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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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toothaches: (nobody here but us books)

[personal profile] toothaches 2025-03-16 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
He doesn't know her. That means she's going to be so mad when she finds out about him. This is the first thought he has despite not really knowing where he is in time and space right now. His ears continue to ring from the punch and the music.

He thinks about that question. If he keeps attacking this guy, he's going to end up losing a tooth. "...No."

Maurice, at last, averts his eyes. The other dancers blur in his vision.
nightmarescenario: (0021)

[personal profile] nightmarescenario 2025-03-16 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
The item is intriguing, but it's also based in magic. Apparently blood magic at that. He's sure someone would find it an absolutely necessary piece to have on them at all times. Tony, however, does not.

"I'm gonna pass." It's not even the price that bothers him, he could find a memory he has no qualms about letting go. But he's already having to deal with enough magic, having it on him personally? He'd rather not.

He turns to walk away.
zanarkandian: (terror of the deep :D)

Re: the party

[personal profile] zanarkandian 2025-03-16 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Tidus was just vibing at this point, honestly. Whatever this was, it was better than just drifting around the Farplane forever. He was just sitting in front of his full plate, contemplating what to eat first, when he heard a familiar voice ring out.

"Rikku?"

He bounced right out of his seat and spun around, looking for a flash of blonde hair. Her voice had come from...this way! Off he went down the aisle, looking every which way.

"Over here!"
savingthrows: (009)

[personal profile] savingthrows 2025-03-16 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Bad things.

Eleven's hand twitches a little. Not flinching, not pulling away. After a moment, her grip on Laura's hand tightens, just a little. Eleven is not a very strong girl, nor does she really understand how to use physical parts of herself to be harsh. Not yet, anyway. Not on purpose. ]


Yes.

[ She's not supposed to tell people. Hopper was very clear.

But...

Hawkins Lab. Transigen Lab. Mexico City. Indiana. 011. 23.

It's me. I'm the monster. ]


I spy. I break.

[ Papa was proud. So was Kali. ]

I kill.
meforsaken: (- 81.)

[personal profile] meforsaken 2025-03-16 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
I feel similarly. I am myself, in all things.

[And yet,]

We're getting to that age where Thor and I sound more like Odin than ever before. I'm certain we sound like Freyja at times too, the stubbornness is merely more obvious.
nightmarescenario: (0017)

[personal profile] nightmarescenario 2025-03-16 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Can you?" he asks, having his own Steve Rogers as evidence that may not be the case (even if his current view of the man may be a little skewed).

"Because I expect them to either tell me nothing or to lie. I'll almost certainly have more success figuring it out on my own. Maybe with a little help from other me." That won't be confusing at all.
kirammans: (pic#17741880)

[personal profile] kirammans 2025-03-16 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Vi's rattled, but that's fine. She's not sure if she's appalled or relieved that she's here with her--both feelings can coexist, she supposes--but regardless, she takes a moment to embrace her.]

Not at all. But I've a better chance at figuring it out, now.

[She feels less insane with Vi by her side.]
tillimgone: (Shutting Down)

CW: Body Horror like descriptions

[personal profile] tillimgone 2025-03-16 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[He tries to buck and fight and headbutt Narciso before what he knows is coming. He's terrified, an animal cornered by a predator that's more than twice his size. Like a feisty stoat against a grizzly bear. But he tries, he doesn't care if he hurts himself, he does his best to slam his head into the fae's, to hurt him, make him bleed, something.

But he feels his mind's weak defenses crack and crumble. He makes a strangled, wounded sound as he feels the wash of heightened charm over his body, making his skin prickle. Before calm, seductive serenity takes over, he has enough mind to feel guilt - overwhelming guilt for betraying himself, for failing to keep his promise to Ivan, for-

And it's gone. The fight. His rational mind buckles and caves with a moan of relief to finally give into the fae King's overpowering charisma. He relaxes almost immediately and looks at Narciso with a flushed, embarrassed expression at their proximity.

The fae makes his heart continue to beat fast, but not for panic anymore, but for his adoration, the same kind he felt for Mizi.

That promise makes him shiver - in want of it or in fear he's not sure. Till has experience with kissing now, so he kisses back, needy and submissive, desirous for his king and the gifts he's surely about to bestow. It should terrify him and it will, he'll be horrified that his mind and potentially body have been fucked with again, that more weeds are growing in him. How they will sprout and root and alter him, scar him, leave him scrambling to find them and dig them out with his finger, rip them free even at the expense of himself.

For now, he kisses and wonders what blessings his King has for him this time.
]
sod_off: (Spike 5)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-03-16 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Well then.

Spike makes a soft snort, then shifts to get to his feet. Mind, he's also hauling the other up by his shirt collar again. Nor is he letting go as he drags the other off the dance floor. If they're going to talk, better to not be in the center of a crowd.
firings: ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ (16)

flower power

[personal profile] firings 2025-03-16 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ John's just about to approach the food table that's a little bit close to where the fae is pinning a boutonnière on Charles' lapel, when he stops in his tracks the moment he feels the dread.

And then, he sees the vision, eyes wide in obvious shock. He sees so many injustices being done to mutants that the flames on nearby candles begin to rise and grow, fueled by his increasing rage.

When the vision stops, and Charles approaches him with an apology, John takes a step back, brows creasing in obvious surprise and anger. ]


What the fuck? What the hell did I just - Why're those motherfuckers messing with mutants? [ He extends a hand, sucking in one of the flames from the candles and morphs it in a ball on his palm. John continues through gritted teeth, ] Who the freaking hell gave them the damn right?
kirammans: (pic#17744336)

[personal profile] kirammans 2025-03-16 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Cait watches her eat with some apprehension. Yet everyone else is merrily eating, so...

She picks one up for herself.]


I'd be happy if that were the strangest thing for today.
bitchmittens: (im breaking in)

[personal profile] bitchmittens 2025-03-16 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)

[Oh, oh. This is what's happening. Each and every time it does-this radical acceptance, this being wanted, it knocks Vi on her ass. Her arms come up and press tight around Caitlyn. As if she's Caitlyn's rock, somehow. An insane idea, and yet.]

I think you massively overestimate my usefulness, cupcake. [Her voice softens and drops,] I'm glad I found you, though. If we both have to be here.

toothaches: (oh god ew what)

[personal profile] toothaches 2025-03-16 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
While Maurice did expect Spike to (eventually) get off of him, he doesn't expect to be hauled upright. It was a reminder as to just how strong vampires could be. It reminded him of his scuffle with Horas in the junk yard.

His boots quickly cross one over the other in an attempt not to fall over as he is escorted from the festivities.

"H-hey! Lemme go! I don't wanna fight anymore!"
heavymetals: (1983 « rebuilding)

[personal profile] heavymetals 2025-03-16 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well, luckily Erik has neither interest nor reason to start a fight right now, and he's genuinely offering to help Hank. Not that there's any combination of words that he could use to assure Hank of this, but still. ]

It would seem so. The court rulers as well, though we're yet to really understand the full extent of their reach, or what might tie each of us to them.

[ But there must be something there, he imagines.

He keeps talking as he takes the quickest route to where Hank's quarters should be, each of the bedroom doors identified with a plaque with the names of the Adopted. It shouldn't take long for them to find Hank's among them. ]


We also don't know if there are other settlements, other kingdoms ruled by different species. There seems to be some sort of magical barrier stopping us from both seeing and going beyond a certain border surrounding their territory. [ He stops by one of the doors, gesturing to the plaque. ] Here you are.
fatalis: (pic#17724478)

[personal profile] fatalis 2025-03-16 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jayce nods, and he looks past Frostbloom again, looking a little harder at that mode of transport. ] Do you want to control where you go? I could try and help with that. [ Will he succeed? That's up in the air, but it would give him something else to do. ] I get it. There are some places I wouldn't want to go back to either.

[ Jayce turns the cup over in his hands. He sounds a little distant for a second. ] Good things. [ There are a lot, but those memories are harder to get to lately. Jayce finds one, though, and he smiles as he traces the design on the cup with the pad of his thumb. ] We'd been up all night—my partner and I—trying to well, break a law of physics. [ He laughs. ] I was delirious and he was on his third pot of coffee and I switched some numbers around as a joke? And it worked. [ It was such a small moment, but those were his favorite. The thrill of discovery, the relief of getting something to actually work. Jayce misses those simple joys. ] I think we slept for fourteen hours straight after that.

[ Lifting his gaze, he holds the cup up. ] Is that enough for this?
diana_abel: (Solemn)

[personal profile] diana_abel 2025-03-16 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"There's something to be said for being willing to work with people you don't like," she said. "It's hard for me, though. Mostly because the people I don't like are..." She trailed off, unsure of the right word. "Because a lot of them want to hurt me."

That list of names flashed through her mind again. Grandmother. Ursela. Jacob. Abe. Solomon.

...Adam.

But she wasn't going to talk about Adam. Not even with Selene.

"I never set out to make anyone dislike me. It just kinda happens."
sod_off: (Spike 4)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-03-16 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Glad to hear it." Spike mutters, letting him go. Doing so by shoving Maurice a bit as they get out of the fray. "You got a name?" Facing the other fully, head raised a bit and arms crossed. Not like an upset parent or authority figure, but more a defiant attitude.
hevenly: (Thor arms crossed)

iii.

[personal profile] hevenly 2025-03-16 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ These visions are particularly interesting, to Angela. Her own had been tragedy, rewitnessing Sera's death all over again. But knowing that it was a fae trick is enough to prompt her to ignore it.

This vision is much more amusing. ]


Quite a facelift for Mjolnir.

[ She may not have recognized this man as a version of her brother, but the hammer is a dead giveaway. ]

Well-met, Odinson.
sod_off: (Spike 14)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-03-16 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Dunno. Seems like if they want to hurt you" And do. "That's a pretty good reason to not wanna work with them. We've barely known each other a month, and I already know you're a lover, not a fighter, Diana." It's said with rough gentleness. Not going to judge her or fault her for it. Some people were just like that.

"Can't imagine disliking you, honestly. Even if you piss me off at some point, can't see it."
incant: ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ (34)

chance at a dance-ish, kinda, sorta

[personal profile] incant 2025-03-16 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Billy's standing on the outskirts of the dance floor, having had a dance with his boyfriend earlier, when he approaches Charles and receives that comment. ]

Oh no, I'm not gonna ask you to dance. [ He offers a sympathetic look. ]

Sorry to hear about your legs, though. Was it an accident? [ Or a longterm illness? Thing is, though, this man seems a bit familiar to him somehow, but Billy can't quite place why. ]
villr: (pic#16434246)

— the party 👀

[personal profile] villr 2025-03-16 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ And Sylvie thought she had an insatiable appetite. She eyes him going wild for the pancakes, deciding quite magnanimously that sticking things into the maple fountain is a good idea. Sylvie, however, is skewering hot dogs and shoving them in — which probably wasn't intended, but. Well. Here we are.

She's tearing off a sticky piece with her teeth and chewing contemplatively when she finally speaks. ]
It's not bad. [ With the ketchup, Sylvie? Did you need to? ] You should try it with these.
kirammans: (pic#17741897)

[personal profile] kirammans 2025-03-16 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[How can any of this be? Cait listens, and watches Jayce with a crease in her brow and a frown on her lips. She's known him long enough to tell something has irrevocably changed since he was gone, and whatever is happening now isn't helping.]

You're really awful at them, actually.

[Her own attempt at dry humor.]

At least we're stuck together. You'll tell me what you've been up to?
opheliac: ✖ palpo (pic#17702491)

[personal profile] opheliac 2025-03-16 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
its me, janna. ive traveled far and wide and my winds are weary!!!
brandingproblem: (I know my time is coming)

[personal profile] brandingproblem 2025-03-16 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[And the boy-king is beautiful. As gorgeous as the balmiest day of spring. A picnic day. The sun out, a light breeze, everything in bloom. Not too hot. Just right.

Just right.

Clint tips his head against against the light touch to his face. Warm. Cozy. Beloved.

His eyes flutter for a moment against that thought, because that can't be right, that's not the kind of thing he thinks about--there's a crease between his brows. The sensation like his legs want to move. That he needs to leave. Something amiss. Something wrong. A sound in his head that's a distant alarm, but it also sounds like birds singing. Like he could lay under a broad tree and sleep there, wrapped in this feeling, blanketed by this person. Something is briefly at odds inside him.]
I don't want to be--

[Adopted. He was going to say something about that. But there's a bright wave of that warmth and flowery air that settles things, dulls the rattling alarm to dove coos. Did he want to leave, before? He feels like he could sway in a breeze. Doesn't, firmly rooted, still in the way that his body is used to, save for the tilt into the touch. But could.

How does he want to be cherished? Yes, this springtime-made-person is beautiful, and his voice is low and soft and provocative. If he's honest, if he's very honest right in this moment, the answer perhaps surprises the both of them:]
Home with my family. Cherished by my wife. Lay out in the field under the tree with her. [He doesn't think it's the intended answer. Must be all the dazzling sun in his eyes.]
sonicstriker: @tomwaits (smile 2)

[personal profile] sonicstriker 2025-03-16 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Traveling merchant? Always a fan.

[ She gives her best "welcome to the bar" smile, which really has become "charm whoever they need help from." It's...been awhile since she's been behind a bar.

And she's been on the road long enough to know supplies and potions are always good to have in her back pocket.
]

Are you up for a trade? I'm new here.