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Test Drive Meme #2

TDM #2 - March/April 2025

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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.

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And I assume that such a gift was not appreciated.

Patience has never been Angela's strong suit. One might think she would have learned the lesson that waiting can pay off more than rashness, given her prolonged age. And yet, more often than not, beheading the ruler of the alien species keeping her prisoner had been an efficient enough method to get her way.

She huffs, but ultimately she has no real choice but to bide her time, does she? She's already tried attacking the Lawspeaker directly, only to be immediately rebuffed.

"Perhaps," she agrees, although it's clear from her tone she doesn't like that plan.

She glances towards the girl once more, and lowers her voice so that she won't be overheard.

"If you do see an opportunity to strike... I will happily lend my aid again to that effort."

[Caution? Who's she? Something reserved for people with better self-preservation and less food insecurity than Vi. She saw the food, and she went for it. It's so much, and so much of it fancy, buffet-style... It would be too much effort and to so little payoff to poison all of the food, surely. She has a piled-high plate and is heavily focused on anything meat and all the sweets.]

[Jinx must be too distracted to look at her, and Vi herself absolutely isn't looking at who is near her at all until a familiar voice cuts through her mind like a spear of ice. She fumbles her plate and it winds up on the buffet table as she whirls, eyes wide.]

Sis?

"But that's so-!" And it is now when they realize that is precisely Steve's plan and they sigh, thoroughly frustrated.

"... boring."

Loki is many things, but patient is not near the top of that list. They could be patient when it came to their thoroughly planned mischief, where waiting almost became part of the fun, like the rise of a rollercoaster before the drop. This, though, this is just boring.

"For the record, it's actually quite evil of you to deny me of my fun."

Spike shifts his posture, but not to let up. That punch hasn't come yet, as this is fun. His head tilted, and he's still got that smug look on his face. "Give the boy a prize. Any other questions before I hit you?"

That blunt approach would fit in quite well in Dark Specter's court. Monsters, as an over-all category of species, were not usually the most patient creatures. And the other kidnapped human children had taken more after their hosts than Astronema had.

Or perhaps she had just been fortunate to be given to Ecliptor to raise, and not another.

"If there's time, I will be sure to let you know," Astronema says, making no actual promises. But hey, maybe she'll need some extra muscle for whatever she decides to do? It's good to know there's options.

"Regardless, I have nowhere else to be at present," she continues more conversationally, turning her attention back to Angela. "Do you?"

"It's okay. It's not your fault."

Billy continues to behold him in his gaze, but as the romantic music begins to wind down, he's also starting to pick out some slight oddities. For one, Teddy looks older than he remembers, if not also completely in his green form while wearing this king regalia he has not seen his boyfriend wear.

This makes Billy blink a couple of times, as the realization that the fae might be tricking him starts to dawn on him a little.

"But Teddy... you're real, right? I'm not dreaming?" His voice begins to shake a bit, his eyes searching his beloved for some answers.

[Height and blue hair certainly do her no favors, though the Fae among the party might make it a little easier for her to blend in than usual with all their colorful selves and wildly varying sizes, but Caitlyn's overall awkwardness still does her in. Vi is standing still, watching the dancing with distracted curiosity, and is easier to ignore with her hood up and her stillness. For once.]

[That stillness doesn't last when she notices Caitlyn trying to slink away. She moves quickly, with economy of motion, weaving around other Adopted and Fae, doing a small vault over a bench and lands next to the escaping woman. Despite the desperation in her movement, Vi's voice is small, cracked, unsure.]

Caitlyn?

Business settled, Angela offers both a smile and her arm for the girl to take.

"While there are places I would rather be, this party will have to do for now. We could at least entertain ourselves."

Well, what an interesting turn of events. Astronema tips her head to the side a little, then shrugs a shoulder and steps in, hooking her arm through Angela's.

Why not.

"I suppose there is that. Angela, you said? My name is Astronema."

"Astronema. A pleasure."

Angela already has a soft spot for younger girls, as she often sees something of herself in them. But a girl with the strength and cunning that Astronema clearly has? Yes, Angela is already quite fond of her.

[The least she can do is listen. She'd never known him to lie, and she wants to believe that this being before is still Viktor in some way. She wants to operate as if he's being honest.]

Jayce... [He hadn't gone into great detail about what happened when he was--gone, but mention of him now makes her stomach flip with nerves.] Do you mean he's here?

[She doesn't think being from his future gives her much more knowledge. She had acted on faith in Jayce, in what he'd said needed to be done. If he's here, and Viktor is still standing...

Cait rubs her temple.]

Not quite helping with the confusion.

You know him?

[ Yeah, sorry, your bestie's making himself well known around here. Billy nodded his assent and got back up to help him with the suit. ]

Sure I can, but...this isn't an actual Ranger uniform from a morpher? Just a costume?

I've yet to take up DJing as one of my many extraneous skills, perhaps at the next party.

[Everyone will love their mix of Daft Punk, musicals, and sad girl indie!]

The Adopted may still give you pause, I'll warn you, but most of them seem to be receptive to learning.

[They wait a moment, the only polite thing about what they're going to do next.]

So. Your reaction to being compared to Freyja, that was rather interesting. There's more there, I presume.

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[ Sad girl indie? Add some acoustic folk and Angela's in.

Her expression hardens somewhat at Loki's shift in the conversation, but she will allow it. ]

I spoke with Mother not long ago. Shortly before waking up here, in fact.

[Were they in person Genesis might well have started answering about how it really was a perfect gift and it was clearly held in a place of honor. All of that before realizing who spoke. But no. Not in text. Where he can read the words a number of times first.]

Where are you?

[The thud of someone suddenly beside her makes Cait whirl around, tense and ready to fight despite the general mirth of the party. It takes her a moment to clock the hair, the face, the familiarity.]

Vi?

[How is she here? If this is a hallucination of some sort, if she's in reality bleeding out in Piltover, this would make sense. She imagines Vi would be one of the face's she'd see, but...

It seems so real. Cait puts her hands on Vi's shoulders. Solid. Real?]

Okay, so that was a 'I remember who you are just fine'. Which honestly was not his first option. All he wanted was his sister back--and this? Whatever this was? Was not his sister. At least it wasnt the part of his sister he wanted. If she was going to be murderous could it be on his side?

For a brief moment, Andros stood still, wondering what would happen if he just. Didn't. Would she stop? Would he die? And then his instincts kicked in and he rolled and dodged, well, as best as he could in a party full of people.

"So that's a no on the food then."

"Not like that would work either," Loki says with a shrug, stating the obvious out loud. They can have hope, yes, but there's a limit to that too.

"Anyways, now I can hoist off all that family drama onto you. No need for me to be involved anymore!"

They really, really want to be involved and to have a little friend group here.

[ Hank had caught sight of the curious figure from across the room, not quite sure what— or who— he was looking at. That's what leads him to approach, although now that he's at the metal being's table, he's not quite sure what to do or say. ]

Oh, uh, no... [ Hank peers around at the bowl of coins on the table. ]

That's, ah... Not really my idea of a snack.

[ But now he feels embarrassed for staring. This being, whatever he is, seems to be sentient. So, Hank offers his hand for a shake. ]

I'm Hank. Dr. Hank McCoy.

And? A real heart-to-heart, I take it?

[Obviously there's no way they're letting her leave it at that.]

I was with Thor before waking up here, but I doubt mentioning him would have worked on me.

[ As much as she trusts Loki, Angela knows she can't go into details about why she had gone to Svartalfheim, both for Loki's safety, and for that of the Vridai. ]

It was... a more encouraging conversation than I had anticipated.

This time around, Rikku is way more prepared for the party. She's mingling, she's dancing, and she's definitely reading all the signs on the food before digging in.

She's just stuffed a pastry into her mouth when she spots a familiar mop of blond hair, and piercing blue eyes, and rumo cred, it can't be! Before she's even chewed and swallowed, Rikku is running over towards him, waving her arms, eyes and general body language alarmed and excited all at once. When she finally manages to swallow her food and get some air into her lungs, she practically yells:

"TIDUS?!?!? IS THAT YOU??"

[ The flowers are pretty. Eleven has seen them on some people's wrists, or on their clothes. She approaches carefully, tentatively. There's a part of her that's like a traumatized magpie; always drawn to something pretty and shiny. Not to build a nest, but because it's something she never got to have. She envies it and covets it.

She got to have a pretty pink dress and a blonde wig, once, and she felt normal. it was not real, just like the ill-fitting, 80s grunge look that Kali put her own. Nice things sit on her like costumes, like lies. At least, that's how she feels right now.

But the flowers... they're pretty. Perhaps she can take them, and put them on her wrist. Hide the number, avoid the questions. Feel... pretty. Normal. Like she belongs in this place in which nobody belongs.

A hand... clamps down on her wrist.

It's not Frank's fault, of course. He saw a hand creep towards the flowers out of the corner of his eyes, and his instinct was to protect. It's not his fault that he realizes about a split second too late that he clamps down on a wrist that's too small, too slender. Under his fingers, Eleven's pulse jackrabbits, immediately going fast and hard.

Hopper tells her not to be stupid, and she is stupid. She eats the food and gets tricked, and she reaches for a pretty flower and she is caught.

She feels the grabbing hands viscerally on her bone thin arms and wrists and legs like it was recent. Even Hopper, when he is loud. Even Kali, when she wants to see murder. ]

NO---!

[ It comes from between clenched teeth, so shrill and sharp that it sounds like it must have hurt her throat, and she yanks her arm, tries to pull away. She cannot push him with her mind, cannot break him away from her, her line of defence down because of how much closing the Gate took out of her, and that means her reaction is sharp with fear and helpless anger. ]

Spike's words meld with the music and Maurice doesn't answer at first. He's looking over Spike's features as well as he can in his state. He's not familiar...and he's never met anyone in person with the older vampire's accent.

He's finally starting to feel that first punch. Ough. "D'you know Charlie?"

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