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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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earlylight: constancy, jest (southernwood)

II.

[personal profile] earlylight 2025-03-16 01:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Tifa! {Aerith claps her hands together giddily and steps up to the other woman lightly. She is all smiles as she reaches for Tifa's hands.}

Have you saved a dance for me?
bestials: (XMFC 052)

[personal profile] bestials 2025-03-16 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Hank had some bad luck with his first boutonniere. The carnations had shown him a traumatic vision of a future conversation he would someday have with Charles, apparently after Raven's death. The entire thing made present-Hank so upset, it had been hard to calm himself down enough not to blow through the serum still in his system keeping his appearance normal. He knows it's a limited resource, here, so he wants it to last as long as possible, if he can.

In any case, he's having much better luck with his new dahlia boutonniere. But, as he catches the eye of a tall, strong looking green woman, waving at him from across the party, he can't help but wonder if he's betraying Raven by waving back.

... But Raven made her inventions clear last night, didn't she? And besides. It's only a wave. What harm could a wave do? ]
microbrobotics: (tremor)

[personal profile] microbrobotics 2025-03-16 01:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Shhhhh let him pretend for a moment. It's not gonna take him that long to realize there's zero point in keeping secrets here, but he's a little cagey still. Even with his brother. Especially with his brother. ]

Yeah, it's kinda nuts. I think she ended up on some kinda extreme cooking competition show for a while.

[ Skipping RIGHt past that,

He swallows thickly. ]


You - uh - graduated. By the way. So did all of your friends. I've got your diploma in my room.
tadeadshi: (86)

[personal profile] tadeadshi 2025-03-16 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Amazing. She finally found her calling.

[He of course notices that happens after he's gone. Good things came out of it he supposes. But hearing that-

He swallows thickly himself, not quite able to meet Hiro's eyes for a moment but forces himself to hold his gaze.]


Really?
gingerwort: (Hands on Hips)

[personal profile] gingerwort 2025-03-16 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Assan and Davrin share a look. "He's not a pet," Davrin says quickly so the griffon won't be offended. "He's a partner."

Assan sits up straight and makes himself look regal. "This is Assan." He gestures to the griffon.

Of course he'd come to a party and have no chance of hiding on the edges when he's got Assan with him. The griffon always attracts attention. He is cute and it's hard to deny that.
microbrobotics: (tearful silence)

[personal profile] microbrobotics 2025-03-16 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A shaky little nod. He's tearing up again. ]

I had to give a speech and everything. We had the ceremony out in front of the new Tadashi Hamada Hall.
gingerwort: (Profile)

[personal profile] gingerwort 2025-03-16 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't think any one of us are." Assan makes a sound very much like an indignant huff to show his agreement. He has his person and it is Davrin. He does not want to be adopted.

"I take it you're just as new to this as I am?" He's curious if she can tell him more about this place or not. Davrin has questions. Most of them are why.
a_keyhole: (Suit)

[personal profile] a_keyhole 2025-03-16 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)
There's too much speculation and not enough evidence right now.

[ A fact that is deeply frustrating to Stephen. He wants to know more to have a full picture of what's going on here. ]

We are still at their mercy because they know everything and we don't.
vintagecaptain: ([cap] hand on hip)

[personal profile] vintagecaptain 2025-03-16 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Steve huffs. "I can talk to people without throwing a punch."

Look, he knows he's got a reputation for fighting everything but he can resist the urge and use his words. He'd appreciate a little trust but then again this guy is a stranger. He hasn't earned that.

"So you're not talking to them to find a way out because?" he asks, a little curious.
vintagecaptain: ([steve] look away)

[personal profile] vintagecaptain 2025-03-16 02:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't want to start a fight with you," Steve says patiently. "And I'm not stupid enough to think if I take one step to the left you're not going to move with me."

Did everyone think he solved all his problems with punches? He is more than just super soldier muscle. What sort of reputation did he have in other universes?

"Believe it or not, I can be patient." If he doesn't talk to them now, he'll wait for another chance. Loki will get bored eventually. Steve's pretty sure he can outlast him on the patience front.
vintagecaptain: ([steve] disappointed)

[personal profile] vintagecaptain 2025-03-16 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"What?" Steve frowns at Tony. "I'm not going to punch you."

They weren't fighting each other any more. Steve wants to keep it that way. Besides, it feels a little weird to punch a dead man who he deeply respects.

"You're a perfectly capable fighter without your armor." He knows how much Tony trains. He doesn't think he needs the magic to protect himself, especially magical gifts given by the people who kidnapped them.
amurderofcrow: (pic#17246170)

[personal profile] amurderofcrow 2025-03-16 02:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Akechi's hesitation is minute. What would she do with that name? Would she keep the feeling of his connection or would it simply cease to exist? Would this come back to bite him in the ass later on?

Probably.

Still, Akechi does as instructed, pressing his gloved palms to Sahar's, his eyes as intense as ever as he refuses to look away from the woman's gaze for even a moment. Isn't it funny? He never would have even considered trusting the woman with something like this two months ago, but add in an attempt on her life and somehow Akechi feels confidence in coming to her with this.]


I hereby grant the Duchess of Dawn, Sahar, the ability to use my name as she sees fit. I will be known as Goro Akechi, now and forever more.
vintagecaptain: ([cap] beard)

[personal profile] vintagecaptain 2025-03-16 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Uh, no thank you." Steve takes his hand back with a polite smile. "I don't dance."

He especially doesn't dance with strangers in a weird magical land where he's been kidnapped. He's saving that first dance for someone special.

"Nothing personal," he says trying to smooth over any hurt feelings. It's just... he doesn't dance with strangers.
tadeadshi: (25)

[personal profile] tadeadshi 2025-03-16 02:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hey. Hey, what the fuck? Is up? Hiro, that's illegal, you can't drop words like that on him.

He'd already been teary eyed beore when they hugged, but now he's definitely getting teary eyed again.]


That, uh. That's... really something.
microbrobotics: (satisfied with his care)

[personal profile] microbrobotics 2025-03-16 02:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Y-yeah. Krei had it rebuilt after ... you know ...

[ The previous one BURNED TO THE GROUND.

Hiro tries to say something else, but he's too choked up about it now. he just leans in for another hug, slower but tighter this time. ]
steepwithdead: (248)

[personal profile] steepwithdead 2025-03-16 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Hmm... well, depending on the kind of giant, they tend to run about 15-25 feet tall.
tadeadshi: (53)

[personal profile] tadeadshi 2025-03-16 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Tadashi is all in on that hug with a loud sniffle as he wraps his arms around his little brother.

That's so much to hear. They named a fucking building after him and gave him a memorial diploma. What the hell.]
terrorisms: (dds2tr1_0073)

Frank Castle | MCU

[personal profile] terrorisms 2025-03-16 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)
πš˜πš—πšŽ πš‹πšŠπšπšŒπš‘
( a party; )

( He wakes up at a party, and for a wild second, he's not entirely sure he is awake. The whole thing is dreamlike, surreal, unbelievable. People look like stuff he's only seen on television, in the news, distant from the kind of thing a street-level guy like himself typically sees. He doesn't trust the food, but what gets him is the goddamn hoarseness of his throat, scraped raw and jagged like it normally is when he first wakes up. He drinks something after a long, paranoid round of testing to make sure it isn't drugged β€” and he'll only find out later how hard he screwed himself there.

In the meantime, he stalks the party like some kind of predator cat. Studying people silently, grimly circulating around the outskirts to observe the population of people that seem equally as confused as he is. Equally as lost, equally as wary. Victims like himself, all watched over by the obviously inhuman locals he's had his eye on from the jump. He'll get to them eventually, too β€” he wants to understand first. Figure out what he's up against before he makes a move.

In the meantime, he'll look for someone else that happens to be on the outskirts, someone he can approach without drawing much attention to himself. Hands stuffed in his pockets, hood up to cover close-cropped hair. He'll greet them with a jerky upward nod, and a lilting accent that speaks of New York.
)

Hey. You new here? What do you make of all this?


𝚝𝚠𝚘 πš‹πšŠπšπšŒπš‘
( floral arrangements; )

( They keep pushing him over here, they keep insisting. He's been spotting them on everyone; wrists and lapels, whatever. There must be something to them, then, but he hasn't put together what exactly it is. Just that it's something. Some kind of magic, maybe, based on the way this whole place seems to work? But magic that does what? Why the hell do they want him to wear one of these things so badly?

His fingers trail lightly over the options, gingerly and delicately brushing petals. Trying not to let himself be thrown back a million years to a vision of himself in his dress blues; Maria in a gown. Her laughter, the bouquet she threw, the arrangements on the tables. One after another he touches them, until finally they land, and he chooses.

Dealer's choice:

Rose; β€” Afghanistan; a place called Kandahar. A prisoner strung up by the wrists. Frank watches on along with a circle of other marines, their faces covered in black masks as the man in charge interrogates the pleading man speaking Pashto, desperate, begging. And when the instruction comes, he doesn't hesitate to step forward with his service pistol and pull the trigger. They take the bullet out of the body when they bury it.

Orchid; β€” violence and trauma; Central Park. A carousel. Children laughing; a beautiful smiling woman. A hail of gunfire. Blood spatter. An entire family wiped out over agonizing, painful seconds β€” and then a sharp pain in his own head, followed by blackness.

Neither; β€” he'll clamp a hand down on the wrist of a person next to him reaching out for a flower, stiling them before they make contact. When he's sure they're not going to keep reaching, he releases them slowly, holding his hands up like a surrender.
)

Sorry, but uh- I don't think you're gonna wanna do that.


πš™πšŽπš—πš—πš’
( one strong breeze from homicide; )

( He's been around this party for a while by the time the Lawspeaker stands up to make her address. Met people. Met kids that can't be older than- what, twelve, thirteen? Taking him would be enough to warrant violence once the news is delivered, but stealing kids? Ripping them away from their homes, away from their parents? Kidnapping?

Yeah, no. That's more than enough. That's the line. He doesn't need a gun; it'd be easier, but he can do this with his own two hands and the god damn serving knives they passed out on the tables to go with dinner. He's got one of those in his hand too fast, and she'll be able to recognize that look on his face as he steps forward.

He's gonna kill them. He's gonna kill every single one of those fae sons of bitches, or he's gonna get himself killed trying. The only thing that stops him is a woman with blonde hair intervening; but feel fee to catch him after Karen deescalates him from the murder attempts.
)


πšπš’πš–πšŽ
( geis; )

ᴜɴ: α΄„α΄€sα΄›ΚŸα΄‡
I got a gift for you right here, matter of fact. How 'bout you swing by and pick it up sometime?


πš πš’πš•πšπšŒπšŠπš›πš
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Edited 2025-03-16 14:33 (UTC)
microbrobotics: (rubbing away the tears)

[personal profile] microbrobotics 2025-03-16 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sorry bro, this is probably going to keep happening. All the little ways that the entire community responded to the loss of someone like Tadashi.

He just lets himself have another little cry, as a treat. ]


Professor Granville l-let me keep your lab. Even though freshmen don't usually get private labs. S-she checks in on me a lot. Everyone does. We all ...

[ Smaller, barely above a whisper. ]

We all miss you.
cryptsleeper: <user name="malagraphic"> (N: Hair braiding)

watch this become a bat measuring contest

[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2025-03-16 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Usually two or three dozen in my case, yes.
tadeadshi: hxneylemon @ tumblr (09)

[personal profile] tadeadshi 2025-03-16 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[He listens, lets Hiro talk. And gives him a gentle squeeze.]

...Miss you guys too. I'm sorry.
microbrobotics: (space the final frontier [suit])

[personal profile] microbrobotics 2025-03-16 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That gets a shaky laugh. ]

You're gonna be even more sorry. I've got a year and a half of things I did w-without your supervision and I'm gonna tell you about all of it.
microbrobotics: (skepticism)

[personal profile] microbrobotics 2025-03-16 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Hang on, picturing that. ]

Whoa. How does that work? Do they have breathing problems? Like, surface area has to start being a problem at that scale, plus the fluid dynamics of a cardiovascular system if you've still only got one heart -
tadeadshi: hxneylemon @ tumblr (13)

[personal profile] tadeadshi 2025-03-16 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, good. You better tell me because I've got a year and a half of payback to get you for it all then.
microbrobotics: (all stuffed with fluff)

[personal profile] microbrobotics 2025-03-16 02:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Gonna have to catch up fast then.

[ Where the heck DOES he start. Is this where he mentions the superheroing. Maybe.

He detaches again, snagging that fallen magnet glove and tossing it Tadashi's way. ]