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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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hybrid_king: (Default)

[personal profile] hybrid_king 2025-03-24 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not the highest bidder in a traditional sense," but yes, that was about what the idea of a political marriage was. "And sure, they tried to make me king younger, but I sort of tricked them to stay out of it."

That said, Teddy had been forced into a few things when he'd first been crowned. Took really consolidating his power to have his own authority for real.

"You're chances are not zero, so that's something."
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[personal profile] hybrid_king 2025-03-24 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mantis had a reason for it. That wasn't the path she believed of her son. She's an empath, so she could feel the hurt."

And perhaps she had always known that Sequoia's path was to cross Teddy's. They both had great roles they were born for after all.
silent_sacrifice: Genesis Rhapsodos from Final Fantasy 7 Crisis Core (Default)

[personal profile] silent_sacrifice 2025-03-24 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Now she has met someone so dramatic! How wonderful for her.

"My dear, we had no problem before. It was just not something of which you had come to the realization of."

Besides, it wasn't like she could get at him if he did not will it.
silent_sacrifice: Genesis Rhapsodos from Final Fantasy 7 Crisis Core (Default)

[personal profile] silent_sacrifice 2025-03-24 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[Okay, now he's rolling his eyes, crossing his arms, and pouting just a little.]

I am quite capable of being careful!
silent_sacrifice: Genesis Rhapsodos from Final Fantasy 7 Crisis Core (Default)

[personal profile] silent_sacrifice 2025-03-24 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes, you were," he agrees if her answer was 'I don't know everything'. But he does not intend to take the rose lenses from her eyes if he need not.

This was a woman who deserved better than that. She is too gentle, to kind for him to be blunt.

"Have you any idea why they allowed you to live outside of Hojo's grasps?"
silent_sacrifice: Genesis Rhapsodos from Final Fantasy 7 Crisis Core (Default)

[personal profile] silent_sacrifice 2025-03-24 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Small payments? Genesis frowns at that.

"I find myself lacking in gil by which to pay," he notes. "So even small ones shall be beyond my reach. And yes, that analysis, based on what you are saying, seems viable. Or perhaps the greater powers of the worlds of origin notice the lack and pull back the chains that bind them."

In his books that seems just as likely.
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[personal profile] secunit 2025-03-24 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"No."

Murderbot's really killing it, here, isn't it?

It's decided against trying to pretend to be an augmented human, at least. The situation is already too insane, and it's already figured out that no one here knows what a SecUnit is, so no one is going to panic at the idea of one hanging out without a working Governor module. Or try to make money by capturing or killing it and selling whatever is left back to the Company.

Which means it doesn't need to set a schedule to 'use' the facilities, and it doesn't need to ingest anything. Small favors, this situation has done for it.

"I don't eat or drink like you do. I would have to store it in a section of my lung, and expelling it later would be... unpleasant."

Very good party talk. Good job, Murderbot. Perfect.

"You are not concerned about what may have been added to it?"

John may be the most enthused 'guest' it's seen so far. Just piling up that plate and going to town! It's almost enviable.
bloomings: ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ (narciso; close-up)

[personal profile] bloomings 2025-03-24 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh? Why not this Spring Court?

[ Narciso asks innocently, a little lilt of his voice apparent when he asks. His beautiful features remain resplendent as his smile brightens. His knuckles continue to brush against Lucien, this time becoming more and more seductively, as his hand finally cups his face, fingers caressing soft skin. ]

Surely, if you have sworn fealty to one, another should not be that bizarre.

[ Taking another step forward, the hand cupping Lucien's cheek sneaks its way to his nape, fingers weaving through his hair, and holding his head in place as Narciso brushes his lips against the shell of his ear when he whispers, ]

Especially when I'm the ruler of it. [ Pulling Lucien closer, Narciso's other hand drapes down the other's back. Enhancing his charm once more into an even more frightening level, he murmurs again, ] Will you swear fealty to me, as well?
bloomings: ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ (flowers 2)

[personal profile] bloomings 2025-03-24 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Excellent.

[ The toast is well-received, as do those words, as Narciso's smile remains resplendent while he eats with Angela, his eyes trained on the fascinating woman curiously. Another Adopted he has convinced they're not the Bad Guys. Truly a productive gathering, if he has any say in it.

Which, of course, he does. ]
bloomings: ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ (002)

[personal profile] bloomings 2025-03-24 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Good.

[ Narciso replies with a sing-song tune, giving Zhane's cheek a quick, but tender kiss, before pulling away, making sure to weave his fingers against those short locks one last time.

Gesturing for the empty chair beside him, Narciso strengthens his charm, flooding the area and Zhane's consciousness with more images of serenity and springtime, lulling him into a false sense of security that nothing bad is ever going to happen to him while he's in the company of fae royalty. ]


Come, sit. Partake with us. We have a lot of food and drinks prepared for all of you, but none quite like royalty that we have here.

[ Eating and drinking more from this feast, especially from the royal table, only ensures that any suspicion against the faerie will be unfounded, and it's up to player discretion whether this effect will linger after this party or not. ]
bloomings: ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ (narciso; thinking)

[personal profile] bloomings 2025-03-24 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course, Spike.

[ Narciso's lips curve up into a grin against Spike's skin, feeling quite accomplished that he's triumphant in taming this unruly Adopted. He mantains his charm, even strengthens it ever so slightly, as his lips travel down the other's neck, tongue coming out to lick the skin he finds there possessively. ]

You are radiant and quite the character, I must say. Do you like how I'm taking care of you right now?
bloomings: ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ (narciso; thinking)

[personal profile] bloomings 2025-03-24 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
The Princess is all about control, I assure you, dear Adopted. I, for one, do not like it.

[ Which is a blatant lie, but with Narciso's charm, comes off as absolute truth. He likes control, loves being in control. When one has the power he has, the world is their oyster. ]
bloomings: ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ (narciso; close-up)

[personal profile] bloomings 2025-03-24 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Narciso only briefly eyes the bracelet that fell on the floor, curiosity seeping out of him fleetingly, before turning his attention back to this Adopted. Later, he'll pick up that bracelet and keep it. For now. It may prove useful in the long run. He knows a game has just started, one that Kai will absolutely lose.

Receiving that fleeting kiss, Narciso's own lips quirk up into a smirk, pleased that his charm has worked so well in this Adopted to the point of reciprocation. He's always so delighted when they fully succumb to this. So adorable. All his.

Pulling Kai closer, arms now wrapping themselves around the Adopted, Narciso's features become even more mesmerizing, as if his allure knows no bounds, no limits. As he leans in, he gives Kai a breathtakingly charismatic smile before devouring the other's lips in a searing kiss.

In a liplock with the King of all Faerie, it's as if springtime has taken root inside the very recesses of Kai's soul, like basking in the resurgence of life and bloom for all eternity. What is actually just a collision of lips that lasted for seconds, would feel like hours, days, weeks, for Kai. Once it ends, Narciso's smile seems to shine brighter. ]


Excellent. Will you show your King all the ways you belong to him? Will you stay here with me and partake in everything we have to offer? [ Narciso leans in, stealing another soft kiss. ] Or would you rather we continue this in my chambers?
bloomings: ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ (002)

[personal profile] bloomings 2025-03-24 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
It's quite alright.

[ Narciso's voice is sickeningly sweet, if not also languid and sultry. Knuckles still brushing against Prompto's cheek, his fingers come to caress the soft skin, cupping the young man's face affectionately. ]

Do you like being in my Court so far? I have been treating you well, I hope? [ As those questions leave his lips, Narciso strengthens his charm, appearing more ravishing, more radiant. ]

Would you like the full attention of your King?

kingkingcxiii: No Turning Back (No Turning Back)

Vision

[personal profile] kingkingcxiii 2025-03-24 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Regis isn't generally one to hide in shadows, but he's there nonetheless because he was looking for a place away from the crowd to think and the edges of the party tend to be amongst the shadows. He's seen enough people's reactions now that he is certain it was a good thing that he dumped his flower as soon as he could. Now he's just trying to figure out what exactly the Fae are trying to learn from this little game, or perhaps, if they are just messing with people's minds for the hell of it.

He's thinking about that, that is, until he's almost bowled over by someone moving very quickly away from the crowd. There's not much time to focus on the person, but Regis does pick up on blonde hair, distress, and one of those stupid flowers.

As Regis has no flower of his own, Spike won't be hit with another vision to confuse him more or perhaps to distract him from what he's just seen, but he will hear a steady voice call out after him.

"Lose the flower! It's what they are using to mess with your mind!"
bossyboiler: ((coral) 12)

something like that! ;D

[personal profile] bossyboiler 2025-03-24 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Pity that he doesn't. It would have been one memorable dream. ]

Oh. [ Kate considers the food which is quite nice but when he says the word dancing her eyes light up. Aww. It's sweet how she believes her sub-conscious mind is treating her this dream. ] I think I would like to dance. In fact, I'm sure of it.

[ She puts her glass down on the nearby table and then offers her hand out to him. ]

Shall we?
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[personal profile] heavymetals 2025-03-24 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He expected this to surprise Charles, just as he expects some of his memories to do the same. After all, the past ten years have been the ones with possibly more growth for them, if nothing else then for the simple fact that Erik hasn't just vanished entirely.

There's a small part of him that feels pleased for catching Charles off guard. He'll spare him the teasing, though he watches the other mutant intently, waiting until he's ready to begin. ]


Very well. [ Erik guides them to the first memory, his own handle on this projection not quite as smooth, but then he's not a telepath. It's like trying to materialise a thought, or a dream, and it feels like holding water with his bare hands. Charles being there makes it steadier, but still. ]

This isn't going to be particularly pleasant. I'm sorry.

[ That will be, he hopes, enough warning for the set of memories that follow. It's more of a summary than anything, all the events stitched together, from the last thing Charles remembers to the aftermath of Nur's downfall. The attack on the school, Charles's kidnapping, his futile attempts at reaching Erik all the while. Erik can't share memories of what Charles went through with Nur himself, because he didn't experience that himself, but everything else he shows, both his betrayal and his later intervention on their behalf. On Charles's behalf, actually.

All down to the impressive display of Jean's powers, unlike anything he'd seen before at the time. He shares a glimps of the aftermath (sorry Charles, you are indeed bald there), with Erik helping rebuild the school, and their conversation before parting ways again.

You're sure I can't convince you to stay?

You're psychic, Charles. You can convince me to do anything.
]
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[personal profile] sod_off 2025-03-24 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[Is it really truly 'taming' if you have to use magic? Irony, as there are other ways Spike would work with or for Narciso without magic, if the King just tried them. That inner-demon/specter of William is still there, wanting to fight, or scream, about all this. This is wrong...

But Spike can't really stop it. He can't help it, as Narciso kisses along his neck possessively.]


...I don't dislike it.

[The part of Spike That's still fighting is proud to have gotten that answer out.]

sod_off: (Spike 2)

Re: Vision

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-03-24 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, well. That certainly made sense. Once He's away from most of the crowd, Spike feels... Well, not better, but more stable at least.

Tugging the Carnation-Dahlia combo out of his cat's lapel and crushing it in his hand. "Sodding Fae." Is snarled under his breath. The crushed boutonniere is thrown on the ground and he grinds his boot into it for good measure.
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[personal profile] miraclewater 2025-03-24 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[His skills tend to lay more in battle than dancing, but there's ways to transfer one to the other.

He scoffs, sounding amused, but his expression doesn't change.]
Parties? Hardly.
hevenly: (tsk tsk)

dance chance

[personal profile] hevenly 2025-03-24 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Angela is also not dancing. And should anyone think to invite her to, her hand going immediately to the hilt of her weapon is usually enough to dissuade them.

She does clock the other person putting up a stink about it— somewhat louder than she herself would— and she also notices the rhythm of their complaints matching up with the beat of the music. ]


I would watch your speech, lest the enchantment take hold of you regardless of your objections.

[ And if she's tapping her heeled boot to the rhythm? Well, that's between her and the enchanted music. ]
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[personal profile] rudelanguage 2025-03-24 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[the stank-face Knife makes is an involuntary reaction to being told what to do, even for their benefit.

they cock their head at an angle.]


You speaking from experience or just sayin' shit to sound scary?
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[personal profile] hevenly 2025-03-24 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Can't she be doing both? But she'll humor them. ]

The enchantment's grasp extends beyond the limits of the dance floor.

[ She gives a pointed glare down at her own foot, indicating that she is aware she has fallen prey to the music's spell, but she's resisting further contamination as best she can. ]
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[personal profile] closecall 2025-03-24 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"If I'm manipulating you, why did I tell you about the food?" It stings that she doesn't trust him but, after what she's been through, who could blame her? Taken from a loving family and placed into an environment she was totally unprepared for; she must have been so scared.

He catches the end of the staff and holds it in place, grimacing a little at the pain. Nothing he hasn't experienced before; he can tolerate it as long as she keeps talking to him.

"I told you what happened, someone sent a monster. I got there as quick as I could, I didn't exactly have your number. If I did, I would've called." He lets out a sigh, placing his hands on his hips. "You know, if I'm a manipulator, I'm kinda bad at it. Do you really think that?"

There's the topic of the decade.

"They lied to you; I wouldn't do that. Ever." His eyes follow the placement of the wires and each time they spark, trying to calculate a plan of action for taking care of them. Better to talk it over with the team first, four heads are better than one when it comes to something this dangerous. "He was devastated, saying he was supposed to protect you. If he knew where you were, he would've stormed the place."

He knows she's killed hundreds, no, so much more. An astronomical amount of people. Brainwashing is a huge part of that, it isn't who she is or who she was meant to be. So, without further ado, he offers her one of his token smiles, but it is apologetic and full of understanding. When he was alone, he found someone to hold onto as well.

"If he cared for you that much, I'd think he would want you to be happy above everything else. Don't you?"
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[personal profile] rudelanguage 2025-03-24 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[they roll their eyes, then their head, peeping a platter on the table behind them. snacks...

while lazily grabbing up a couple rolls:]
S'one of those communal belief ritual things, isn't it? [they shove one in their mouth.

without chewing:]
Fey're gong-dewith, mnh?