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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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volgas: (pic#16959445)

[personal profile] volgas 2025-03-23 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
Yellow-- [He likes bright after all. Nat nods toward a bright, yellow carnation. Her finger moves over a petal for a moment and then she looks up at him.]

It suits you. But the orchid is nice, too. Purple seems like your color.
volgas: (pic#16959443)

[personal profile] volgas 2025-03-23 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[She offers a friendly enough smile, not realizing she's not supposed to know or remember him, but well it's been a good five years since she's seen him, so his smiling, little face is a good sign to her.]

Sometimes the predictable is good. [Nat picks up the corsage to put it on her arm. Black suits have always suited her for a reason.]

I'd say you've always looked good in red yourself. [Is that too easy, too?]

Have you ever worn one to a dance? [He's that age, right? Where American teens go to dances?]
kingkingcxiii: Smile (Smile)

[personal profile] kingkingcxiii 2025-03-23 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Easy, dear girl. Honestly, I was doing nothing more than starting conversation," Regis holds out a hand to help calm her, a gentle smile on his face. "You are obviously troubled right now, so a dance may upset you more than soothe you. Perhaps if you feel up to it later we can."

He pauses then looking over the crowd until he spots the Lawspeaker and then frowns in her direction before turning his focus back to the young lady beside him, "As for her, don't give her words too much weight. I'm fairly certain her job is only to keep us under control and what better way is there to stop a crowd of newly abducted people from revolting than to tell them all they care about and love is gone?"
volgas: (pic#16958939)

[personal profile] volgas 2025-03-23 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
[The fact she's seen worse doesn't make it any better. The Red Room is gone now, and it's gone for a reason. Of course it's harder to just wipe away memories and the lasting impression they've made. What's more alarming is how easy this place could tap into them. She would almost assume Loki.]

Natasha, and I don't know if you'll see her, but her name is Yelena. My sister.

[She's only barely starting to understand about the courts, what she's meant to do and why they're even sorted, but she will remember this, and the girl she's met. Nat's already curious about her, but not willing to push for more in the midst of traumas that have been dug up.]
volgas: (pic#16958948)

[personal profile] volgas 2025-03-23 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
[She's not exactly trying to hit on someone younger than her, but she is charming, and she knows how to use it. Nat gives a little nod as they move on the floor.]

Find out anything interesting about this place?

[She's done her own digging, but she wants to hear other people's opinions.]
kingkingcxiii: Look Forward (Look Forward)

[personal profile] kingkingcxiii 2025-03-23 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
Interesting. Regis would assume that a fantastical creature such as the one he is talking to now would definitely have some version of the Fae on his world, but perhaps the wizards he mentioned before fill that role instead.

"The Fae were new to me as well when I first arrived here. Fortunately, I ran into a few people who do have them on their worlds. One of the first things I was told was to be wary of what you say to them and how you say it. Apparently, they are much like whatever trickster spirits you may have where you are from. They like to say what they don't mean and mean what they don't say. They can also be quite cruel when the urge hits them."
aspirings: (pic#17748169)

[personal profile] aspirings 2025-03-23 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
Ah! Yes! Of course! That!

[A beat.

He tilts his head a little, brow furrowed. If he's totally honest (something he will not admit to in this moment) he'd forgotten that they were told that.

That is. Embarrassing. Ahem.]


Well. To be honest, they haven't exactly asked us to do anything concrete since then that I know of. But! They did say that if we keep up our efforts like against the dragon, then we should be able to go home sooner rather than later.

[Tsukasa, of course, wants to believe in this.]
volgas: (pic#16958922)

[personal profile] volgas 2025-03-23 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Natasha has a knack for finding people that have seen things, people that know how to survive. She might not know his story, but she can see beyond his eyes, and there's something she can relate to. Even now. Even after everything. Her smile is small, but genuine enough when she asks him to dance.]

It's like riding a bike.

[It is to her. The song plays, and she moves to put her hand on his shoulder with a small smile.]

Looks like you could use the distraction anyway.
opheliac: ✖ palpo (nature is living)

[personal profile] opheliac 2025-03-23 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
[she huffs out a laugh, a bittersweet one as she readjusts in her seat to lift one leg up on the cushion. with her cheek resting on her knee, her gaze drifts off to nowhere in particular, observing the carving of their table.]

Yeah, sure. Thick as thieves.

[his daughter repeats, sarcasm glittering over the phrase.]

So thick that only a bullet can pierce through.

[with that, her hand stretches over to her hip, unhooking her pistol before lying it flat on the table — displaying to her father that, yes, it is real and she is now a shooter.]

And would ya look at that? I'm loaded.
volgas: (pic#16958940)

[personal profile] volgas 2025-03-23 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
[She's not even with him five minutes, and Clint's already trying to save her. Her smile is telling, and it's not that she's got a death wish exactly. Nat's made her peace with her decision, but it would be nice to see everyone again-- to see her sister. They'd fixed things, and she disappeared in the Snap. Means she should be back, too.

But she keeps those thoughts close to her chest, like she does most of her feelings. Still she knows what it's like arguing with him, and it's not like she trusts much at all in this place.]


Hope's a dangerous thing, Barton. [It was her that tried to give it to him once. And she knows nothing is impossible, but she also doesn't know what bringing her back or what this place could do to her. Or to Earth. But that kind of what if and science is beyond her.]

I think we gotta figure out surviving this place, too. [But at least they're both here.]
hadthehighground: (Ben Okay Then)

[personal profile] hadthehighground 2025-03-23 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
[A bike? He didn’t entirely understand the reference but he thinks he got the jist of it. One of those things that once you learn you don’t really forget perhaps. It draws a little humorless chuckle from him. If only all things were that way.]

I suppose you’re right.

[Which includes needing a distraction. His thoughts had certainly been elsewhere. So much so that even the merriment around him couldn’t break through. It all felt so hollow to him.

But as she puts her hand on his shoulder, something does snap into place. A memory from a distant time coming to mind. A beautiful woman in his arms. It all comes back to him as he takes her hand a places his other on her hip in a respectful manner.

While he doesn’t know the song, it’s charming in its own way, and it’s easy enough to follow as his feet start to move.]


I’m… afraid you have me at a loss… Miss?
elementofcupcakes: (Pony Pinkie: laughing)

[personal profile] elementofcupcakes 2025-03-23 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ SHOVEL SHOVEL SHOVEL--

At the question, Pinkie pauses, mouth covered in icing and crumbs and a fortunate flower-shaped edible decoration. She hums, tapping her chin and rubbing her now only slightly visibly plumped belly. Pinkie opens her mouth, but at the stipulation, she 'awwww'-ed and shoves another cake inside her mouth. With a short gasp of inspiration, Pinkie nods once with a grin. ]

A being of total chaos, so I can fashion the very cosmos into any rendering of my desire. [ Lifts a hoof, as if she's lifting a finger, towards the nice cake lady. ] Not just in-season fashion, or last season's, but change the mountains into peppermint bark. [ Waves a hoof across the sky. ] Turn the clouds into cotton candy as they float in a purple soup of star-swirled pudding! [ Rubs the grass like it's her preeeecioooouuuussssss. ] Make the grass into green apple-flavored licorice because black licorice is grossssssss. [ She's really leaning into this... ] Every house shall be made of gingerbread shingled with sheets of marshmallows! [ Her voice is increasing in volume. She might just use the Royal Voice-- ]

--AND IT SHALL RAIN CHOCOLATE EVERY FIVE DAYS FOR WE HAVE COMMANDED IT SO!

[ A pause for dramatics. ]

Or I could be just a yak. [ GRINS ]

malarial: (pic#17288728)

[personal profile] malarial 2025-03-23 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
Aye. Born there myself. [He gives a nod. The dancing style is foreign to him, but it's not as if he can't let loose. Perhaps he is known for that in truth. So he watches, catches the beat of the dance that is far ahead of him.]

My family's from there. Family name, Stirling-- or Kilmartin. [Earl of Kilmartin technically. The title that's been his now for four years even if he certainly doesn't look or act like the aristocracy.]
elementofcupcakes: (Pony Pinkie: everything's upside down!)

[Video]

[personal profile] elementofcupcakes 2025-03-23 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, PFFT [ Dismissive hoof-wave ] yeah, that happens. [ Unbelievable things happen every season. ]

Well, if the faeries keep bringing us in with their doom and gloom and dried-up-looking food, you'd better buckle up!
theomachy: (100)

[personal profile] theomachy 2025-03-23 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
I agree.

Even "value" has too many definitions for me to feel comfortable using it as a measuring stick. Realistically, based on what we've seen, it's likely that whatever the whims of the judges are will be the answer.
autumnsrunaway: a man in a fox mask with long red hair and pointed ears yells angrily, his mouth comically wide (outrage)

GEIS | un: foxygranpa

[personal profile] autumnsrunaway 2025-03-23 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
hello leena please change the username to lucien this is not funny i am not joking
Edited (sorry i keep reformatting it to be funnier im done now i promise) 2025-03-23 04:42 (UTC)
theomachy: (072)

[personal profile] theomachy 2025-03-23 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ levi isn't the only one with that fleeting thought. but things are different now. erwin died. levi lived on, clearly, but at what cost? and it's been, apparently, four years since erwin died.

maybe that's why his expression sits on his face how it does, a way that makes erwin want to smooth the palm of his hand up the line of his jaw, hold it there instead of the back of his neck until he looks more like himself.

he doesn't do that. at least not for now.

he knows that levi doesn't want to hear an apology. has never wanted to. it's on the tip of erwin's tongue, acidic to swallow back down, but he manages. somehow.

can he call a reunion bittersweet when it's his own death that made it necessary in the first place? ]


I'm aware that many people here will be trying to find their way out of here. I don't believe it when they say that that much time has passed in people's own homes. [ but erwin has nowhere to go. is it selfish to ask levi to stay, or is it helping? he doesn't let himself dwell on it now. ] I want to find what makes this place work so that it becomes a tenable place to stay.

[ together, he doesn't say out loud, but his eyes sure scream it. ]
autumnsrunaway: a man in a fox mask with long red hair and pointed ears grins while he talks, eyes closed (smug af)

[personal profile] autumnsrunaway 2025-03-23 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Ah yes. Debating religion with a Tree. Definitely a dream. An odd one at that. Lucien supposes it still beats whatever awaits him upon waking Under the Mountain.]

Well, I suppose they do say "Fate stirs The Cauldron in mysterious ways," and the only one who could stir the Cauldron is the Mother. But hasn't it already been spilled? Hasn't she played her part? I never understood that saying.
renhanded: (« [notice] who me. what. i was listening)

[personal profile] renhanded 2025-03-23 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
Wow. That's... really scary. But it sounds like you're pretty used to it by now. Anything you live with long enough becomes kind of boring, I guess.
amurderofcrow: (202)

[personal profile] amurderofcrow 2025-03-23 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Huh. A vision of the future supposedly? Sounds like another trick of the fae to him.]

That's putting it rather lightly.

[Incriminating someone for murder is certainly some kind of chaos. But would the chaos of it all really be enough for someone like Loki? To Akechi it feels like there's more to the story neither of them even fully understand. If this really is the future, what was the true purpose of sharing this with either of them?]

I've seen glimpses of a man with the same name in this place. Strange. I assume they must be one in the same. Is he someone you wouldn't trust?
haemophile: (all marriage is a sham)

[personal profile] haemophile 2025-03-23 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
I'm going to ignore that cheek because now that you're here, I don't have to babysit Nandor anymore. He's so fucking stupid; it's impossible.
oncearanger: (back in blue)

[personal profile] oncearanger 2025-03-23 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
Sorry about that.

But yes. Magic surrounds us at all times and in unexpected places. Some of our fellow guests have new powers they aren't used to as well, and that can get complicated.
oncearanger: (back in blue)

[personal profile] oncearanger 2025-03-23 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
I'll keep that in mind. Thanks.

[ Billy's smiling, despite everything...not that Zhane can see that at the moment. ]

And I promise not to be a nagging Nelly. I know a few Rangers who've gone that way, and it never works out for team cohesion.
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[personal profile] zanarkandian 2025-03-23 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, like a potion!" Tidus knows what those are, at least. "Don't know if I saw any. But I'll keep looking. Do you think a healing spell would help you?"

He's not Yuna, but maybe he can find someone else who knows what to do.
dirtdevil: (a cop who is also a dog)

[personal profile] dirtdevil 2025-03-23 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not going back if you're here.

[ there's zero hesitation in his response. pretty convenient: Erwin doesn't have to ask him to stay, or even give off the slightest of hints that he should stay, because he's already decided he's staying. maybe it's not actually a decision he can make and they really are trapped here indefinitely either way, but that's not the point.

Erwin is here. at home, even if their pseudo-abductors are lying, Erwin is dead. it's not even a question: his place is—and always has been—at Erwin's side.

period. end of sentence.

he does seem to have more to say, though he hesitates this time, like he's not sure if it's something he should be saying. he already says all kinds of shit he shouldn't say, though, so why not? ]


I can't let go of you again.

[ you know. platonically. ]