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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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blitzno: (next night I got a bitch up in my rari)

flower

[personal profile] blitzno 2025-03-16 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
Blitzø's enjoying the party. He's always been happiest right in the middle of the chaos, and the influx of new people is making his stupid heart do stupid things as he tries very hard not to hope people he knows are among them. He doesn't want his friends stuck the way he is. But christ on a stick, he misses them.

That good mood immediately evaporates when he sees that oh, someone he knows is here, and while for once it's someone he wouldn't mind having terrible shit happen to, it's also someone he really, really does not want to be stuck playing nice with.

"You." He points at Striker angrily. "Motherfucker!"
astronema: (Roll)

[personal profile] astronema 2025-03-16 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
Caught in the throes of a seizure as she is, propping her in a chair is... difficult, and probably inadvisable, but she's just flexible enough despite the tension to physically allow it.

Barely.

And she nearly pitches right off the side of the damn thing before, with a bitten-off scream of what could be grief or sheer rage or maybe both, she's back. Astronema sits there for a few seconds, half off of the chair, leaned to the side and staring at absolutely nothing that's actually there...

Like an animatronic caught halfway through booting up, locked in an unsettling pose. And with all that's been bolted onto her, and into her, that might not be half wrong.

Her brain seems to catch up with the present, and she finally focuses on Zhane through her disheveled red hair.

And yet she doesn't say a fucking word. She narrows her eyes, and finally moves of her own free will, slowly sitting up properly on the chair.
Edited 2025-03-16 01:39 (UTC)
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[personal profile] nightmarescenario 2025-03-16 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
"That food trick is pretty shitty, huh?" He didn't remember having actually eaten any, though he's relatively certain someone handed him a drink at the time and he may have eaten food after that. This time, it doesn't matter, he's eaten a bit. He's already stuck here.

"Wouldn't know on that one. So far the only thing I've done is fight a dragon." More or less. There may be the beginnings of a slight attempted corruption of a certain wall-crawling hero, but that's just for fun. "However, I'm not sure they'll respond kindly. But, knock yourself out, Cap. I'm sure it'll be fine."

Truthfully, Tony's been sitting back watching things play out over getting into trouble. Biding his time, so to speak.
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[personal profile] whatchabuyin 2025-03-16 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Frostbloom was in the middle of checking his inventory ledger, but pauses when the coinpurse is dropped into the table. They look at it before up to the man who dropped it. Their own face is shrouded in shadow of their oversized hat, one that would probably work for Javert's want of hiding his embarrassment later.]

Don't need coin. [Probably a surprise given that the other fae around here barely understand what coin currency is. This one is well traveled.] Somethin' more tangible. Dunno about a hat, but...

[For a brief moment, Javert can feel eyes under the shadow staring at him intently, trying to judge him a bit. And then Frostbloom stands and turns their back to the table to dig through the Big Box Of Items behind them. After a moment, they return and set down a rectangular case about six inches wide and ten inches long. They open it to reveal a screwdriver with interchangeable heads of any variety of size and use. The screwdriver itself is steel, its handle a soft green inlaid with threads of gold at the seams.][They look at Javert again, considering.]

Cost is one o' yer coat buttons.

[ooc: Multi-screwdriver: will have every bit and screwdriver head you could ever need but will always be one size too big or too small in use.]
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CW: implied emeto, implied drowning, some PTSD and heavy-handed self-doubt

[personal profile] inseine 2025-03-16 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Retire! Javert's lips part in a pained grimace, revealing a full set of stained teeth. How dare this young man, this child speak to him as if he knows better! Who in hell does he think he is?

Javert doesn't know whether to bark a frightful laugh or a sob. He is caught somewhere in the middle, fully unseated, choking on a strangled noise resembling a hoarse growl.

(He may actually be choking on something, a morsel of turbid sludge burbling up from the river rapids. He swallows it back down with a clenched jaw, heading off his urge to spew sickness in Andros's face.)]


That's enough, [he utters coldly, stark-still. He sounds calm and sure of himself. He is anything but, all semblance of manners slipping rapidly down the drain.] Retired, indeed, is that what you're picturing? What a joke! This isn't a matter of abandoning my duties.

[(isn't it?) be quiet be quiet be quiet, his fist curls into the fabric of his lapels as his mind takes a skip and a leap back to his last night in Paris, which felt like only hours ago--]

It is a matter of finishing them.

[(is it?) he slipped the 'resignation' letter into its envelope and sealed it in wax, Note for the Administration writ upon its face, and left it for the next shift to deliver to the Prefect of Police

He stiffens, his grimace easing, troubled and uncertain. His irritation with Andros's impertinence goes to war with his doubt, confusion marking the furrows between his brows. The sharp edge to his voice abruptly dulls, his strange fit extinguishing his brief flame of indignance.]


I am not speaking to your oaths, or your retirement. My 'attitude,' so you say, has nothing to do with whatever you're on about. Only my own. Don't lecture me, when you know nothing about me, monsieur.
Edited 2025-03-16 01:43 (UTC)
crushtheskulls: (horse-5)

flowers

[personal profile] crushtheskulls 2025-03-16 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Admittedly, Horse ate some of the flowers (they just looked tempting ok!!) so she doesn't see what Ryuji is seeing, but she knows a person in distress when she sees one. So there will be a full-sized horse glancing down at Ryuji.]

Uhhh... you... ok there?

[... Look she's not exactly good at this kinda thing.]
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[personal profile] whatchabuyin 2025-03-16 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Frostbloom watches Jayce approach, can already tell this is an interesting man. When asked, they sit forward to listen, and then look down at their ledger.]

Depends on da buyer and da item. Nothin' too big tho. You interested?
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[personal profile] hick_for_hire 2025-03-16 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
For the moment his attention remains on watching the party, vague as it may be. His tail slowly flicks more like a cat's than anything else. His attention doesn't entirely shift once he hears a voice, a soft snort escaping him.

"Parties ain't ever been my kinda scene. Loud being part of the reason why, yeah." Finally he allows his attention to slip to see who he's speaking to, pausing when he sees her.

Well. That looks horse-shaped, if not one of the hell horses he's used to. Huh.

"I imagine it'd be even worse for you with ears like that, ain't built for loud noises."
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[personal profile] killedzordon 2025-03-16 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
Andros really wished he had been holding a scanner when he'd been taken, at least then he could figure out if those cybernetics were actually electrocuting her or not. But he didn't. He rolls back in a quick instamorph, half crouching off the ground, ready. He'd really hoped she'd wake up happy.

That? Was not a happy Karone.

"......good morning? You know, you don't look like you're really in a good morning kind of good. Maybe I'll go get you some food." And maybe some sedatives so he could get those cybernetics off her.

"I just wanted to make sure you were alright." He had his white gloved hands out, like see, no harm, no foul.
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[personal profile] whatchabuyin 2025-03-16 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Frostbloom watches Sylvie, then deftly reaches to pluck the delicate thin stick from her hand.]

Dat's my pen. And not for sale.

Other items tho, depends on what yer lookin' to buy. Got potions in the bin there, or items in da back.

[Nevermind 'the back' is just a large box behind them.]
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[personal profile] crushtheskulls 2025-03-16 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Uh, well... okay! Let's dance!

[She can sing, she can dance - well, mostly. And she does! What Maurice may notice is that the way she's moving is a little unnatural for a horse to move. She's bending her limbs in a way the most horses can't.]

Hey, this is pretty fun!
whatchabuyin: (Default)

CLAPS CLAPS CLAPS

[personal profile] whatchabuyin 2025-03-16 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Frostbloom watches Ren approach and - from the Akechi impersonation before, they know this will be interesting. They can hazard a guess as to who this is.

Maybe some fun.]


Depends on da item and da person buyin'. You interested, Ren?
toothaches: (i swear to drunk im not god)

[personal profile] toothaches 2025-03-16 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ Maurice does pick up on this because his parents have two horses. His eyes linger on Horse's wobbly legs, but he's having such a good time that he doesn't let him bother it. ]

[ And so they rock out together. ]


Did you hear? This party is for us!
astronema: (Roll)

[personal profile] astronema 2025-03-16 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
Astronema moved... not nearly as quickly, not right after all of that, but the grace was still there at least. Rolling up onto her feet, her staff snapping into her hand from wherever it had landed on the floor.

"You."
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[personal profile] whatchabuyin 2025-03-16 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
Frostbloom's eyes watch Spike get closer and that's interesting. The others must be expanding their taste in pets.

"I travel around. I find interesting stuff. I set up wherever, sell to whoever's interested, and move on. Dis place isn't really my kinda scene, but I still come by when I can."
vintagecaptain: ([cap] hand on hip)

[personal profile] vintagecaptain 2025-03-16 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Hell of a trick to play on people." Steve's still mad about it. A nice spread of food and drink to entice people into eating. Instead of just asking people if they would stay to help. Not everyone would but enough would say yes. They didn't have to do this.

He shrugs. "You know, the last time I tried to just talk to one of them Loki stopped me. We haven't seen how they'd respond and people are afraid of them."

Afraid of starting trouble. Maybe it's just because taking on all of Thanos' army alone was still in his mind but Steve was ready for a fight.
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[personal profile] whatchabuyin 2025-03-16 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
Nah. Nothin' that permanent. Small things, mostly.

'sides that, a deed costs more than ya can afford.
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[personal profile] hick_for_hire 2025-03-16 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
Another of the key differences between them, while Striker can blend into a party if he needs to, he fucking doesn't like being in the chaos if he doesn't need or have to be. Especially somewhere as unfamiliar as this and he's already more annoyed about people having talked to him when he doesn't want them to and having blocked him from mostly getting to somewhere quieter for a moment.

He wasn't the one that had noticed the other first, of course not, he hadn't expected to see Blitzø of all fucking people here. But he would be here, wouldn't he? Here to torment him and remind him that he's not what he pretends to be.

But playing nice was entirely off the table the second he pointed and spoke, his lips pulling into that grin full of teeth, muscles clearly tensing and tail lashing behind him with the warning rattle already going off. His hand tenses, ready to grab for the hidden dagger in his boot. "Is that any way to welcome me here, Blitz? Or are you still mad about that pretty little bird of yours?" Perhaps this wasn't the best thing to start out with, but at least a fight is something he's familiar with.
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[personal profile] crushtheskulls 2025-03-16 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
She definitely looks a lot more... cartoon-y than a normal Earth horse or hell horse.

"No, they're really not. But I can deal. I don't think I've seen you around, although I'm kind of new here myself... did the fae just bring you here too?"
Edited 2025-03-16 01:49 (UTC)
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[personal profile] sod_off 2025-03-16 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
Spike is studying the merchant too, and knows when he's being watched. "Glad to hear it, as variety is the spice of life they say. What do you recommend? And what's your price?" A slow smile. "That last part's always the trickiest to figure out, innit?"
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C you know it

[personal profile] tadeadshi 2025-03-16 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Tadashi's looking around at everything, seeing new faces (then again, everyone else is new. He hasn't been out much yet) but stops when he sees a spike of familiar, unkept hair. And a voice.]

Hiro?
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[personal profile] hick_for_hire 2025-03-16 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
He's pretty certain that anything is going to look different than the hell horses do, not that he's terribly familiar with what Earth horses look like, either. No reason to care about what goes on topside when he doesn't do anything there.

"Fae? Is that who I'm blaming for this utter bullshit?" He's at least grateful to have a name to put to what's going on, even while he moves just a bit to find a tree to lean against properly. He did get lucky on the fact any spikes he has are out of the way for doing any of this. "Brand new to wherever this is, a lot more... colorful than Hell, I'll give it that."
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rolled a 9 for item!

[personal profile] fatalis 2025-03-16 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jayce offers a smile, looking more at the merchant than the wares, really, only taking a look around once they're looking at the ledger. As curious as he is, he doesn't touch anything, not without being offered it. Just in case. ]

I am. [ As he's looking idly, he tries to make conversation. ] How far did you travel to get here?
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[personal profile] valle 2025-03-16 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
( She doesn't mind the speech. Understands, in a way, she thinks — because English is not her first language, either. She doubts this girl's first language is Spanish. It may be some other thing entirely, something that isn't words, but that still makes English the second one. Laura's speech is still a lilting, accented affair that heavily belies the fact that she isn't a native speaker. It's just a different version of that, she thinks. A different kind of accent.

What matters is that they understand each other, and she's beginning to think maybe it wouldn't take very many words at all for that.

She nods, slowly. Once.
)

Si.

( Hopefully the affirmative nod provides enough context to make it clear that means yes. If it doesn't, though, this next bit will.

Her eyes flicker to Eleven's hand, the one that had been grabbing at food only moments ago.
)

I was like you.

( Exactly the same, with an added bonus of whipping her claws out and snarling at anyone who dared get too close, or who reached for a dish at the same time as she did. She does not know how this girl got blood under her nose, but if it was through violence, then it was exactly the same energy. )
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[personal profile] myshallowemotions 2025-03-16 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[A promise is a promise and Ivan has full intentions to keep his promise to Till, to avoid the king. Which is definitely what he's been doing since getting to this party that's already making him feel uneasy. Speaking of Till, that's who he's looking for when he hears a voice. It's a party, there are a lot of voices and people everywhere, including a lot of unfamiliar faces, but this voice is accompanied by an almost dizzying smell of fresh flowers. It makes his nose itch uncomfortably, so, you know, not exactly pleasant. The illusion of sun on his cool skin is a nice touch though.

Turning to see where the smell is coming from, he spots him. The king. They never had the misfortune to meet at the last party, but there's no one else it can be. The guy would be overdressed even for an idol stage death match, let alone a crowd of captives, and the flower crown is kind of a giveaway.

Ivan is not a confrontational person naturally but when he approaches to get a closer look (for observational purposes obviously), and Naricso turns to him with a smile, he doesn't walk away immediately. Instead, Ivan fixes him with a neutral, almost unimpressed look, but his eyes betray him a bit, a crack in the mask.]


How about you keep your stupid flower and I give you my thoughts for free, you creepy bastard?