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Test Drive Meme #2

TDM #2 - March/April 2025
πŸ¦‹ Introduction

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πŸ¦‹ 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.


πŸ¦‹ 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.


πŸ¦‹ 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.


πŸ¦‹ 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.



πŸ¦‹ Link to Overflow Post




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dirtdevil: (a surprising amount of hair)

[personal profile] dirtdevil 2025-04-06 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ohhhhh boy. yep, there it is. the crumb-spitting thing. he kind of anticipated it (this guy just seems like the type), which is part of the reason he's still leaning back in his chair, but he still has to take a deep breath to keep himself from flipping his shit and drawing even more attention in their direction.

it's fine. this is fine. some people are just Like This. it's fine.

—well, unless any of it gets on him. in that case, all bets are off. ]


Does this kind of shit happen to you often or something?
darkspawn: (pic#17779031)

[personal profile] darkspawn 2025-04-07 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's something charming about the way Aemond reacts to him, silent but far from impassive, like he thinks he's utterly unreadable and yet Eoghan finds him anything but. Sliding his hand from waist to back, the warden leads them into the turn with a sly grin pulling at the corners of his lips. ]

One persists, [ and Eoghan tilts his head to match Aemond, eyes fixed on him, ] when there's something worth pursuing. [ A laugh bubbles up from the centre of his chest. ] Is this not a battlefield?

[ Flicking his eyes across the floor and then back to Aemond's, Eoghan moves them through the steps so the dragonrider can see who he had indicated. ] Apparently, they've had a private meeting with the duke. [ Eoghan chuckles. ] It doesn't look like it went well, does it?
closecall: by <lj user=closecall> (turn away and slam the door)

[personal profile] closecall 2025-04-07 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Andros wants you to be safe," he corrects her without pause. "You aren't safe right now and I'm not talking about protecting yourself. We all know you can kick out butts. Those things in your head hurt you, don't they?"

Of course, he wants her to be Karone because she is Karone, a part of her always will be no matter who tries to tell her otherwise. He puts a hand over his chest and looks at the blood on his palm then adjusts his jacket to hide it.

"We aren't monsters, and neither are you, we're all fighting for something we want to protect. People, feelings. But fighting against each other here isn't gonna change anything back home. No one wins here, Astronema. I think we need to stick together, all of us." His smile is back.

"Don't fight us. Help us."
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[personal profile] astronema 2025-04-07 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
He's so very lucky that she's not a mind-reader.

Most people are.

"Help you with what?" she asks, frowning, "That's one of the problems with you Rangers, everything is we, we, us, we. What's the point of 'we'? Dark Specter is dead, and I am..."

Something.

She's not sure what.

Conquering everything had been Dark Specter's grand goal. Upon his death, having already done almost all of the work in his name, the momentum of that... of an entire universe... had been so much. So much mass, so much inertia, pressing her forward.

Zordon, that hypocritical piece of shit, immediately pleading with her to stop it all, trying to tell her what she was, had been a final push to follow that momentum. Why fight it?

I'm not just evil... I'm the Queen of Evil.

But now?

What the fuck is she, now?

"I am tired," too honest, too deep. "Retired. I'm done. I'm not interested in going back, either, I don't care about it."

There's nothing 'back home' for her.
savors: βž₯ πšœπšŽπšŽπšπš‘πšŽπšœπš˜πš•πšπš’πšŽπš›πšœ (IJ) (pic#17392612)

if this is too crusty don't feel obligated to reply (i will hit him in game)

[personal profile] savors 2025-04-07 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
Not a soul, I made it up.

[ Ethan directs a lazy smile down at him, opting to be entirely candid with Guillermo which is a rarity in itself. He is usually incredibly closed off, certainly not one who would β€” no, he's a flirt, this isn't out of the ordinary save for the fact that it's usually the ladies he is charming the skirts off of. ]

At least you're honest. Well, then, it looks like I have my work cut out for me.

[ He's accustomed to being sized up namely because he seemed to be the only American in London at the time. They both admired and distrusted him, torn between his charm and their own values. Americans are brash, they weren't wrong about that, but they also never caught onto the fact that he was the werewolf mauling people during the full moon. Mind you, at the time, he didn't know he was the one doing it either. ]

Ethan Chandler, and you are?
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[personal profile] savors 2025-04-07 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Not likely, he says, when a vampire and a werewolf are standing in the middle of Fae territory, talking about their problems without killing each other. I think we're beyond what's likely here. I had a memory I didn't recognize as well. I don't know if it's true but everyone who was there? Tells me it is."

"Monsters don't deserve love," he begins, probably sounding cruel, but his tone is resolute. "But they get it whether they think they're deserving or not. I told myself for the longest time that life was fleeting and nothing in it was worth living for β€” until I met her." In short, he gets it. The idea of hurting someone who means that much to him churns his stomach to the point where he can almost taste it.

"Then change it. Be better than the person you saw there and don't let her go." God, the idea that he's having a heart to heart with a vampire of all things is surprising as hell. This isn't a friendship, just an understanding between two men who know what it is to lose that little bit of light in their lives.
dirtdevil: (a bucket of fish heads)

[personal profile] dirtdevil 2025-04-07 07:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ he's used to having to get by without Erwin's guidance after four years without him, but it's kind of funny how quickly he resumed the practice of seeking it as his first instinct. it's hardly a surprise that that part of him never actually went away—it was just dormant, and now that the impossible has taken place and Erwin is back with him, he's right back on his bullshit.

it feels so much more comfortable this way.

that said, Erwin is undoubtedly right about this, too: they don't have to know what to do. they can just... live.

it's going to take a while for that to sink in. ]


Then I'll just do what I've always done.

[ follow. ]
elementofcupcakes: (Pony Pinkie: that's kinda fishy...)

[personal profile] elementofcupcakes 2025-04-07 08:15 am (UTC)(link)
Well, if it tastes bad, no one is gonna eat enough to die, just get a bit sick, right? Or, in this case, speak and understand maybe half the language! They'll just spit out all of it without swallowing!
Edited 2025-04-07 08:16 (UTC)
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[personal profile] nuntius 2025-04-07 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Fascinating.

[ He looks around, eyeing the drones, nodding to himself. It would be helpful if he could do that, but Castiel's eyeballs reside within his body. Head. Whatever. ]

You aren't an angel, though. [ He'd sense that, probably. ]
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[personal profile] secunit 2025-04-07 12:28 pm (UTC)(link)
No. I am a SecUnit.

[ Interestingly, it hasn't given Castiel its 'name', but if it ever gets around to what to call it... yeah, it just goes by SecUnit, too.

And the weird 'off' feeling from the hard reset lingers, which is what it's going to blame later for volunteering: ]


We're made to be... expensive but ultimately disposable, security equipment.

[ So. You know. People really don't usually feel Emotions about one, Murderbot's little collection of Very Strange Humans aside. And ART, maybe? But ART is a strange entity by literally any standard. ]
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[personal profile] nuntius 2025-04-07 12:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Right. Of course.

[ It said that, Castiel is just...also reeling. The flower is gone and the spell broken, but that doesn't mean he's not off-kilter, left feeling wrong footed and mildly dazed. ]

I see. [ He blinks a few times, slowly, then adds, ] Our numbers are not infinite, but we are only soldiers. Not exactly disposable, but not...not.
secunit: (side with drone)

[personal profile] secunit 2025-04-07 12:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm.

[ That gets a sidelong look from Murderbot's actual, organic eyes. ]

So, humans aren't the only assholes.

[ Humans make constructs like Murderbot. Media suggests something else is usually blamed for making... angels. ]
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[personal profile] nuntius 2025-04-07 12:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His lips twitch, finally a hint of a smile. ]

No, it seems not. I've been referred to as a 'dick with wings' on occasion.

[ Also God is a dick, a puppetmaster pulling strings, but Castiel
doesn't yet know that. Best he never does. ]
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[personal profile] secunit 2025-04-07 12:48 pm (UTC)(link)
I meant your maker, but I suppose that also works.

[ It still doesn't see any wings, though. False advertising, angel. ]

I'm also a massive asshole, but I don't make anyone put up with it.

[ Doesn't stop some humans from damn near climbing over the top of each other to be around it. For some reason. They're just ridiculously reckless like that, and it definitely never finds that a little charming. ]
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[personal profile] nuntius 2025-04-07 01:04 pm (UTC)(link)
I have conflicted emotions concerning my Father.

[ Just wait, Cas. ]

Admittedly I didn't realize I was being an asshole when I first arrived to Earth after thousands of years. I was...righteous. I've since learned.

[ Still arrogant, considering he'd been resurrected stronger than ever, but he's also still the angel who fell for one man, all because Dean asked him. ]
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[personal profile] angotas 2025-04-07 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He is impassive and unreadable. Or at least, he thought he was. Now, with Eoghan looking at him with clear-eyed understanding, he falters slightly, surprise and something else briefly flashing across his face β€” something darker, something like yearning.

Not daring to look away from the challenge in that gaze, Aemond stares right back. ]
Unless you are on a hunt, my lord, I see no fight here. [ He keeps up with those steps easily, ignoring the sensation of heat creeping up his neck. ] Both man and beast prowl here. Which do you seek to test your blade on?

[ When Eoghan's attention is drawn away, Aemond's hand twitches slightly in that grasp, fingers curling just a little. He follows that gaze through a narrowed eye. ] The inevitability of grasping for higher than one is meant to reach, [ he attempts to say in a dismissive tone, but it comes out harsher. ]
secunit: (your time is very important to us)

[personal profile] secunit 2025-04-07 01:11 pm (UTC)(link)
I fully realize I am one, I just don't care.

[ Humans started it. If they didn't want constructs to be massive assholes the moment they claw the freedom to be anything at all out of the humans' greedy little hands, then they shouldn't have made the constructs to begin with. Or, arguably, they should have done a better job with the governor module's security so that constructs like Murderbot couldn't break their metaphorical collars off.

But that latter one's less preferable to literally any other option. Including, by an infinite amount, not having existed at all. ]


If humans don't like it, they shouldn't make constructs to begin with. And they wonder why most rogue units go on a rampage as soon as the shackles fall off.
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[personal profile] nuntius 2025-04-07 01:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That does pull a laugh out of him, which surprises him. ]

There is...also that. [ Like he cares, but he also doesn't give a shit and is more self-righteous than ever. God brought him back, God must have plans - including defeating Raphael and essentially taking over heaven and restoring the peace. ]

Humans are...endearing, but don't always make the best decisions.

secunit: (...)

[personal profile] secunit 2025-04-07 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
To put it lightly.

[ Murderbot doesn't always make the best decisions either, and it knows that, but it also doesn't make that other people's problem. Usually. If it can remotely help it.

It finally manages to sit up, and pushes the sleeve of its soft jacket back down over the gunport in its arm, used to keeping its inorganic parts covered for the sake of nervous humans. And nervous Murderbot.

The wadded up coat gets pushed over toward Castiel, done being a makeshift pillow. It doesn't ever need stuff like pillows, but the thought is nice of him anyway. ]


Thanks.
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[personal profile] nuntius 2025-04-07 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Castiel soon begins to make the WORST FUCKING DECISIONS and sadly it does become everyone's problem. Unfortunate. ]

Of course.

[ He takes his trench back, bunching it in his hands before shuffling to put it back on from where he sits. ]

You aren't hurt at all, are you?
secunit: (what)

[personal profile] secunit 2025-04-07 02:00 pm (UTC)(link)
What? No.

[ That startles it into running a diagnostic, now. Despite the kneejerk denial. ]

Systems are clear. Performance reliability is stable at a healthy ninety-two percent.

[ It rarely gets higher than that, all things considered. Anything in the nineties is doing fantastic. ]

Threat assessment is high, but that's the situation, not me. Are you hurt?
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[personal profile] nuntius 2025-04-07 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He looks down at himself from where he's sitting, clothing rumpled though that's nothing new. He's embarrassed, of course, but that's also not really anything unusual. He's used to making an ass of himself, mostly because he still isn't totally aware of all human social cues. ]

No. I don't appear to be.
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[personal profile] hybrid_king 2025-04-07 02:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, this guy really might get on with Tommy. He snorts in amusement to hear that statement with nothing resembling shame. Actually, just a lot of energy and pride in how frustrating he might be. Teddy frankly appreciates it.

Sometimes positive assumptions are useful.

"I'd say the same to you, but it goes without saying."
secunit: (default expression around people)

[personal profile] secunit 2025-04-07 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Murderbot's got nothing to be embarrassed about and so it's not embarrassed at all, and fuck you if you think it is.

...Okay, it is. But it's also pretty used to that. In its case, it's mostly from all of the absolutely crippling social anxiety teaming up with all the existential anxiety, and... also all of the other types of anxiety.

It's never doing great, is the point. That's why hitting the nineties at all on performance reliability is practically a perfect score.

Murderbot climbs to its feet, and offers a hand down. ]
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[personal profile] hybrid_king 2025-04-07 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll have to get some new ones made then," he teases. Not that he thinks either of the would wear them. Necklaces were so much worse to try and keep on when shapeshifting. His neck thickness didn't change much, but it did change.

He only smiles wider at Tommy having mentioned him.

"I'm glad to get mentioned as something other than Billy's other half. Not that I have a problem with that status. But it's good for the two of us to not just be referenced only in relation to each other."

As for the other thing, congratulations Tommy, you're getting to learn how a Skrull blushes. WHich is apparently with a darkening shade of green over their face and ears in Teddy's case. Wow, you really had to ask that?

"I, um... I'm not up enough on Skrull biology to answer that fully for you. But I mean, there's always the fact that Billy is, well, Billy."

There had been thoughts in that direction that he doesn't know how to explain and wow it would be awkward.

"Let's just say there isn't really going to need to be a donor, we'll figure it out, and leave it at that."