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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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hevenly: (pose)

[personal profile] hevenly 2025-03-25 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Angela smiles. It's nice to be referred to as Loki's kin for once, instead of Thor's, or Odin's. ]

Eldest sister, yes. Though I will advise that most Asgardians are not related by blood. You just happen to have made a lucky guess in this instance.
opheliac: ✖ malagraphic (pic#17532034)

[personal profile] opheliac 2025-03-26 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
[her lips flatten more and then rumbles a groan, contemplating within herself whether to agree to this idea or to shoot it down. his daughter puffs away her bangs from her eyesight, and then finally gives in.]

Ugh, fine. One drawing session, and that's all, Big bear. If I catch you twisting my arm again, I'll have to do something drastic.
hottogo: ([shogi] kiss for good luck)

[personal profile] hottogo 2025-03-26 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Sorry to say that in person, Hifumi is a little more shy. At least at first.]

I assure you, it isn't kindness, just the truth as I've seen for myself.

[Sumire has the talent and drive to succeed, just as Hifumi herself does. They just have to keep going on, through every hurdle and roadblock, but one day, both of their dreams will come true.

But to hear that Sumire's been in this place longer than just a handful of moments is an immediate relief.]


You really wouldn't mind? I'd be so grateful, Yoshizawa-san. I've only just arrived myself. One moment, I was on my way home from school, and the very next, I was here at his beautiful party! Doesn't the music make you want to dance? I've never felt this way before. It's so strange.
andrieski: (167)

cw: mentions of alcoholism

[personal profile] andrieski 2025-03-26 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Her dad had been an alcoholic and all he'd really been good for was disappointing her. At least she'd known what to expect after a while. The reason why she's so independent and unwilling to rely on others is mostly because of this fact. And the fact that her mom barely did anything to make up for it. So she'd always needed to be in charge of her own life from a young age.

But none of that factors into the memory of his death. Just the general mixture of relief and an underlying lack of grief. Mostly just annoyance that she'd had to dig a grave and bury him in it to cover it up. And because it wasn't like they had money to pay for a burial anyway.

Once he says Chee toes, acting like it's two separate words, the realization dawns on her. He's not from America. Clearly.]


Oh. It's just one word. Cheetos. There aren't toes involved. [Just for clarification.]

And it's not an animal. It's just processed food covered in cheese dust. [Though, she does note a slight difference in the way the cheese looks on the outside. It's a bit strange, but what isn't?]
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[personal profile] aspirings 2025-03-26 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
[He says it bluntly, and that's fitting, because Tsukasa is already reacting--or overreacting, maybe.

As soon as they step off the dance floor, it's like his brain clicks back into place from where it'd been shoved ever so slightly unaligned, and Tsukasa stares at him with wide eyes and then points.]


You-- I?! We?!

[?!?!?!]

Are we... not actually friends?!

[Ah. Tsukasa does not have any frame of reference for this mild mind-fuckery.]
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[personal profile] myshallowemotions 2025-03-26 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
Because you seemed bothered by the thought of me giving birth?

What? I'm not looking for anything from you. You asked me a question? I made my choice and would make it again.


[...]

Yeah, why? Does that matter?
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[personal profile] monstronaturae 2025-03-26 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
A song?

[ she repeats their request with a hint of disbelief. it can't be that easy. there has to be some kind of catch. she wrestles with the idea for a moment, wondering how much of her heart she should expose to a stranger. ]

... all right, I know a little ditty or two.

[ she straightens her posture, jutting out her chin as she begins to sing the ballad of the witches road. it's strange without others there to accompany her. but she's only shy for a split second before she digs in and swings for the fences. once she's done, she preens a little. ]

How's that for a song?
crosslaced: (you wrestled that man NAKED)

[personal profile] crosslaced 2025-03-26 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
You already answered my question.

Go and give him another gift, problem solved. Or talk to him. If you want to.


[On one hand they could probably sort things out with an honest discussion. On the other hand, it would be extremely hypocritical of Laurent to suggest having an honest discussion, so he's not going to be pushy about it.]
elementofcupcakes: (Pony Pinkie: that's kinda fishy...)

[personal profile] elementofcupcakes 2025-03-26 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
Well, everything was all garbly before we ate those flower cookies. [ She shudders at their taste. Too much lavender! ] Then it started to sound like no pony had marbles in their mouth anymore!
almaredemptoris: (Default)

eventually i'll scrounge up icons

[personal profile] almaredemptoris 2025-03-26 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
Valjean acts as if that fateful night at the barricade never transpired for the simple reason that, for him, it has not. His joining the rebel cause that he may safeguard the young man whose heart Cosette captured, his releasing Javert from his bonds in a refusal to reap revenge, and Javert's faltering when the time came to pull the trigger — it all lies ahead of him on the path. He has lived none of it.

And now, perhaps, he never would.

Nevertheless, he recognizes the change that has come over Javert. Less a transfiguration than a corrosion, as if that which always stood ramrod straight within him has buckled under some great exertion. He marks the substitution of the respectful vous where before the inspector aimed its lesser form like a blade.

Absent the wariness with which he has long regarded Javert, borne like armor, like a shield at arm's length, Jean Valjean has only the gentle courtesy he extends to all regardless of station or history. Javert too is a man no better or worse than any man. No better or worse than himself.

"Ah," he says. "You must forgive me, I am hardly a good judge of dancing. Why, I don't know even one step. Only, you seemed so merry that the effect on the whole was pleasant to watch."

What on another man's tongue might have tipped into a joke arises from Valjean in sincerity. Now his countenance sinks fully into the somber shadow that is his habit.

"As for what I am doing here, I cannot imagine that my answer differs greatly from yours. I awoke and found myself at this banquet. How and why, however, I cannot say."

A fact that, as made evident by the storming in his eyes despite the calm in his tone, troubles him deeply. He had heard the Lawspeaker of course, had turned her words over in his mind — and had chosen to suspend them there as if on a shelf, setting them aside for later consideration like some confounding problem. The implication that there could exist a realm not accounted for in God's creation is blasphemous. That providence could have diverted him from his purpose, unsettling. That his angel Cosette, abandoned and alone, could have joined her mother in the Lord's kingdom without his knowledge, devastating.

All of this would catch up to him by the end of the night.
Edited 2025-03-26 15:58 (UTC)
zanarkandian: (likes: long walks)

[personal profile] zanarkandian 2025-03-26 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
"...How you did matters?"

That was new to him. Tidus hadn't heard of such a thing. "Does that mean there's a bad place too?"
zanarkandian: (a last hope)

[personal profile] zanarkandian 2025-03-26 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay. Well, I can ask around for you. Definitely don't want you to be sick!"

Tidus worries, a frown crossing his face. "How'd you get sick anyway?"
amurderofcrow: (pic#17223930)

[personal profile] amurderofcrow 2025-03-26 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
I won't promise anything I can't confirm myself.

But I doubt anyone left behind has nearly as much to worry about as those of us here do.
amurderofcrow: (d016)

[personal profile] amurderofcrow 2025-03-26 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
[They had tested Akechi in a sense, the boy supposes, though no one had ended up dead in his case. All things considered, he's gotten off rather well with Loki. For whatever reason, they were more generous than he thought he deserved at times.

A story for a sword. It still seems like Loki got the bad end of the deal with that one.]


We must all seem so small in comparison to what you're used to. [what's the life of a mortal to beings who lived even after death.]

... I wanted to speak with you.
attackbrows: (➤ 140)

[personal profile] attackbrows 2025-03-26 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ The Doctor doesn’t have to say it out loud, he’s already wearing the judgement on his eyes. It’s damn near a habit at this point any time he encounters a person who considers themselves a proud soldier or warrior. They're all shorthand for ‘tools of war’.

Not exactly his cup of tea. ]


Bold of you to assume that I was worried to start.

[ He continues on with an oddly casual tone. ]

I’ve only known you for less than five minutes, soldier. The least you can do is honor me with your name.
meforsaken: (- 88.)

[personal profile] meforsaken 2025-03-26 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
[They roll their eyes, waving him off.]

I've been living amongst Midgardians for a long time now. I literally have an apartment in New York.

[In Faerie, Loki's leaned into their more storybook qualities, and they're coming from a more Asgard-based adventure, but. They could just as easily blend into a modern setting and present themselves as human if need be.

More importantly, they like mortals. But it seems a bit stereotypical to say "my best friend is human".

Nor do they need to say so, as Akechi soon changes the subject.]


Hm? Did you reach a decision finally?
Edited 2025-03-26 05:25 (UTC)
hottogo: ([big smile] the venus of shogi)

[personal profile] hottogo 2025-03-26 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Pegasus! Yes, Hifumi thinks, her small smile only brightening at his whole display, he does give off some Big Pegasus Vibes. He's so radiant and charming, it's very suiting.]

Hifumi Togo. It's a pleasure, Tsukasa-san. Do you always rush in so dashingly to save total strangers?
autumnsrunaway: close up of a golden mechanical eye, an ugly scar slashing through the face that wears it (eye)

[personal profile] autumnsrunaway 2025-03-26 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
[He turns and faces her as she talks, his golden eye clicking softly a few times, giving her his full attention. He tilts his head. This is all far too detailed for a normal dream, even a lucid one. Did she say "Our" princess?]

Begging your pardon, my Lady; these courtiers, you and the other High Lords- and High Ladies- of other courts, are here? Within a single realm? Ruling it... Together?

[There is no ridicule in his voice, only astonishment. Where Lucien is from, each court is its own country, and he struggles to wrap his head around the concept. Seven courts. Seven rulers. At least. Presumably all with comparable power to hers. It's enough to make his head spin.]

That sounds... [ Nightmarish. Exhausting. Dangerous. Overwhelming. Tense. Lucien picks his words very carefully.] ...Politically Fraught.
in_her_shadow: (hope all goes well)

[personal profile] in_her_shadow 2025-03-26 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
I don't need anyone looking out for me! Do you need to be hit by a clue by four? I want to be alone!
in_her_shadow: (most to grow)

[personal profile] in_her_shadow 2025-03-26 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
Probably. I know about "fae" and "tricksters" in my world too, but that's no guarantee they're anything alike. So we shouldn't treat this like we already know what's going on. Right now, they have all the advantages.

... Least the food is good.
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[personal profile] whatchabuyin 2025-03-26 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
[What if it was that easy though? They listen to her sing. It's a nice song, even without the accompaniment, it's still nice.

Frostbloom waits until Agatha is done and claps lightly for the performance.]


Beautimous. Liked that one a lot. Potion's all yers.

Interested in anythin' else?
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[personal profile] tadeadshi 2025-03-26 08:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Tadashi just watches his brother do that. Pop that helmet on like he's done it his whole life and not just in the year and change since Tadashi's passing.]

To be honest? Anything. I haven't been able to find anything useful. I'd take a nickel alloy at this point.
autumnsrunaway: zoom in on a smirk under a copper mask. scarring goes down the right side of the face (smile zoom)

[personal profile] autumnsrunaway 2025-03-26 08:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Lucien notices her using his title but isn't too bothered by it. These powerful courtiers must talk to eachother. He cant resist returning her smile, and relaxes into her warmth a little more, resting his chin on his hand.]

I suppose I'll take your word for it.

[Maybe it's an attempt to find the furthest story from the recent events. Maybe it's the orchid boutoneire pinned to his tunic. Before he knows it, he's talking again.]

There was a nymph in the Autumn Court by the name of Jesminda. I think you would have liked her. When I met her, a little over a century ago, she was throwing acorns at me in the forest. When i finally caught up with her, somehow she turned our conversation into a debate about fashion. She asked if my mother had picked out my clothes for me- and, back then, it kind of stung- it was closer to the truth than i care to admit! [he laughs a little at the memory.]

It was the first time anyone treated me like another person, not the precious littlest Princeling of Autumn. I wanted so badly to be her friend, maybe to impress her, to just be near to her. Looking back, I think I might have been in love with her from the start.

She never stopped teasing me and i never stopped laughing. We became friends. And over the next few years, we became more than that too. She was my first love.

[He blinks, hoping she'll let him get away with ending the story there, and the tips of his ears deepen in color] Sorry, I dont normally bring her up in my first conversations.
Edited (spelling) 2025-03-26 08:39 (UTC)
worldsaway: (pic#15801371)

[personal profile] worldsaway 2025-03-26 09:10 am (UTC)(link)
You've never had a sad dance? It can be very cathartic.

[He's obviously speaking from experience here. His hips sway slowly, letting his hand rest on her waist. He's actually been pretty miserable here, but he was miserable before he got here so there's no surprises.]

Who do I have the pleasure of sharing this dance with?
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[personal profile] gunsandrosegold 2025-03-26 10:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's difficult to tell whether Frida is uncomfortable with Futaba's close proximity, since their facial expression can't change. But they let her inspect their hand, not saying anything at first. ]

Are you Alibaba?

[ Their voice reverberates in that way one might expect of a robot, a sort of tinny sound that still manages soft-spoken and gentle. ]