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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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bestials: (105)

[personal profile] bestials 2025-03-21 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hank can't help but whisper, ] Just like Logan...

[ He hasn't run into all that many mutants thus far in his career. But so far, he hasn't seen any direct duplicates of mutations. And sure, Logan's claws were made of bone, and Laura's claws are metal, but it just feels like too much of a coincidence to overlook. ]
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[personal profile] interwebs 2025-03-21 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
Well -

[ That's honestly a good question, one that Peter hopes he can answer with certainty. But there have been so many weird things that happened here that he's not even 100% sure this is completely real and alive. There's always this 0.01 percent chance that maybe, just maybe, this isn't.

But Peter's a man of science, and while none of this makes sense in the realm of science and facts, he knows for sure after testing that everything he experienced are real to him. And that should count for something. ]


- I couldn't have died from the stress of studying for my finals even if my Thermodynamics subject is a doozy. It'd be pretty alarming if all of us died at the same time, too.
elementofcupcakes: (Pony Pinkie: whoa...duuuuude...)

;; thank you!

[personal profile] elementofcupcakes 2025-03-21 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
I'm trying to figure that out but only got the mouth part [ Don't think the 'hell' part was ever covered in school. ]
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[personal profile] valle 2025-03-21 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
( Whispering doesn't do much when you can hear the way she can hear — it's not quite as strong as her sense of smell, but it's plenty strong enough to pick up on that. She doesn't bother to hide it; now that he's said the name, the bubble has popped, and she nods solemnly at him, scrubbing chocolate away from her mouth with the sleeve of her denim jacket. )

He was my father.

( Was being the operative word. )

You knew him.

( This is not a question. She smelled it earlier; she can still smell it faintly now. The same, only different, because there is no smell of sickness overlaying it. )
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[personal profile] starslings 2025-03-21 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
Andros!

[ Relief at seeing him is immediate and she throws her arms around his shoulders, grateful that she isn't alone in this weird new place. She pulls back a moment later, concern on her face. ]

So it's true, that we're what... stuck here?
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[personal profile] bestials 2025-03-21 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ The past tense flies completely over Hank's head, as distracted as he is by the rest of the revelation. But he nods. ]

Only briefly. I was actually on my way to see him, before I woke up here.

[ To wake him and Charles up, and let them know that Raven had destroyed Cerebro. ]
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[personal profile] soulsighting 2025-03-21 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
Huh. This is the first time that they've been on the other side of being bowed to. Usually they're the one bowing to their dance partner due to ranking issues, so this was pleasant. A smile spreading upon their expression as they wait for Genesis to rise, before pulling their hand away and letting it cross around their chest as they bow down in turn. Even giving a little curtsy with their coat, before lifting their head up once more to gaze back at their former dance partner.

"Genesis, then. Thanks... If you need anything from me, you can just reach me on the leaf. But I'll keep your offer in mind. Your skills will be useful, if another dragon attacks us or, or something worse."

Their leaf is somewhere in their pocket, but they don't reach for it to show Genesis. Instead, they take a step forward, letting their wings curl back into their body as the light dissipates. Happily offering their hand in a friendly gesture, making true to their offer to get to know them better.

"Let's talk some more."
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[personal profile] mississippis 2025-03-21 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
Rogue probably would have been even more distraught if she'd been on the receiving end of Laura's memory than she already is. Which is saying something, because what she'd seen is Pretty Damn Bad. 

"I'm sorry," she says softly, about both those things. As someone who keeps a lot about herself close to her chest -- hell, she rarely shares her birth name with people-- she can empathize with how awful it would feel to be forced to tell the truth about things she's not comfortable sharing. And the memories... well.

"Do you need to talk about it? The memory you saw?" She's also not one to pry, mostly because she tends to shut down when people push too hard with her. But she doesn't know that Laura had had someone (never mind Erik of all people) to help her process whatever she'd seen.
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[personal profile] victorycurls 2025-03-21 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
"This is the first time I've seen any violence." Peggy purses her lips thoughtfully. "By and large, they're mostly hands off; they don't seem to care much what we do. According to them, we're here for entertainment." Not that Peggy believes that, or that she trusts any of the fae's claims. "Manipulating us at these parties is just another part of that."

She's not defending the fae at all, just pointing out what she's seen. But she also knows that they've only been here for two months, and anyone can hide their true motives for that long.
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I did not know I needed these interactions!

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-03-21 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
Basically it's a place where the line between dimensions is thin, and in this case there's a really really bad and evil place close to Earth. So the evil energy leaks out and makes things all wiggy and more likely to go wrong or strange.

[Look, he's guessing this...whoever this is is pretty innocent. He's not explaining Hell in detail to them.]
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[personal profile] valle 2025-03-21 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
Me, too.

( Only briefly, she means. Not long; days, a week, maybe. It's hard to keep track, with as often as they moved and as chaotic as it had all been. He'd slept for a number of them, toward the end. Does that count toward the time she spent knowing him? Learning what he sounds like when he has nightmares? )

If you think of a way to help your friend... can you help him too?
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[personal profile] brandingproblem 2025-03-21 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
[...So. Not what he was expecting a little girl to just whip out and handle in a way she should absolutely not know how to handle. His eyebrows skyrocket.

And he does not initially take it. Because he has so many questions. But in the land of the fae, where it seems like bargaining is the way things work around here, the most prominent at the moment is:]


What do you want for it?
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[personal profile] mentalgymnastics 2025-03-21 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
Wait but if you're poor why did he try and gold dig?
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[personal profile] bestials 2025-03-21 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hank definitely assumes that she means the other part— that she was also on her way to see him. ]

I was actually trying to do that already, back home. [ He frowns, furrowing his brow at her as pieces slot together in his mind. ]

But I'm guessing you mean, can I help him with something specific.
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[personal profile] mentalgymnastics 2025-03-21 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
Basically it is yeah. Or something like it.

I feel like if it was him, I... wouldn't be me.
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[personal profile] miraclewater 2025-03-21 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
[He can tolerate the mild insult. Better that than her growing angry at him mid-dance for not performing to her expectations.]

Whatever you'd prefer. [He's playing a bit coy, still testing the waters of this interaction before he gets too arrogant.]
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[personal profile] miraclewater 2025-03-21 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Their gaze follows Caelus' pointing, though his mood shifts from curiousity to mute horror when Caelus mentions the price. An emotion?

Nahobino stares at them now with an extra layer of wariness. Before, he had thought them like other gods -- someone to be wary of least they view you as an obstacle, but generally not someone who'd bother to deal with him. Now he can't help but wonder just how dangerous a god without some essential emotion could be.

They're not wrong, Aogami replies to Caelus' last comment. Another time, he might've sent back amusement at someone having read Aogami so easily, but right now they're feeling particularly wary.]


Do you feel it was worth it?
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[personal profile] myshallowemotions 2025-03-21 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Ivan goes slightly dazed and breathless for a moment, a rare light flush high on his cheeks. He probably looks a little dumb, eyes unblinking, fixated on Till's face. The only thing saving him from tripping them both up is the years of training under his belt.

It takes him a beat too long to realize he hasn't responded but it's like his world just got rearranged into something that feels more like a dream than reality. Till pulled the words from his own head, his heart, really. How is it that less than a year ago, he felt like he was dying, his love something toxic and deadly, eating away at him until there would be nothing left but an empty shell and now he's getting everything he ever wanted?

A stomp on his foot, jump starts his brain, gets his vital organs back online, whether it's intentional or an accident he's not sure but the pain helps.]


You feel that way when you look at me? At least right now? Because it feels like I've had this hole inside of me my entire life. Maybe it's my heart or maybe it's my soul but it's been waiting for you. You're the only one that can make me whole...like it's Till-shaped.
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[personal profile] firings 2025-03-21 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ Forehead creasing a bit in curiosity, John looks at Hank and squints. ]

He didn't? [ He snorts, then smirks a little. ]

Did he grow it out or something? Had some cringey ponytail?
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[personal profile] killedzordon 2025-03-21 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
I'm sure we're not actually stuck here.

[Andros wrapped his arms around her, grateful she was here, his own heart getting a little lighter. Zhane. Ashley. If he was going to be stuck here (and he didn't intend to be) at least he had his two favorite people with him.]

I mean, I haven't found a way out yet, but we will. And Cassie and TJ and Carlos are back home looking for us.

[He really, really hoped at least. You couldn't just kidnap rangers and hope no one noticed, even if you did cross time.]
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[personal profile] valle 2025-03-21 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
( She's learned a few lessons about the fae in her time here, too — namely, that they do not like stealing at all. They're much less happy about it than the people at gas stations and convenience stores, she's learned, and so she does not do that anymore. She barters with what she can just like everybody else. Usually, it's sea glass harvested from the beach, or pretty shells, or smoothed out stones from the river. Things she can collect, things that are pretty but that ultimately should not hold nearly as much value as they seem to.

She knows people deal in trades here. He's smart, she thinks, for picking up on that already even though it is only his first day. She purses her lips, thinking hard. Squinting at him. There is nothing on his person that she can see that she especially wants, and she doesn't know what favors he's capable of giving her other than to try and kill the fae — not a promise he can make. Not honestly.

After several long seconds, she decides:
)

A story. Something true. That will make us even.
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[personal profile] silent_sacrifice 2025-03-21 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
At the word 'dragon' his eyes sparkle with delight.

"I do quite enjoy dragonslaying, actually. They are wonderfully tricky creatures, especially in possession of higher levels of magic or intelligence. Of course they are only worth hunting when they are a risk to others. It is a true shame that I missed out on such combat."

Still, he gladly takes the hand offered and wraps an arm around it instead as if he was naught but a lady being escorted to a playhouse. What? He can respect the fact that he's the shorter person in the conversation here.

"Allow me to extend my apologies. In the course of the music I failed to compliment the mastery of your garb. You must tell me who did the work. I shall require a new wardrobe now that I am here, of course. And my only shirt and coat are in a dreadful state after years on the road. Not to mention the holes from the wing."
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[personal profile] monomachy 2025-03-21 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
[The box is interesting, and she notes the discrepancy in the size inside and outside. She's learned, by now, that the fae have an aversion to iron (putting it lightly), so she assumes the pan is made of that when Frostbloom pulls it out wearing such heavy protection.

If only she knew how to cook.

Still, she's interested, because perhaps this is a sign that she needs to learn. She certainly can't keep subsisting on pub food and whatever she can scrounge from the kitchens.]


It is a fine piece. What would you trade for it?
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[personal profile] sensors 2025-03-21 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ spock doesn't jump, or jolt, or anything like that, from the contact: he's aware of jim kirk's penchant for touch, and the courtesy of doing so through his sleeve when it's simply done and not offered for spock to choose is, as always, appreciated.

then he shakes his head. as long as there remains a chance to go home, they shouldn't discuss it, because if spock gets too many details, he'll start planning. and no one wants planning.

(spock dies in every timeline where chris remains unharmed, but spock doesn't know that. it's unlikely it would change his desire even if he did.) ]


I am grateful you can tell me that much.

[ his gaze follow's the other man's off toward the town before he nods his agreement. ]

That is an acceptable course of action.

[ and, as they walk, since their current status is most pressing: ]

I would like your assessment of the information we have been given as to our current situation.
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i can't stop laughing, this is not the milf you're looking for

[personal profile] hactenus 2025-03-21 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ Igraine notes the placement of his hand and the way he almost seems to hover over hers. Peculiar to some maybe, but not unheard of for one familiar with the art of court dances. Rather than adjust their grip, she first curtsies to Spock and then lets her palm hover over his. Close enough for the heat from her fingertips to tickle against his skin but not close enough to warrant direct contact.

When she straightens up, she takes the lead at first to guide him through the first few steps. With eyes half-lidded, her smiles challenges him to take over where she left off. ]


Were we not taken against our will? A defense can be mounted when we know exactly what it is we are facing. The battle began the moment the food touched our lips. A smile does not make me any less capable. I mean to show you that I am amicable. Would you prefer my frown?

[ She can't help but looked amused. What a curious young man. ]

Look into my eyes. Do you think me afraid?