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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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toothaches: (i swear to drunk im not god)

[personal profile] toothaches 2025-03-20 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I'm takin' it, trust me."

He helps himself to another tiny burger. They taste really good. Probably more so because he's so drunk.

"You gotta try the Tiny Burger, Spike."
somnifer: (pic#17747541)

[personal profile] somnifer 2025-03-20 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
Would you deny all his work? [ There's a shadow of a smirk playing at Dream's lips, his gaze bright and starry. He's definitely amused. ] I see no reason for your enduring disapproval.

[ That was a tiny bit of a lie. He did understand Hob's position, and he empathized with it on a far deeper level than he was interested in analyzing at the moment. Truthfully, Dream preferred focusing not on the playwright, but the man currently accepting his hand. ]

Some, [ he murmured, waiting until Hob took the lead. Did he want to surprise him? Maybe a little. ] A waltz for now, perhaps. To test us both.
gossiptoilet: (pic#17739316)

I just picked him up and I'm loving playing him!

[personal profile] gossiptoilet 2025-03-20 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
Oh and that's the worst part, the waste of money! I honestly quit trying after that cheesecake because it just wasn't worth the hit to my budget.

I ought to see if the fae can make a good cheesecake..
inseine: (inkonic larissa javert (37))

I'm torn between letting them continue to chatter or saving it for the proper game bc i like them

[personal profile] inseine 2025-03-20 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Javert's crises are more philosophical in nature than Astronema's, but the root is ultimately the same. Low birth in a prison cell, odds stacked against him, worked to surmount his base beginnings with honesty, toil, hardship, only to flinch and fall in the end when all of his principles shattered to pieces.

His humanity killed him. He can say that without doubt.]


More in common than I suspect we know, [Javert mutters ominously. A suspicion buds, nestled in the folds of his brain; the Fae chose them all for their similar failings. There is more to this puzzle, he's sure of it. But for now, he has had enough of thinking and digging to last him the welcome party. Imagine, the detective at last grown tired of detecting! (for now)

He nods curtly and leads the way around the periphery of the party, marching a curved line to a less crowded table for the drinks. He won't turn around again until he reaches the goal, nimbly sweeping up two pints of sweet-smelling stuff in his fists. He offers one of them to her.]


At your ease. We have all day, it seems.
pagekaren: (Default)

[personal profile] pagekaren 2025-03-20 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe they're just tired of doing their own dirty work.

[Karen sounds sort of resigned as the makes the observation. She can't stop thinking about the morality behind the actions they've seen from the fae so far. The overall picture just makes her think that their way of feeling and relating with others is just...alien. Like it's never going to parse because they're speaking two entirely different emotional languages.

On the plus side, she is pretty sure that means they'll be able to figure out a way to surprise them.

When Clint reaches across the table, her attention re-focuses on him in a way where it's clear that she's suddenly put two and two together. Like that act of reaching out and making a not-promise about getting out of there is what finally makes her go oh, shit, this is an Avenger.

After a moment, that recognition is replaced with understanding.]


No, you won't be alone in that. This is on all of our shoulders. I don't imagine they'll make it easy on us. [She's still obviously tense, but there's something in the way that she says that last sentence that makes it sound like what she's really saying is that she's never met a challenge she's backed down from before. Even when she's scared. Maybe even especially when she's scared.]
nothasty: (pic#17749329)

[personal profile] nothasty 2025-03-20 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Mmr, all life has its means to live," Fangorn says in his usual languid way. "Animals and men must eat. I know this is true."

Which is why he doesn't begrudge Spike eating a poor, defenseless onion. Onions proliferate so easily, that there will always be more.
proditionis: (pic#17750616)

[personal profile] proditionis 2025-03-20 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
Or what, Vander? [ Maybe the minutiae didn't matter, but they had the time, now. There was nothing left, and Silco had enough patience, for now, to listen.

It wouldn't heal the past, it wouldn't change the future. It was just... conversation, and there was something almost comical yet cathartic about that. Silco might have laughed, if he wasn't sure something else might have come out of his mouth instead. Because who were they anymore? Two phantoms whose purposes have run their course, shells emptied out by the city they served and for what?

Flowers and sunshine and a party that felt more patronizing than celebratory. Silco was a revolutionary, he was an industrialist; his life was tied up, bound to Zaun in a way that made him somehow more and less than a person. He was an idea, hope, failure, loss, promise, and now he was dead, too.

But he stood, stock still with his gaze fixed on Vander as that rose was pinned to his chest and he waited, patiently, for the pinprick that never came.
]

I would have done the same, if we had found the body. [ All of them, together, in his office above The Last Drop, the closest thing to home any of them had had. ] I had them search for days, but we never found [ Silco wanted to be impersonal, say 'it', say 'anything', but what comes out is: ] you.

[ Ah, Shimmer. His greatest failure and his lingering legacy. He didn't have the control over it that he once thought he had. ] I did.
astronema: (17788458)

follow your heart lmao

[personal profile] astronema 2025-03-20 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Astronema takes the offered pint in the hand not still toying with her locket, and glances around them. The sky hasn't truly changed its hue this entire time. ]

Considering we haven't even rotated past sunrise, it could also be a very long day.

[ Planetary time is as varied as it gets. Another reason she's always preferred her ship; the schedules don't change unless she changes them herself.

She lifts her pint in a little toast, a literally universal gesture. ]


To enduring whatever nonsense this is.
somnifer: (pic#17747540)

[personal profile] somnifer 2025-03-20 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
It is. [ Dream is pleased when the quote is recognized. And while he doesn't quite smile, there is a clear softness to his expression. ] The Two Gentlemen of Verona. I believed it might befit an occasion such as this. The natures of our hosts can be unpredictable, much like the changing seasons.

[ He still seems too calm about all this, but maybe he's just a giant weirdo. The standing unnaturally still part certainly adds to that. He also isn't blinking? Just all around bizarre with this one. ]
somnifer: – commissioned, dnt (pic#17747545)

[personal profile] somnifer 2025-03-20 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ah. This one was powerful. Surely all who had been gathered here were selected for a reason, and he could sense there was immense magic at her fingertips. Dream was intrigued, to say the least.

He led them onto the dance floor, a curious expression on his face as he peered at her, trying to place her face. Dream was usually very good with faces. ]
Have we met? [ It's spoken so softly, and yet somehow, his voice isn't drowned out by the music. ]
meforsaken: (- 83.)

[personal profile] meforsaken 2025-03-20 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
[At the very least, they'll both feel like fools in the end.]

I could wait a millennia more and it would still be worth it, were you waiting for me at the end.

[Loki kneels and takes her hand, kissing it gently. They can play the part of Asgardian royalty as well as Thor, and somewhat better than him in some regards. When they stand, they keep hold of her hand, ready to walk about the party with her.]

Have you been settling in well? I imagine my brother has taken you to Asgard before, but the Fae are a different matter.
ljome: (010)

:>

[personal profile] ljome 2025-03-20 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ That almost might be noticed, but Sunna doesn't press. She's just chuffed by this entire interaction so far—at the offer of the story, the playful expression only broadens. ]

Please do! Have a seat, tell me a story. Carrot?
ljome: (002)

[personal profile] ljome 2025-03-20 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Oooh, okay, I want to know your definition of a party."

Sunna's not chasing the personal space, at least; he leans back and she doesn't follow, but her level of looking curious appears to be about to hit critical mass. "We didn't kidnap you though," she points out, "we adopted you. It's the good kind!"

That's definitely how this works!
opheliac: ✖ malagraphic (pic#17526124)

FAST- FORWARDING TO THE PUB ▶▶

[personal profile] opheliac 2025-03-20 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
[gosh, there's so much to talk about, years to catch up on. but for now, she nods to her father about the confirmation of ekko, then suggests to him that she saw a bar nearby and they can speak there a little more exclusively. so as the subject line says, time skipping of their journey because the player doesn't know how transportation works in this game. something about a train but it's not in use, so idk, they walk, she guesses. but enough meta writing.

they enter inside and in despite the main attraction being at the party, the pub seems rather lively, too. and bizarrely enough, the interior of the establishment is somewhat like the last drop when vander had control of it, except the jukebox is nowhere in sight and the booths and tables look different. a woman (the bartenders) notices the two and greets them — blowing a kiss and a wink to vander as she says,"hey, big boy" his way.

this... grants a glare from jinx, and she instantly grabs a hold of her father's wrist to tug him along. yeah, she doesn't think so, girly. she can smell a floozy a mile away, and definitely a woman that her father needs to stay away from. anyhow, she guides them both to a booth that's a bit isolated from the crowd, exhaling out a big sigh as she plops herself on the cushion — suddenly exhausted. ]
Edited 2025-03-20 03:27 (UTC)
umas_second: (Default)

[personal profile] umas_second 2025-03-20 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
Aye. Lived under a magical barrier my whole life. Spent some time in th'vicinity o'some pretty powerful spells too. Ye really canny feel all th'magic here? No' even a wee bit?


[Harry snorted and shrugged.]


Known people tae wear it f'the look. People're crazy.
astronema: (17788458)

GEIS | username: voidstar

[personal profile] astronema 2025-03-20 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
That is a proper gift.
astronema: (17788458)

GEIS | username: voidstar

[personal profile] astronema 2025-03-20 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
Fickle is one way to put it. Unable or unwilling to think through what they're demanding is another.
kingkingcxiii: Before (Before)

[personal profile] kingkingcxiii 2025-03-20 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
"For better or worse, I cannot," Regis' words are heartfelt, but also a little uncertain, a reflection of the mixed emotions of the man he's standing next to. Whoever he is seeing, she must mean a lot to him even as her absence hurts.

"Would talking about her ease your mind? I know it is not the same, but my heart aches for my own wife who is back home while I am here. I can understand the loss of one close to you, even if just a little."

He has no idea if the person the redhead is seeing is alive or dead, and if she has passed, that will make the pain even greater. For him, there is no going home to her once they escape this place because she's no longer there.
formerabyssinian: (Aya: this won't be easy)

[personal profile] formerabyssinian 2025-03-20 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
[If he was in a life or death fight, he'd have the instinct to duck, dodge, pivot, parry...basically survival mode would be cranked up. The hairs on his neck would stand up when danger got too near, and adrenaline would numb wounds. He knew the sensation of danger. Of death being just a wrong move away.

Aya glanced around quietly. Besides the feeling of uneasiness in being in a new world surrounded my strangers, and the warmth of the sun's ray slowly chasing away the chill of the night, Aya felt nothing. So he shook his head at the question.]
What should it feel like?

[That reminded him of cosplayers, but even those swords tend to not be real, due to the strict laws. He gave an amused sound. It probably still came out as derisive.] Or an idiot.
ghostlight: (Default)

smoke break uwu cw weed, i suppose

[personal profile] ghostlight 2025-03-20 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ Emerick should be used to this state of shell shock by now. For every good day he's had, there seemed to be three bad ones, and the definition of "bad" grew more extreme with each iteration. This place was surely a dream, but that hardly made sense given where he was last and what he had seen. It dredged up too many bad memories for him to think of a place like this. The last 24 hours had been too much. From following Sulfur to meet up with the old Texan's former crew, everything (everything) during that, and now suddenly being here? He needed to get somewhere quiet and take the edge off, so he stepped outside.

Perhaps the man shifted his weight, or perhaps he adjusted his shirt just so, but Emerick's gaze cast sharply at the sound of some movement that no normal human should have been able to hear. He'd known his nerves had been frayed and unraveling - especially after his latest cyberware installs - but the way his heart beat like a jackrabbit running from a fox told him all that he needed to know about his current state of mind. He lowered his gaze in a way that was almost submissive just to keep from seeming rude, then took a long hit of his vape pen. He momentarily closed his eyes in relief as he felt the edges of his anxiety soften and blur along with the too many thoughts cycling rapidly through his mind. Once he felt a little more in control of himself, he spoke up. ]
You know, if we're all really trapped here, I couldn't think of a prettier place to be stuck in.

(OOC -- I just noticed I don't have premium for Emmy so I'm just not gonna bother with icons for now, hah. Just imagine a strung out college student who runs almost entirely on coffee and caffeine pills during finals week and you've got him down.)
oncearanger: (back in blue)

[personal profile] oncearanger 2025-03-20 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Billy is relieved to change the topic, but he manages a small chuckle. ]

We've been brought into the fae realm. Why, I don't know. But our court leaders seem amused by their new subjects.

Strange things can happen with fae magic. Be on your guard. Even the food and drink can be enchanted.
bubblegumheart: (pic#16094611)

[personal profile] bubblegumheart 2025-03-20 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
I'm a little sad that I never got to say thank you.

[The last time she'd seen him was while he was leaving the room, after all.]

You were the only one who noticed there was something wrong.
closecall: by <lj user=closecall> (to be seen a kingdom of)

[personal profile] closecall 2025-03-20 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
Then you'll know they were a big pain in the butt.

[ So why is he dressing up like one? Details. A joke is a joke and if anyone needs to liven up it is Andros. ]

Hey, a Ranger is a Ranger, it doesn't matter how old they are. Besides, that probably means you could teach us a thing or two, huh? We're not all-knowing. [ A certain Red Ranger may think he is though. But a whole network, he can't help the smile that stretches across his face. ]

That sure would've saved us a lot of time. I know what you can add when we get back: don't eat the food if you randomly show up on a weird green planet.
attackbrows: (➤ o75)

[personal profile] attackbrows 2025-03-20 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Wouldn’t that be novel? A friendly postcard from a top official of the Faerie council. “Sorry for the trouble. In a crisis. Care to pop down this rabbit hole for a mo’? I’ve made nan’s lavender ale and citrine scones.”

[ He quips without missing a beat. Sure, there is the whole “seeing” Rose again. But what is he supposed to do? Whip his head around and shout, “Rose! Look at me! It’s me!” Oh, that’ll really get this little reunion going.

For now, he continues to look across the table and hold his tongue. ]
closecall: by <lj user=closecall> (queen the wind is howling like)

Dancing. guess who

[personal profile] closecall 2025-03-20 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ That sure is a girl who looks like a hound but does Zhane care? Not even remotely, he is dancing along with her and laughing, even giving Loona a little twirl if she'll let him before he politely steps back again to give her space. ]

It sure feels like it, huh?

[ He matches her step for step after that, occasionally whipping out an absurd looking dance move that somehow manages to look kind of cool when he does it despite everything. Karovan moves. Who said he couldn't have two best friends here? But, if she doesn't know his name, clearly they need to have a proper introduction. ]

My name's Zhane, what's yours? You've got some great moves. Where'd you learn that?