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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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unseensmiter: @byob (they spin the clubs)

[personal profile] unseensmiter 2025-03-24 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
That would be truly weird.
I love my Lovecraftian horror tentacles and all, thank you very much.

I bet it surprised the heck outta Akechi when he first saw you looking less...
Stripey.
unseensmiter: @byob (the party boys call the kremlin)

[personal profile] unseensmiter 2025-03-24 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't worry, I know how to stay out of trouble.

[ She's also not very good at it, but, that's neither here nor there. ]

But it's nice to meet you too.
silversunshine: (pic#17453661)

[personal profile] silversunshine 2025-03-24 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah,

[ He breathed the word out with a smile, leaning into the caress. Sure there was a persistent voice yipping in the back of his mind, reminding him that he HAS a King and this knock-off ain't it. An image of Noct complete in Lucian Royal Garb flickers in his minds eye but Prompto brushes both the picture and the voice out of sight and mind.

His grin is blissed out as he leans against the offered touch and turns into it to nuzzle his King's skin. Honestly only nerves are letting his words flow to answer the Fae.]


You've really given us the VIP package, Your Majesty. I-I don't know if I deserve your attention, I'm just a plebe but I.. I'd think I'd like that.

[ A flush is spread across Prompto's freckled cheeks and he looks up with hopeful eyes. ]
invasiveprocedure: (annoyed)

[personal profile] invasiveprocedure 2025-03-24 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Truthfully, it's not the fact that someone wants me dead that bothers me. It's not knowing why.
astronema: (17788458)

[personal profile] astronema 2025-03-24 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Happy?" Astronema repeats, incredulous.

It's true, though. Ecliptor had even been willing to betray Dark Specter, rather than willingly betray her. He had all but sent her off with the Rangers. Multiple times, in fact, on that damned planet.

All because that's what she'd wanted to do, at the time.

She'd briefly turned her back on everything he had ever taught her, and he had... accepted it. Almost encouraged it.

"And why do you think that's with all of you?" Astronema hisses, giving the staff a push. Unmorphed, Zhane's probably going to bleed. But she's nowhere near putting enough force into it to even touch shallow breastbone, just to dig through shirt and skin. "Just because Andros and I share parentage?"
closecall: by <lj user=closecall> (queen the wind is howling like)

[personal profile] closecall 2025-03-24 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Zhane stares at Ivan for a moment then laughs. ]

Faerie? Me? No way, I'm nothing like those guys. Is it the face?

[ He waves a hand in the air to dismiss the thought. The last thing he would do is kidnap a group of people and serve them mini foods, they would be getting the good stuff for sure. Not just because he would be gorging on it as well. Look, he is a food driven guy. ]

Between you and me, I just went on my first one and it didn't go so well. So, I feel like I'm kinda an expert in what not to do. If you have any questions, I'm your guy. Yeah? Well, when I try to find Andros, I close my eyes, clear my mind and listen. Sometimes I can find him pretty easily but other times? Interference makes things fuzzy. It just takes practice!

Just think about them. If it's your soulmate they have to feel it to, right? You just have to call to each other. I bet they'll answer back. Nice to meet you, Ivan.
hevenly: (5b)

[personal profile] hevenly 2025-03-24 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Angela rolls her eyes, which might be hard to tell, since her eyes are entirely white with no iris or pupil. ]

Spit it out, child. Speak plainly.
rudelanguage: (pic#17730072)

[personal profile] rudelanguage 2025-03-24 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Ha? [a bit of crumbs shot out on that one. they choked down a mouthful.] Who the fuck's a child, huh? The disrespect, tch--
invasiveprocedure: (whee!)

[personal profile] invasiveprocedure 2025-03-24 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Is this what it's like to joke around with a sibling? She's never had the experience before, but she decides she likes it.

It's then that she takes to the dance floor, floating above the crowd and twirling to the lively music. Every now and then, she lets her telekinesis scoop up flowers and send them flying amongst the dancers. One flower even gets tangled in the antlers of one of the fae. Petals sprinkle onto the hair of several other dancers in the crowd.

Cassandra's not following the movements of any of the dancers, although she is managing to at least keep the tempo. It's only once the music switches to something more somber that she decides that's enough of that. One or two people scowl her way and huff as she descends and heads back toward Charles. She flashes them a bright smile, unbothered by their annoyance.
]

Well! That was delightful. I wonder what kind of festivities our hosts will set up for us next.
invasiveprocedure: (hm how silly)

[personal profile] invasiveprocedure 2025-03-24 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Interesting. Is your charm bracelet a magical trinket of some sort?"

That's the explanation that makes the most sense to her, but she knows that the multiverse is filled with endless possibilities.

"You should have dropped boxes on his tentacles if he couldn't keep them to himself. Getting them pinched between boxes would have been a good deterrent."
inseine: (pic#13407322)

[personal profile] inseine 2025-03-24 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
As you wish. I will see you shortly.

[Javert slips his Leaf back into his pocket and glides to his feet. He takes a moment to gather himself up and stretch his tired, sore bones, giving his neck a crack, each ankle a slow roll. And he is off, sweeping out of the gardens and back towards the main ballrooms, his coat skirts (now dried from their dip in the Seine, though the dank smell of murky waters still clings to the fibers) swishing with each broad, deliberate step.

He, himself, has no special magic powers, but he does have the benefit of decades of strong detective work under his belt. His eyes are keen, his attention to detail exacting; he might not know Loki's face, but he knows when to trust his intuition when his senses scream, Look sharp! A spy is afoot! Until he is alerted and reaches that point, he weaves a meandering path through the swells of partygoers, his muzzle wrinkled as if intent to sniff out a pest.]
closecall: by <lj user=closecall> (queen the wind is howling like)

[personal profile] closecall 2025-03-24 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
It was overrun a couple of years ago, so I'm not surprised. Anyone who wasn't killed had to go into hiding.

[ He nearly died in the battle, only saved by the quick thinking of his teammate, and is still coming to grips with the fact that he was in cryo for two years. ]

I'm confident we'll be able to return to KO-35 one day. Earth's been a big adjustment, lots of customs I'm not used to. But I like it. There are good people there.

[ And the food, he likes not having to cook. He tugs Vash forward a little via the hand he's still shaking, looking off to one side and the other before whispering. ]

Where do you think they're hiding the other food? I bet we could find it.
invasiveprocedure: (raising a point)

[personal profile] invasiveprocedure 2025-03-24 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Possibly," she says with a little hum to her voice. "Though I've never exhibited that particular ability before. Normally it's just highly refined telekinesis."

It's far from the first time that she's ever seen someone walking around with superhero attire, although she's far more accustomed to encountering adults. This outfit looks homemade, which is less surprising. She can't think of any reality where anyone would be clamoring to recruit children to fight crime.

"I take it you're from a world where powers exist?"
closecall: by <lj user=closecall> (to be seen a kingdom of)

[personal profile] closecall 2025-03-24 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The scrutiny only makes him smile more, as clearly this man was in need of his company. Of some company, he can't remember the last time he saw someone look at him with such intensity. Is he judging his intentions?

Just as quickly as the accusations come out, Zhane holds up both hands to protest his innocence. ]


This might be a different planet, and I'm not happy about being kidnapped, but I didn't steal anything. Honest. I just asked someone for a towel, and they gave me one. Where she did.. oh! There. [ Zhane waves with enthusiasm at one of the revelers, a native to this place, who smiles shyly and gives him a little wave. He can hardly help that he is charming enough naturally to charm one of the fae. He did promise to save a dance for her later.

So, you see, Javert, there is no theft going on here, unless unknowingly stealing a fae heart is a crime. ]


I just asked her for help, I didn't think a napkin was gonna cut it. Not everyone is a bad person here, you can learn a lot about a place by talking with the people who call it home.
in_her_shadow: (okay i'm little)

[personal profile] in_her_shadow 2025-03-24 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
please tell me you have actual powers instead of l33t nerd tongue

because we need a little more than 'rah rah teamwork'
sod_off: (Spike 32)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-03-24 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
I wasn't looking for thanks, or trying to save anyone. That's not my style and I'm not a bloody hero. You're no damsel in distress either.

[There is definite bite in the tone, to match her own.]

I was trying to help you with information. But sure, no, go ahead. Go beat your head against that wall. Have fun.
inseine: (inkonic larissa javert 2 (5))

[personal profile] inseine 2025-03-24 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
I know you, [Javert repeats with emphasis. He allows his hand to fall back to his side.] Do not hide it. You are the Thénardier girl, the eldest. I have not forgotten.

[Only a day or so ago, the realization would have impelled him to seize her immediately and install her in Les Madelonettes. Yet here, he does not make any sudden movements, doesn't bound ahead and collar her. That time has gone, dissolved when she took a bullet at the barricades, and when he took a spill into the Seine. There is no malintent in his gaze, only a cool, dispassionate recognition.

Believe it or not, relief glimmers in his dark eyes. Her presence in front of him is the last nail in his coffin. Any doubts about his own death peel away, and an eerie, reassured calm descends upon his shoulders. He affords a perfunctory glance down to his boots when she apologizes, and hums his blithe acknowledgement.]


The boots are old and require a scrubbing. You are about twenty-four-hours too late to muss them up much more than they already are. Think nothing of it.
closecall: by <lj user=closecall> (queen the wind is howling like)

[personal profile] closecall 2025-03-24 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"You don't have to thank me, but I like to hear it anyway. Save it for after you get patched up." Right now, all he needed to do was lay down, pipe down and let them work their magic. But of course, this is Andros, and the last time he listened to reason he was a child; it's an endearing quality of his.

"Me? Thanks for finally noticing." He winks down at him, slipping out of the way if and when he finds he is in the way of Andros' care. As long as he has eyes on him, he's confident enough in the care to give him some space. A little space because he is definitely hovering and keeping an eye on their movements.

"No, she got me too." He places a hand over his chest and points to the spot on his dirt smeared with blood. It was easy enough to overlook, probably looking like it came from the Red Ranger's wounds. The chill earns him a frown. "I know you better than that, you're gonna duck out of here and do it even if I tell you not to."

"I'm telling you to give her some time and maybe take it easy. She's not going to want to talk to us if we crowd her. It reminds me of someone, I wonder who. Do you know a guy who is bad with crowds? Kinda has a temper?"
secunit: (your time is very important to us)

flower power

[personal profile] secunit 2025-03-24 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Murderbot had not, of course, intended to be dragged into any of this. It had merely been walking past, and then suddenly someone else's memory clip is in its feed, playing all of its own accord, and nothing the construct does manages to close it until it's damn good and ready to stop.

Objectively, a few seconds. Subjectively? With how fast Murderbot processes everything? Minutes. Hours.

But then it's over, and the SecUnit is left standing there dumbfounded, until it hears a stranger speak. About the memory.

Their memory. Couldn't, wouldn't, irrelevant. Without looking directly at Potential Target Six, but certainly monitoring them from multiple of the tiny drones high overhead, Murderbot speaks up. ]


Did you?
volgas: (pic#16959445)

[personal profile] volgas 2025-03-24 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
It's Natasha. [He's got to be around Peter's age, and she's not a fox.]

I don't know much about it, but there are people that would say so. [Whether Wanda's chaos magic comes from the stone or not, it's not as if she knows about the witches either. But there's a lot of things that Nat doesn't know or is above her understanding. What matters to her is what they can do, and what they can work with.]

You think you can stop it?
thebodysnatcher: ([Billy] Charming)

Billy Hargrove | Stranger Things

[personal profile] thebodysnatcher 2025-03-24 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Party

The once bombastic, aggressive presence is gone, leaving him subdued and thoughtfully. This is Billy, still dressed in his wife beater, covered with blood. He's not exactly the best sight at this party. His hair damp from sweat and cuts all along his face. There's a telltale hole in his shirt, right at the center of his chest.

He stares down at the rose boutonnière, contemplating putting it over the larger stains, but really, he's spacing out, absorbing all of this.

It's not everyday someone goes from death to some sort of fucking faerie realm. He didn't ask for this and right now, it's not wanted.

Eventually someone will approach him. He's not even sure how to respond, only to let things go where they will.
sod_off: (Spike 32)

Re: Vision

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-03-24 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Make me." Spike shot back, not bothered by the glowing eyes at all. He noted the vision, but couldn't do much more than that right then. Still somewhat lost from his own experience, and then another's thrown at him too? Spike was not feeling charitable.
nott_caine: ([Nott] Caresses Cheek)

[personal profile] nott_caine 2025-03-24 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
She laughs, a genuine one, not hidden behind the mask of sarcasm. She caresses his cheek gently, following along the ridge of his cheekbones, sharp and long. "You're a poet."

It feels fairly obvious, given his sweet words and airy demeanor. He seems like the artists she met at the various salons. It's familiar and reassuring, as she wades into uncertain territory.

"The dark side of the moon likes to be hidden, rather than often admired."
sod_off: (Spike 20)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-03-24 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not so much 'intense' as it is that the time can move differently in different realms and dimensions. Some hell dimensions are like that too.
volgas: (pic#16958946)

[personal profile] volgas 2025-03-24 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's not something she's expecting him to say, though it is something she's hoping for. Nat's eyes flash up to his for a moment, the confirmation that Yelena's okay, too. She gives a nod, knowing that likely it's more her fault as to why they never met. It's not as if for a long time Nat was trying to put Ohio behind her, like what happened was just a mission like every other one.]

I think it's for the best. [It's what she can handle for right now. The question of what's next doesn't have to loom over her if she works on what's in front of her. And right now it's a whole lot of unknowns.]

Someone has to have an idea of this place.