: (climbing)

[personal profile] zanarkandian 2025-03-19 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"...huh, guess you're right," Tidus shrugged. He'd been dragged along and forced to work at new things very frequently lately, and his captors usually treated feeding him as an afterthought.

"But if we're not here to work, is this some kind of vacation that we didn't ask for? Guess it beats being dead, but. It sure is weird."
nothasty: (pic#17749324)

mix between i and iii

[personal profile] nothasty 2025-03-19 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Fangorn has borne witness to the nervous conferencing of Jinx with other revelers at the party. He has not partaken of the food—Fangorn does not eat, as such—but he has seen more and more of the partygoers seeming to descend into a whirling madness that has concerned him. So when Jinx turns from the person she was speaking to last, he approaches, one long stride bringing him much closer to being in her personal space. He bends slightly. ]

What is the trouble, young orc?

[ She looks like an orc to him. ]
proditionis: (pic#17746764)

[personal profile] proditionis 2025-03-19 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
It was.

[ Those scars never quite healed, though. Festering wounds that infected everything around them, bitter memories that filled his lungs like smoke he couldn't fully exhale. Some of those injuries he just kept tearing open, too, using that pain as a reason to keep pushing forward.

What's worse is Vander looked exactly the way he remembered him, a specter from the past made flesh and blood. It seemed even death couldn't keep this hound off his heels. Silco watched those hands turn into weapons right before his eyes and then release, like he was waiting for just the right moment to strike. Still, he didn't flinch.
]

Back when we were still fighting for the same thing. On the same side. [ Back when Silco would have done anything Vander asked without thinking. That time was gone, flushed out of him by the filth of the river. What parts of that man Vander hadn't killed that day, Silco buried. And he was walking away to make sure it stayed that way. ]

Time comes for us all. [ And he laughed, because what kind of question is that? ] Are you really going to waste your chance to talk just to ask me why I'm turning grey?
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somnifer: (pic#17747539)

[personal profile] somnifer 2025-03-19 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Hell is a place Dream knows well. This one is a little different, but they were all similar across universes, places of immense pain and desperate hope. He watches the image waver and disappear without moving, as ever a quiet spectator.

When he looks at Cas again, it's with a hard stare. ]


Even if you hold your silence, you are bound to him forever. [ Dream thinks of Nadia, of Calliope — how he will always be marked by both. Love was the ultimate double-edged short, drawing blood as often as it protected from it. ] Do you wish to carry that alone, always? [ Again, there is no judgment in his voice or his gaze — only a fathomless pit of understanding that stretches across the ages. ]
opheliac: ✖ palpo (pic#17716929)

[personal profile] opheliac 2025-03-19 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
... ure not real.
proditionis: (pic#17746757)

[personal profile] proditionis 2025-03-19 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Silco gestures to the watch as he brings his drink to his lips. He's studying him — the way those eyes move, the lines on his face — but he doesn't say anything. ]
brandingproblem: (we both know that's a fucking lie)

[personal profile] brandingproblem 2025-03-19 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Everything is messed up, and the points seriously don't seem to matter one bit. This is happening, and he is just gonna go out on a limb and assume there's magic involved here.

She comes closer; he stands his ground. What he thinks about curing what magically ails people normally involves some kind of head trauma, and that's not something he's looking to do in case that's really actually kinda sorta perhaps not the go-to answer here.]


Oh, sorry, I kinda already filled out my dance card, and I'm just tuckered out from all the...everything. Maybe a rain check, Doc. [Listen: multiple people can have the nickname Doc. Shh.]
opheliac: ✖ opheliac (bury me alive)

[personal profile] opheliac 2025-03-19 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[unfortunately for vander, jinx isn't wearing a blossom on her person, so this beast he is battling within himself (or out of himself) goes unnoticed. still, his daughter moves with caution again until the gap between them is almost nonexistence. she doesn't answer any of his dying questions, but like him, her pinks whizzes through his large physique — even reaches out to touch his chest before drawing her hand away quickly like she had just felt fire.]

You're... You're really here? A-And... normal?

[when she pans to see his face now, her eyes large and doe-like as the days when she was young, except now no longer having those pretty blues.]
autumnsrunaway: a man in a copper fox mask with long red hair and pointed ears Smirks knowingly at the camera (Smirk)

[personal profile] autumnsrunaway 2025-03-19 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lucien sips his juice and listens thoughtfully. The boy doesn't seem to be lying]

Alright, dreamling, I'll play along. I have been [his hands make an uncertain, vague sweeping gesture] spirited away, like in the tales humans tell about my people. They winnowed me, alone and without my knowledge, or something. To another, unknown faerie realm entirely. With dragons and one singular castle. Perhaps not an entire realm then? Perhaps a smaller island than Prythian, beyond The Wall, where fae still live and magic still thrives, somehow, despite Amarantha's Blight, and without humans pushing them out.

[The world he comes from is far more on the same plane geographically speaking, as if the border between magic and mundane can be drawn on a map. At this point in his young two centuries, growing up well after the Great War where his map was divided as such, the idea of other worlds feels like a childish daydream]

These long-forgotten fae somehow have the power to whisk me away from Under the Mountain along with [he looks around] so many humans. But can not defend themselves from a great beast... [He lets out a chuckle, and continues to muse out loud] Perhaps they bring you for that reason. Perhaps they are strong magically, but need muscle. Humans are nothing if not stubborn and resilient, it is folly to underestimate them.

[In a dream, he can almost admit it- admit how wrong he was about humans. But then - why bring him? With the blight, Lucien's magic is but an echo of what it once was, and surely there are plenty of fae under the mountain in better physical condition than him, whose last memory was struggling to get a shirt on through the searing pain across his back.]
soulsighting: dns (Default)

that makes me so happy and excited ;o; i've been enjoying their CR a lot

[personal profile] soulsighting 2025-03-19 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, that's all I need to know about that, then. Even if there's a smidge of hesitance, I'd rather not know."

Caelus wasn't awfully nosy when they didn't have to be. They usually knew way too much because of their powers, but considering the other didn't want to share what atrocities they possibly had to go through was more than enough for them to remain ignorant to the situation. Sometimes that was usually the best anyway, lest they get angry over how stupid mankind can be sometimes.

"Hah, I guess you're right on the mark. But... With that being said, I am technically the one that does the blessing."

They watch as Genesis' single wing sprouts from his back and outward. Their eyes following the base, and to the edge of the wing with curiosity. Surprised that he only has one wing, but then again, not everyone can be a deity with six wings. It makes them hesitant to show off their true form, but they do smile upon seeing that single wing.

"I've never seen a black wing before... I would touch it, but wouldn't want to ruin this dance."

Tempted to touch and break this song and dance, but they won't. Instead, there's just a flash of light that comes from Caelus' form. In an instant, showing who they truly were. Two head wings becomes six that fold neatly into their hair, before flaring out at the bottom. At the back, there's six, large wings to counteract the black one Genesis' has on his back.

There seems to be feathers littering the floor now, but Caelus' wings stretch out behind them, before curling in to block out the audience from their eyes.

"Careful not to step on our feathers then. The last thing we want is for someone to slip and look silly."
opheliac: ✖ opheliac (pic#17557335)

[personal profile] opheliac 2025-03-19 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[now if jinx didn't come from a world where different species such as: golem (robots), yetis, celestials, mages, and dragons, she would find fangorn very alarming and possibly down right spooked. but even with her background, her mouth is still slightly agap with wide eyed when he bends down to her.

the bluenette had felt like the trees had spoken to her before, but not in a literal sense. could this creature be one of the "hosts" she's been hearing about? and what in the world is an... "orc"?]


You never heard, "don't eat strange food"? [she studies fangorn carefully, her pinks traveling all around his form.] — You look like your part of the forest, Stumps. Isn't it your job to tell us, "Hey, numbskull! This crap is poisonous" and junk?
proditionis: (pic#17746771)

[personal profile] proditionis 2025-03-19 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
No? What am I then?
autumnsrunaway: from side profile, a man in a copper fox mask with long red hair and pointed ears laughs, mouth wide (lmao)

[personal profile] autumnsrunaway 2025-03-19 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Neither does he, not really. He's still figuring this "different-fae-realms-have-different-rules" shit out. He might be a little too drunk to remember to be figuring that shit out. He staggers back and laughs.]

Because- because you're human! You know what, I bet- I bet someone told you about the wine! And you ignored them! In your bull-headed, human-y [jazz hands for emphasis] way.

[He reaches for his daggers. He has none. He looks down. No shoes either. Fine, whatever.]
inseine: (pic#13407197)

[personal profile] inseine 2025-03-19 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Out in the stars, where things make sense. [His eyes roll ceiling-ward, then slide shut. Of course. Of course. Another matter his small mind cannot comprehend; the last he thought of the stars, he was watching them blot out, one by one, in the deep night sky.] Indeed. Color me envious.

[What does Javert look like to Astronema? There are a few clues to gather from his dress.

First, that whatever planet he did come from, the fashion of his home is quite formal and multi-layered. He's dressed entirely in drab earthen tones, perfect for hiding any stains from the river bed. His trousers fall over his once impeccably-shined boots, his double-breasted overcoat drapes elegantly down to his shins. The buttons are made of a plated metal, piping running along the lapels. A wrinkled knot of cloth, called a cravat, rests at the base of his neck, over a stiff leather collar to maintain a firm shape. Strapped to his belt, peeking beneath his voluminous coat skirt, are a mean looking cudgel and a police-issued saber.

He makes an aborted reach for his head, as if to adjust his hat, then remembers where, precisely, he left it, and drops his arm (and his eyes) with a frown.]


I was lately of Paris. Nothing made sense there, either, I assure you. Not in the end. Though it seems that our hosts have collected our spirits from all reaches of existence, haven't they?

[If her word about being 'from the stars' is to be believed. And frankly, he's willing to believe it, after seeing her impossible magic with his own eyes. He has plenty of time to shut down and go catatonic well into the night later, when he's alone.]
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