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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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sod_off: (Spike 4)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-03-16 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
"They weren't a thing in Rome at the time, so no. Never been." He and Dru had had fun in Rome. "Got to hear a lot of different music, over our lives, huh? I got really into the New York punk scene in the late 70s." Spike shared as he half-led, half-followed her movements. She wanted to spin, he spun her.
klutziness: colorise_icons @ LJ (are you gonna be my girl?)

[personal profile] klutziness 2025-03-16 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Rikku watches with interest, wondering what kind of magic is on the box to make it apparently bigger than it looks. It seems way more complicated than something she can just ponder on her own, and not for the first time, she wishes Lulu was here to explain it to her.

Once the fan is on the table, Rikku crouches a bit to get a really good look at it, and an involuntary ooooo escapes her.]


It's beautiful!

[She means that with her whole heart. She knows she doesn't have anything worth even a smidge of what this fan is, but she digs into one of her pouches anyway, and pulls out one of the little scout prototypes she's been working on. It's barely four inches wide, and maybe two inches tall, but real effort has been put into the tiny wires and aluminum plates. Considering how much she's already put into gathering components for her team, it's worth more to her than probably anything else she's gathered since arriving.]

I've got this little guy to trade. He's not much, but I made him myself and if you can get a little spark, he runs just fine.
renhanded: (« [serious] we know the stakes here)

flower power!

[personal profile] renhanded 2025-03-16 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
[If Eleven is younger than she looks, Ren might be the opposite; at 17, he looks put together at first glance, until you realize he's a kind of odd gangly teenager with those oversized glasses. Usually he's also pretty quiet, but being the sort of person to run into danger, he hears her scream and simply Goes as if he can help. But since he also has a flower tucked into his jacket pocket, he's moving until he's not, and a memory is playing that isn't his.

While it's not one he completely understands- not to this degree, not from these people- he knows how it feels to be accused. To be dragged like he's some sort of dangerous criminal, to be held in an interrogation room for two days while he's beaten to near death. It's something he tries not to think about. But when it ends, he's also more in his head, stumbling slightly until he makes it over to kneel beside her.

He wants to touch, but-- that's probably a bad idea, seeing as he doesn't even know her name. Instead, he'll just sit nearby, and try to speak calmly.]


You're not there. Not anymore. Whoever they are-- they can't hurt you here. Right now it might not seem like it, but you're okay.
whatchabuyin: (Default)

Re: 12 for potion!

[personal profile] whatchabuyin 2025-03-16 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Frostbloom watches Till reach in for a random chance at something good.

The bottle he comes out with in his hand is about half the size of the mouthwash bottle, tinted a soft pink with a purple liquid inside. It has a straight stem that ends in a bulbous round bottom.]


That one, eh? Fair 'nough. Easy price, that one, I think. If yer willin, just wanna hear somethin' that made you sad.

[ooc: Drinking this potion causes the user to speak only in haiku, rhyme, limericks, etc. per OOC preference. This effect lasts for one hour.]
tadeadshi: (51)

[personal profile] tadeadshi 2025-03-16 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Tadashi doesn't hesitate either. The minute Hiro's in range, his arms are wrapped tight around Hiro to hold him close.]

I'm here. I'm sorry.
renhanded: (« [quiet] real good at listening)

[personal profile] renhanded 2025-03-16 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Ren looks idly, and then picks one up- whatever's closest that looks reddish.]

Do you remember what this one does? Or... what you want for it.
fadeling: (Default)

[personal profile] fadeling 2025-03-16 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
It helps. [He says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world.] Whispers of worries and wounds unhealed, unhelped. Places are...loud.

[The chaos and confusion of being real is unexpected. Terrifying, if he thinks about it too much. He isn't supposed to be a person anymore.]
whatchabuyin: (Default)

[personal profile] whatchabuyin 2025-03-16 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
Just a feelin'. Hard to explain t'mortals. But I can feel it.
savingthrows: (002)

[personal profile] savingthrows 2025-03-16 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ Laura's way of sharing, offering, ellicits a quiet but palpable delight from Eleven. It is one thing to quietly copy, it is another to be encouraged to share, and she makes sure that everything offered gets a reaction.

More often than not, the verdict falls very similar. Eleven isn't picky, though there are textures she finds strange. She definitely has a sweet tooth, easily identified in the things she seems to be enjoying most.

Names though... She asked, so she is not upset that the question is given back to her likewise. But something sticks there, lodges in her chest in a way she was not prepared for.

I picked one.

Jane was put on a piece of paper for a girl that was stolen and erased. Kali decided it was right, but Kali's sense of self and identity do not align with what Eleven thinks and feels of herself, not really, not truly.

Project 011 has been branded on her wrist, decreed. Decided for her by Papa.

Eleven is what naturally follows that, and how she thinks of herself. But it's the number all the same.

El has been decided for her by Mike. She holds that one most dear.

They were, none of them, her choice. And yet between them, she has chosen... has she not?

She opens her mouth, then closes it. She looks away from Laura, scuffs at the ground with the Converse that only just about fit her. ]


I am. Eleven.

[ It's not her name, not really. But it's who she is. She places her arm on the table between them. Points to the tattoo on her wrist. Stark black lines on thin, pale skin. 0 1 1. ]

My... friends. [ She swallows, hard. ] Call me El.

[ And then, after another long pause, tentatively: ]

You... picked?
crosslaced: (your eyes have always said "for now")

[personal profile] crosslaced 2025-03-16 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Kind of a cop out but okay :/]

And what's your price, of course.
whatchabuyin: (Default)

[personal profile] whatchabuyin 2025-03-16 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Frostbloom watches her admire the fan before she offers up her own trade. At the little prototype, they are definitely interested...

But they are also fair.]


Too much. 'm not gonna overcharge ya.

I'd take one o' the beads ya got there though. [They point to her hair. Whether it's the fae not really understanding the value of technology, or Frostbloom being honest about not wanting to overcharge her, it's difficult to say.]
desireandhope: (Happy)

[personal profile] desireandhope 2025-03-16 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[It is good to see her, all things considered. There is a twinge of worry in Yusuke's chest at the idea that she would be stuck here however- but he supposes that means he will have to help keep her safe. What is the use of being a Persona user if you don't use them for the sake of others?]

It's good to see you as well.

[The little twitch of a smile on her face brings a small smile to his own.]

Do you happen to remember what you were doing before you came here?
myshallowemotions: (pic#17514540)

[personal profile] myshallowemotions 2025-03-16 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Why does it matter if you don't remember what any of them do anyway? Shouldn't they all cost the same?

[It's more genuine curiosity than anything. It's not like he knows anything about being a merchant or selling potions so he goes back to studying the bottles, wondering how he's supposed to choose when he doesn't know what they actually do but then he spots a bottle with an almost teal color liquid inside. It reminds him of Till's eyes so he plucks it carefully from the bin.]

This one. For the color.
microbrobotics: (rubbing away the tears)

[personal profile] microbrobotics 2025-03-16 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
You're sorry -

[ Sorry bro, that's the last thing he says before breaking down into a sob. Even a full year and a half later, this hurts. Heck, it hurts even more just because of all the scar tissue it instantly breaks through. All the little coping mechanisms he's built up ... ]
tillimgone: (96)

[personal profile] tillimgone 2025-03-16 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Something that made me sad? [There's a lot of things, some significant, some minor. This fae doesn't specify it has to be any of that, so it can be anything...

He looks at the potion in his hand and goes with something minor that always bothered him.
]

I got a box of bandages from someone I like a lot and the person I thought of as my closest friend stole it. I cried. He gave it back like he found it, but I'm so sure he's the one that stole it to begin with.
nightmarescenario: (0018)

[personal profile] nightmarescenario 2025-03-16 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
He peruses the table, glancing at the various items.

"I might be. Try me."
whatchabuyin: (Default)

[personal profile] whatchabuyin 2025-03-16 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
For that?

Easy cost. A short tune from your land, if you remember one. Lullaby or somethin'.
heavenlyhonour: (Low profile)

Angeal Hewley | FFVII

[personal profile] heavenlyhonour 2025-03-16 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
Chance at a Dance - Angeal has been to parties back at ShinRa. Sure the Firsts kind of stayed together but there was the occasional dance that had been performed. And then there had been the time when he patiently taught Zack how to dance. The kid had two left feet but when Angeal termed it 'training' the boy had worked through the steps.

And what a dancer the boy had become.

But here and now, Angeal's serious mako blue eyes spotted no one he knew, not that he expected to. And since dancing wasn't really his thing, he did take to sampling the food there and finding that he liked whatever they did to the strawberries. There was something resembling chocolate on his plate too, so he took to nodding politely at people and inspecting the plants.

Being a gardener back home, the ladies at ShinRa had brought him their tomatoes and all manners of vegetables or even flowers if they grew them. The First Class always had been teased by the other Firsts that he was being flirted with, but Angeal always shook his head and began a lecture of assuming and reading into things. This always resulted in the other two hastily beat a retreat.

Should someone wander over to him, he just shrugs. "I've never seen anything like this, have you?"

Flower Power - Angeal isn't sure what to make of the Spring King. But he looked at the white orchid in his hand. Somehow it made him think of Genesis who knew the meanings and colors or maybe it was someone else. But as he looked at it, he thought of his mother. And as he did, part of his dark hair came down as his head lowered.

That day had been horrible, going to Banora and seeing her on the floor with all of that blood. Zack had come in, but Angeal had barely heard him and barely registered being put up against the wall and yelled at. As he's a private person, he'll keep to himself as much as he can. If pushed, he'll shake his head with a reply.

"I really don't want to talk about it."

Geis - The last time I gave someone a gift..it was a long time ago. I gave someone my sword and told him to protect his honor.
Edited 2025-03-16 04:53 (UTC)
umas_second: (pic#17633555)

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[personal profile] umas_second 2025-03-16 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Harry was also stuffing his face, though possibly for different reasons. He'd gone for the meat first, though the cookies were a revelation. His shrug and grin said it all for his complete unconcern at the moment over getting home.]


Place's full o'magic. They can do jus aboot anythin with tha much power floatin round. At the moment, I'm more interested in th'food. Never had anythin like this back home!
astronema: (17788458)

[personal profile] astronema 2025-03-16 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ The failing cybernetics in Astronema's body and face and brain were put there in part to suppress her emotions down into a dull and useful shape. This is the first time she sort of wishes they were fully functional.

As it is, she's pretty good at keeping herself squashed down even without them. No one would have survived being Dark Specter's favorite servant without that ability, especially with all of the competition. ]


Well, that sounds pretty miserable. Are you able to shut it off? Or is everything always loud?

[ Crowds like this must suck. You've got her sympathy, Cole, for what little that's worth from her. ]
goddessofruiningyourday: (Default)

un: Strife

[personal profile] goddessofruiningyourday 2025-03-16 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you, thank you, don't be stingy with the applause! I'm sure you've had your own share of success, probably, not that I recognize you but hey don't let anonymity keep you down!
whatchabuyin: (Default)

[personal profile] whatchabuyin 2025-03-16 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
[The closest reddish one he finds is in a pyramid shaped bottle with a red tinge, the liquid inside bright neon blue.]

Don't remember what it does. But- if ya got a little bauble or somethin', I'd take that.

[ooc: Drinking this potion causes the user to grow animal ears and/or a tail. Can be any domestic or mythical creature such as dog, cat, dragon, etc. Lasts for one day.]
whatchabuyin: (Default)

[personal profile] whatchabuyin 2025-03-16 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Frostbloom listens to that story. Betrayal and hurt, but not life-changing. That's fair enough trade.

Their hat bobs as they nod.]


Unfortunate. Hard to come back from that kinda thing. Potion's yours.
sod_off: (Spike 9)

Flower Power

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-03-16 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Hell of a thing to get sudden visions of. Wasn't his own, that was for sure. Spike could easily guess who's it was though, so he started looking once it faded. Quiet steps and easy strides, although he didn't hide his presence. Crouching down besides the duckling, long leather coat flaring out behind him.]

You remember where you are, Nugget? What's going on?

[There's a rough kind of gentleness to his voice.]
valle: (xx14)

[personal profile] valle 2025-03-16 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
( If Eleven had her attention before, she has laser focus now, after hearing that name. This is important. She knows this is something important, it must be — and that instinct in the back of Laura's mind is proven doubly correct when the other girl lifts her arm onto the table and reveals a number.

It's like Erik's. Similar, not the same, but close. Laura's hand curls around her wrist, holding it gently in place so that she can stare at it for a long, long second.

She's still holding it when she finally drags those eyes up again to meet Eleven's.
)

Before I was Laura, I was Twenty-Three.

( This girl has to meet Erik. She decides it immediately. All three of them were numbers once. Erik has been very good for Laura and to Laura. Maybe he'll be good for this girl, too. Eleven. El. Because this girl's friends call her that, the way Gabriela called her Laura. If that's what she picks, then that is her name. )