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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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heavenlyhonour: (Direct look)

[personal profile] heavenlyhonour 2025-03-22 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Genesis' question brought to mind the company training room incident and that whole fight against Sephiroth that he had to break up.]

Let's just keep to the whole being careful thing.
steepwithdead: (148)

[personal profile] steepwithdead 2025-03-22 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
You speak as someone very familiar with it. My condolences, broadly.

[He's no stranger to it himself, really- nor to confronting the bad results of those who can't accept loss.]
chosenkingoflucis: (N03-18)

[personal profile] chosenkingoflucis 2025-03-22 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Because it is on me!" He yells back. "The One True King destined to purge the star of darkness and bring light back to the world!"

He relates the prophecy.

"I've heard it time and time again from everyone around me! Couldn't forget it if I tried!" He continues moving forward. "I promised her! I promised Luna I wouldn't let her down! But I did! Because now I'm stuck here!"

He's pretty close to Spike now, and he's still glaring daggers.

"So you wanna tell me again, how it's not all on me?"
sod_off: (Spike 7)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-03-22 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Ooo, look at me. I'm so alone! I'm the Chosen One." Spike said mockingly, not caring how close Noctis was. "Yeah, sucks that you're here. Can't help that. Oops, guess your world is doomed." He was absolutely goading Noctis now, but oddly? This was no longer about Noctis himself.
sod_off: (Spike 19)

Spike is a bad guy, making Pinkie all upset. ^_^ (I am so sorry for him)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-03-22 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
I meant, are you starkers? Mad? Nuts? do I need to break it down further?
elementofcupcakes: (Pony Pinkie: SMILE!)

don't worry, she'll uno reverse him soon :D

[personal profile] elementofcupcakes 2025-03-22 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
yes please!

[ She doesn't understand at all! ]
renhanded: (« [surprise] m-me pingy??)

he's wonderful

[personal profile] renhanded 2025-03-22 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
It's supposed to be a day to celebrate you. All the things you've done in the last year, and your plans for the next. Plus, making time to ensure you see those closest to you at least once in a while.
sod_off: (Spike 15)

Okay!

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-03-22 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
Are you crazy? All this talk about pony-whatsit, and Cerberus being cute? And treating Hell like a vacation spot. Are you a demon?
bestials: (107)

[personal profile] bestials 2025-03-22 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
The corner of Hank's mouth twitches upwards in a sardonic smile, as he exhales a soundless laugh.

"The older part, I at least have an answer for." Given everyone else he's run into at this point. "The people who brought us here seem to have taken us all not only from different worlds or realities, but from different points in time, as well. For me, it was 1973 before I woke up here."

As for the rest of it... "You'll see me like you remember soon enough. The serum that lets me control my appearance is a limited resource, and I don't anticipate being able to create any more of it any time soon."
renhanded: (« [thinking] or.... or we're all dumb)

[personal profile] renhanded 2025-03-22 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Ren tilts his head just a bit, a subtle sort of studying of this person before him. Spring, hm? That has to be some sort of coincidence. He's almost certain he knows everyone who lives around him, so it has to be something else, or...]

Hm. So you're someone who works for the courts? Who's the ruler of Spring then?

[Or he, also, is stolen from another world, which would be a very rude awakening. Guess he'll see.]
bestials: (98)

[personal profile] bestials 2025-03-22 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hank glances down at the prosthetic hand— in a curious, impressed way, not a judgemental one— before he takes it in his own and shakes it. ]

Hank. Nice to meet you, Vash.

[ A brief pause, then he adds, ] Circumstances aside.
bestials: (XMFC 013)

[personal profile] bestials 2025-03-22 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, that's definitely not something he was expecting. As far as Hank knew, there was no metal on Logan's bones. But he can only presume that that will happen to him at some point between his point in time and Laura's. ]

I can... try...

[ But, that opens up so many other questions. ]

Is the metal on your bones going to make you sick?
renhanded: (« [surprised] ah. yes. listening. for su)

[personal profile] renhanded 2025-03-22 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh."

Ren almost immediately stands up straighter as Assan does, like he suddenly should also be at attention, and looks between Davrin and Assan before turning to bow at the griffon. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you could understand me. And even if you couldn't-- well, sorry."

He looks back towards Davrin. "I've... never seen anything like this that's this small before." He didn't even know they came this small and he is enraptured. "I mean, um-- I'm Amamiya Ren. Ren is fine, though. It's nice to meet you both."
chosenkingoflucis: (pic#17019297)

[personal profile] chosenkingoflucis 2025-03-22 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
He has no idea that Spike isn't referring to him, and the tensions are high, emotions are charged, and Noctis lets his temper get away with him as he grits his teeth, his eyebrows knit and he throws a right hook to Spike's jaw.

He's breathing heavy with anger; his shoulders visibly rising and falling. When he speaks again, his voice is low and dripping with venom.

"You said so yourself. You don't have any idea what this is about. So don't even pretend to know how it feels!"

Yet he's still ready for a retaliation. C'mon Spike, punch him back.
hevenly: (07i)

[personal profile] hevenly 2025-03-22 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ Angela lifts her cup to match the toast, the motion slow and fluid, as though the air she is moving through is thick with honey. Just as slowly, her smile widens. ]

More so than Asgard. More so than Heven. Certainly more so than the Badoon.

[ Angela in her right mind would see that this is just as much a prison as the one the Badoon kept her locked away in. But Angela is not in her right mind, this close to the Spring King. And it remains to be seen how long she will stay not in her right mind. ]
hevenly: (Sera; touch)

[personal profile] hevenly 2025-03-22 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ She smiles pleasantly, but shakes her head. ]

Magic is not my skill. I rely on blades, speed, and strength to do my work for me. But I have associated with many mages.

[ Between her sibling and her beloved, it would seem she has an innate attraction to the company of magic users. ]
bestials: (39)

[personal profile] bestials 2025-03-22 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
"That... definitely sounds less preferable than good food, wine, and dancing."

Even if the food, wine, and dancing is a bit weird and trippy.
bestials: (XMFC 059)

[personal profile] bestials 2025-03-22 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ While Frida is silent, so is Hank, his gaze casting downward. ]

People are afraid of things they don't understand. And also, mutants tend to be more powerful than humans. [ He sighs. ] A lot of people think that it's a matter of killing us before we can kill them.
sod_off: (Grrr (abstract))

Lemme know if I need to change this

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-03-22 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
Spike takes it, and lashes out in turn with his own right hook. Practiced, experienced, quick. A brawler. It should connect...

And if it does, when it does, well...

Spike lets out a shout, hand going up to his brow and forehead as searing pain shoots through his brain. He staggers even from it, taking him a step or two back from Noctis. Pesky chip.

On the other hand, pain can have a clarifying effect too.
bestials: (42 Charles)

cw addiction

[personal profile] bestials 2025-03-22 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hank might regret this line of conversation, eventually. But for now, he isn't really thinking. ]

It's more just... [ Hank tries to gesture with his hands, indicating hair that falls to approximately shoulder length. ] ...kind of stringy and unwashed.

[ Your typical junkie hairstyle, but Hank won't go so far as to out Charles' addiction. ]
elementofcupcakes: (Pony Pinkie: everything's upside down!)

[personal profile] elementofcupcakes 2025-03-22 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
nope! not crazy! just an earth pony from a rock farm!

but don't go to tartarus. you won't come out if you have no magic.
[ Been there. Done that. Didn't get a T-shirt. ] if you're supposed to be there then...go ahead and visit!

[ Did a pony tell Spike to go to hell if he so pleases? Probably. ]
sod_off: (Spike 30)

Yes. Good!

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-03-22 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
....you mean a horse? Are you a bloody horse that talks? Did we meet already?

[Because that is the important thing to figure out, rather than the other stuff.]
bestials: (XMFC 016)

[personal profile] bestials 2025-03-22 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
Once he receives permission via nod, Hank moves over to grab the seat next to her, pulling it out so there's some distance between them, and they can both face the same way to lay a disdainful eye on the festivities. He sips his soda thoughtfully, chuckling.

"Yeah, I'm not exactly the partying sort, either. Especially not lately."

There hasn't been much to throw a party about, with the school closed and it being just him and Charles in the manor.
bestials: (105)

[personal profile] bestials 2025-03-22 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hank follows, looking over the wine selection before picking up a glass of something that's red and sparkling. He's not much of a wine drinker, but this looks interesting. He raises it in a toast to John. ]

Here's to new friends.
chosenkingoflucis: (pic#17019314)

[personal profile] chosenkingoflucis 2025-03-22 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
Noctis dodges that first attack, leaving a blue phantom image of himself behind. It's a second strike that lands, hard enough to send him skidding back.

He lets out a dry chuckle squaring up for another go when Spike shouts and stumbles back in pain.

"But I didn't..." he mutters to himself then calls out to the other guy. "Hey, Spike, what gives?"

Although he's still got his guard up, he has a feeling something is wrong and he refrains from any further attacks.