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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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vecnascampaign: ([Eddie] Acting)

[personal profile] vecnascampaign 2025-03-20 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
Compared to my usual prices, it clearly is a gift.
vecnascampaign: ([Eddie] Cute)

[personal profile] vecnascampaign 2025-03-20 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
[She had seemed so lost and scared. It's in Eddie's nature to try and Shepard lost sheep. Chrissy made it all the easier by being so sweet and accepting.

Unlike her douchebag boyfriend.]


Well, you know... freaks have to stick together.

You're too sweet to ignore.
vecnascampaign: ([Eddie] Really?)

[personal profile] vecnascampaign 2025-03-20 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
Special K? You know? Ketamine?

It's a drug.
invasiveprocedure: (laughing)

[personal profile] invasiveprocedure 2025-03-20 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
[While he may be much more polite and mild mannered than she is, Cassandra is pleased to discover that there's a little bit of mischief in Charles' heart. Perhaps getting to know him will be fun enough that she won't be tempted to do anything horrible to him. She can save her worst for the Fae rulers.

Her smile broadens.
]

Well, well. Aren't you a cheeky enabler? Nevermind marching to the beat of a different drum - I'll dance to it.

[She starts to move toward the dancers and glances back.]

Do you think a touch of telekinesis might add some artistic flair?
inseine: (inkonic larissa javert 2 (33))

[personal profile] inseine 2025-03-20 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
Then it's no wonder you cannot recognize a man when you see one, [Javert returns blithely, utterly calm and outwardly unbothered. Inwardly, his calculations and observations are tying themselves in knots, but that's something to think deeper on later. There is something else in what she said that nags at him, hooking his attention.

His gaze bores into hers intently, and he resumes in a languid, deliberate tone of voice.]


What would you rather be, Sorceress-Woman? Despite your unfortunate birth, your talents speak of a woman who has done quite well for herself.
miraclewater: (drama)

[personal profile] miraclewater 2025-03-20 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh. Obviously. He's never been particularly in touch with what the cool kids are doing.]

that makes a lot more sense

very... thoughtful. i guess
somepartsbroken: (☆ - The doctors and)

[personal profile] somepartsbroken 2025-03-20 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
Dorian didn't really notice any shift, not really. Nothing that can't be written off as them both being in a strange world. It was certainly better than the one he had come from, if asked. Sure, he liked being back where he considered home, but the world had been grim since Alexis passed away.

Shifting, the tall Cainite sat down and offered an easy smile her way. "Well, I don't see why it wouldn't be nice. Even if we are in a strange, strange place. It could always be worse. So, I'm going to try to take it in stride."

No point in getting himself upset. He would rather not hiss and show his fangs or get himself outed. Not realizing yet, he was already outed. "Any advice for a newcomer, even if you have not been here long?" Propping his elbow on his crossed legs and holding his chin against his palm.
cantilevers: (74)

[personal profile] cantilevers 2025-03-20 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
You've made that abundantly clear of that. I had no choice; it was that or... [He trailed off, shaking his head. Why was he explaining this to Silco? The nuance would make little, if any, difference.

No, after putting Felicia and Connell to water with the rest of their dead that day and after all the others had returned to the Lanes or other levels of the undercity, it had just been Silco and him standing in the rain. He'd been raw with grief, unable to comprehend the sheer significance of what they had lost. Silco grieved in a different manner, angry hissing in his ear to go back, to take revenge, to finish what they started to make the deaths matter, to do... Vander had lost it, that deep dark part of himself bubbling to the surface and lashing out.

That night had seem to go on forever and at the same time, it had been brutally truncated from his rage when he'd returned to the bridge with full intention to never come home again. Losing Felicia. Losing Silco... the revolution felt dead without them. He had felt as good as dead without them.

The olive branch made to him in Stillwater prison, blooded and broken, had not been a kind one. It had softened over the years, but back then...

Vander's fingers worked to pin the rose, and it seemed wholly out of place on Silco's lapel like that. They preferred stones and metal as accents, not flowers. It didn't suit the look, but it was Silco's through blood and choice.]


...and me? [He assumed he died after the injuries he had suffered. His jaw worked as he thought of his adopted sons languishing in Silco's office like some sort of forgotten conquest. Janna, he seriously considered punching Silco right then and there, but he turned away instead. He couldn't let the other man see that kind of emotional weakness in him.]

And I assume to released your substance in the undercity? Shimmer, wasn't it?
astronema: (Disapproving)

[personal profile] astronema 2025-03-20 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
Anything else.

[ Simple, doesn't even require thought first. She's considered it before. To be anything else would align her closer with her adoptive father; put even more space between her and Andros. Her and precious baby 'Karone'. ]

And you? Are you pleased to be human?

[ Even if he doesn't know the options. One can be unhappy being something without knowing what else they'd rather be... or fine enough with it, with no need to wonder about what might have been. ]
hevenly: (Sera; coconspirator)

[personal profile] hevenly 2025-03-20 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Angela looks dismissive. ]

Soldier, warrior, hunter. [ Princess, orphan, corival, queen. ] I have been many things in my long life.

[ Now, she does turn, if only to see Sera's face again. ]

None so important as the chosen of my beloved.

[ She looks back over her shoulder, and adds as an aside: ] You don't have to worry. I got her back.
diana_abel: (Skeptical)

[personal profile] diana_abel 2025-03-20 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
Diana took a deep, largely unnecessary breath. She let it out slowly, between her teeth. Considering she'd already completely blown up the Masquerade, she had to approach her reply with caution. And set it up to tell the truth. The dude deserved to know what she'd done.

She was trying to show more grace to Cainites she didn't know.

It wasn't easy.

"Honestly? The best advice I can give is to forget all the rules you thought you knew. We're, like, at an intersection of what could be a thousand worlds, or more. All of us are kind of starting from scratch, making things up as we go."
brandingproblem: (and the fucking melodrama)

[personal profile] brandingproblem 2025-03-20 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
[He's definitely only thinking about his beloved king. There's a whole party of people, and they might as well not even exist. Clint lets out a hot huff of air and a soft curse. Getting taken care of, getting cherished, getting pampered even, all for him, all from his king, all day long? In every possible way? What a promise. His hands move down from waist to hips, pulling in, pressing his body close, as though to squeeze out every ounce of air between them.

He'll be so good.

There's probably a point at which the charm overrides personality completely. Some point where he simply turns into a mindless sycophant, or little more than a reactive body with no active thought attached. Implanted thoughts of bubbling springs and flitting butterflies might get close--Clint's thoughts are solely and entirely on the radiant being before him and everything they could get up to. But would he still be Clint without a few smart comments along the way? Their bodies might be pressed close, but he pulls his head back far enough to look his radiance in the face, a lopsided grin tugging at his mouth.]


My reward is to be allowed to do what I was planning on doing all along anyway? [It isn't sarcastic or mean-spirited. It's playful, bubbles a low laugh out of him as he leans back in to aim for a proper kiss on a proper mouth.] How very generous of you.
somepartsbroken: (☆ - Grab a glass because)

[personal profile] somepartsbroken 2025-03-20 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
That British accent caught his attention. It had been a long time since he had heard one that thick. Looking back at the man who spoke his first thought was 'Did these Fae kidnap Billy Idol?' That was NOT okay if they did.

"Mayhaps, but why stress it? If we can't change it, it's pointless to throw a fit." He didn't sound hopeless saying it more, just accepting it for what it was for now. "Well, at least I don't really have anyone waiting for me." Matthew could, the man was already over five centuries old, and always seemed to cheat death, but that was it really.

"That would explain why that cookie looked to good to pass up." His voice sounded a bit like he came from the southern United States but, who knew what year when he was wearing jeans, boots, a Stevie Ray Vaughn t-shirt and a knee-length jacket. "How long have you been here?"
meforsaken: (- 87.)

[personal profile] meforsaken 2025-03-20 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh. That. With all their own drama, they had forgotten she'd care about that part of the story.]

It was some time ago, but yes. Those were the roles the both of us were written into. Technically he wrote himself into a corner. I saw an opportunity, I took it.
meforsaken: (- 89.)

[personal profile] meforsaken 2025-03-20 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
unfortunately i disagree and say none of you are worthy of such things
opheliac: ✖ malagraphic (pic#17526159)

[personal profile] opheliac 2025-03-20 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
[does he not remember his time being a beast? that's... a little concerning, although, maybe it's for the best. jinx never learned how vander got resurrected in the first place and how he became one with the animal. all she's been able to hypothesized was that twisted doctor had something to do with it, somehow. but beyond why him and for what, she can't truly say or begin to guess. and from how the treatment was going between him and the Herald, it... didn't seem all to pleasant for him.

she huffs out a small chuckle when he takes note of her appearance, smiling sheepishly and even flicks her bang in a silly yet nonchalant manner (even with his giant hands still holding onto her face). ]


Whaaaaaat, this old thing? — Pft!! You're waaaay late with the fashion scent.

[would you look at that? not only his daughter has grown quite a lot and with tattoos, she developed a sense of humor. really sounding and picking up her mother's mannerisms without fully realizing. but all joking aside, her smile shrinks as she wets her chapped lips, testing the words that are rolling on her tongue.]

Before... the war. I, uh. Wanted a change in style, start anew? The Boy Savi—uh, I mean, Ekko suggested it.

[a pause, and then:]

Say, let's go somewhere else. Where we're not surrounded by nobodies.
hevenly: (kind)

[personal profile] hevenly 2025-03-20 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ She nods, still inclined towards silence, until she remembers that they don't want it. ]

You needn't fear any anger from me. I trust that you know better than anyone what stories must be told.
somepartsbroken: (☆ - My self-affliction fades)

[personal profile] somepartsbroken 2025-03-20 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
While Matthew had never had a childe, not one Dorian knew of anyway. He had had a sister who tortured both of them and Maria. Dorian had been the forced childe of Matthew's sister from life, Phoebe. It was why they had different clans, Matthew a Brujah, Dorian a Malkavian like Phoebe. But, if asked, Dorian would always swear loyalty to Matthew, the man was all the family he felt he had.

The tall one had no idea he was holding his pale hand over to the Pandora he had heard so much about over the years. "Of course, why not?" A cheerful tone, a twinge of a southern accent bleeding through. Such a strange sound of Southern California and Southern Georgia blending made of his voice.

He was at least of somewhat modern time. Given that he was wearing blue jeans, boots, a Stevie Ray Vaughn t-shirt and a knee-length jacket.
victus: (pic#17735839)

[personal profile] victus 2025-03-20 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ Viktor was aware that he was being carefully watched. He hadn't survived growing up utterly powerless without developing observation skills of his own. But the offer of his mother's watch was like a siren call, and he felt helpless against the pull of temptation. Not that he ever managed to fight too hard against his impulses. ]

I think you may be right. [ Grasping the watch, Viktor covered it with his hand and drew it close, almost protectively. ] Even here, Zaun is with us. Your arrival is proof of that.
somepartsbroken: (☆ - I always thought we'd)

[personal profile] somepartsbroken 2025-03-20 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
Watching her closely, but mostly in a curious way. Someone who doesn't spend a lot of time around people, but when he does, he tries to hide who much his derangements can affect him. That was part of how he played the Masquerade.

She had no easy task, when one never knows how deeply one may feel about the traditions. In this, she was lucky, he was Matthew's nephew. Phoebe had raised him more of a Sabbat, Matthew beat the masquerade into him over the years before they both broke the blood bond from his sire.

"Wait..." That felt oddly specific, something about it making him focus more on her. While he couldn't read aura's he did have acute scenes. Focusing on her trying to drown out the party. But, it was too loud for him to focus to try to hear her heart. "Are you saying, perhaps if one had a set of rules they must live by, they would no longer need to?" The tone sounded troubled.
foraride: (02)

[personal profile] foraride 2025-03-20 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ The clear doubt in her tone earns a deeply innocent look in return, but Kiriya will stand by it. It's good to have an excuse to kick someone every so often. ]

Yeah? What's your play, then?

[ Assuming that they've all been brought here for specific reasons, at least. And hey, everyone's got a talent or two. Never know when things like that might come in handy. ]
foraride: (04)

[personal profile] foraride 2025-03-20 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
Two months?

[ Okay he knows they said no one could leave, but that...makes it a lot more real, doesn't it. No time to process that, though, so Kiriya just lets out a long breath and gives Tsukasa a slightly more searching look. ]

So what can you tell a poor, confused newcomer?
diana_abel: (Sly)

[personal profile] diana_abel 2025-03-20 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
Screw it.

"Most Cainites here don't follow the Masquerade."

There, she said it. And it was strangely exhilarating. Diana always played by the rules back home, mostly because it meant her continued survival, and the survival of those she loved the most. But they just didn't work here. Not when blood was so scarce. Not when the Adopted had to rely on one another the way they did.

Also, there was the fact that she was a terrible liar. She knew it. Selene knew it. Everyone in California knew it.

Now, she didn't even need to pretend.
formerabyssinian: (Aya: slight amusement?)

[personal profile] formerabyssinian 2025-03-20 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
No, they don't. [In that, Aya found a bit of amusement in that, smiling slightly. He held out a hand to the other. Anyone willing to be trouble with him, and not against him, was alright.] Aya.
closecall: by <lj user=closecall> (this swirling storm inside)

i was just jamming to what's my name

[personal profile] closecall 2025-03-20 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
You're on. Don't hold back on me!

[ It helps that he's a fighter and he moves like one, skillfully matching Harry's moves and tossing in a little added zest of his own. Are some of his moves goofy looking? Yes, but they're supposed to be having fun, right? Maybe he's trying to get a laugh out of the other guy.

Did he just do the Cabbage Patch? Yes. He's an alien, not Patrick Swayze. ]