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pixieledmemes2025-03-15 08:32 am
Test Drive Meme #2
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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.
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.
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.
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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could be more. we just don't know if they all died
hey, i'm getting tired of typing. you here in this lame party?
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I'm over by the obnoxiously large punch bowl. You can't miss me. I'm the guy stuck in his pajamas.
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Taken aback, he rubs his eyes with one hand, almost swiping away his carnation boutonnière. He hasn't seen his vision of the future yet. Maybe later. Right now, he's just a little stunned by what he saw. ]
Who the - How do you know Xavier? That's him, right? Bald, in a wheelchair, but looking like he's the same age as boss daddy? The fuck's going on?
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Boss d--? What? [ This guy must be a mutant if he knows Charles, right? But he seems just as confused as Hank does. ]
I don't know why Charles is bald. Who... Who are you?
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Holy shit, could it be?
He squints at Hank, giving him a good once-over in palpable disbelief. ]
Wait, you're- Dr. McCoy? You've got to be fucking kidding me. [ John squints some more. ] You're not blue?
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Look, keep your voice down, okay?
[ Once he's relatively sure they're not being listened in on, he lets go. ]
Let's start with names, how about that? You obviously know mine already.
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That's the first and last time I'm gonna let you do that or else I'm gonna burn you.
[ The warning's said in a forbidding tone, followed by a scoff, as he pulls out his lighter. ]
John. You're old when I'm from. Some doctor or shit and teaches at the Institute. Pals with Baldy and the other nerd teachers there.
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Look, I'm sorry. But there's a reason I don't go around blue and furry all the time, especially in mixed company. [ He shoots a nervous glance back at the rest of the party.
But, quickly enough, his attention turns back to John. ]
So, you're a student of ours? Logan said we opened the school up again, but I didn't know whether to believe him.
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Logan's right. I was one of your students, yeah. Or, will be since you're also young.
[ Fucking time shenanigans. John's getting sick of it. He gives Hank another once-over. ] How did you turn off the blue? Haven't seen you without it.
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It's, uh, it's thanks to this serum I developed. It suppresses my mutation, enough that I can look, um. Normal. It's actually a pretty clever application of genetic biochemistry, that took me years to develop. It works by—
[ John better cut him off here if he doesn't want to hear a long, boring science lecture, ]
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- Wait, what the hell? You created something so you can stop being a mutant?
[ That doesn't sit well with him, and it's clear by the way John's glare is back and in full force. The candles on the nearby table seem to glow even brighter. ]
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[ Although, it does change who he is a little bit, doesn't it? After all, look what the serum does to Charles...
He can't help but notice the growing flames on the candles, eyes narrowing nervously. ]
Let me guess. You're doing this? Your mutation's, what, fire related?
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[ John says with a pointed stare, his brows creasing even further, but he lets Hank off a little bit, not wanting to start a fight or anything (shocker!) even if he's terribly annoyed.
Following the other's gaze, he extends a hand to draw in some of the flames to his open palm, showing it to Hank. He nods. ]
I can manipulate fire. [ And as he tells him that, the flames spell H A N K ] Magneto's here, too, by the way. [ And the fire rearranges and spells E R I K ] You two close? 'Cause it feels like all the old men in my time know each other in the past.
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[ Logan had certainly told him enough, when he first burst his way into the manor. Hank has a hard time thinking of himself losing his self consciousness enough to want to walk around in his mutated form 24/7, but he won't lie, it's kind of... heartening, to hear that someday he gets to a position where he's okay with himself like that.
John's display with the fire is pretty impressive. Enough so that it almost distracts him from John's question.
Almost. ]
Me and Erik? Close?
[ He nearly chokes on a laugh. ]
I doubt Erik would ever say we were. But we know each other. We've, ah... worked together. [ And against each other, just as often. ]
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Worked together, huh? Or against each other? 'Cause you're a huge nerd.
[ Nerd for him means Hank's a goody two shoes, really. Extinguishing the ball of fire on his palm once he closes his hand, John shoves both of them in his pockets. ]
Why don't you like the blue? You're pretty fine with it. Taught classes with it. Went to public with it. [ A beat. ] You told us in a class we should be proud to be mutants.
[ He doesn't know why he's being civil to this version of Dr. McCoy when he had already left them before arriving here. But it hasn't been a day since, at least for him, when he did. He just chalks it up to familiarity, he supposes. ]
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Eh. A bit of both, really.
[ That's been his experience being a mutant, on the whole. There aren't enough of them around to completely consider each other enemies. And besides, Erik had been there at the beginning.
At John's further pressing, Hank just lets his gaze slip off into the middle distance, shaking his head sadly as he mutters Raven's words that have never left his mind. ]
Mutant and proud.
[ She's not wrong. It's just that it's harder to be proud of his mutation in some ways than in others. ]
We should be. I mean, I am. It's just... different, when it's a physical mutation.
[ Maybe the Hank McCoy of the future has reached a point where he can be proud of his appearance. Hank McCoy of the present isn't quite there yet. ]
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Why should it be different? [ He shrugs. ] The fur and the teeth look pretty badass.
[ He doesn't claim to know how having a physical mutation would be like, but John knows deep in his heart of hearts that he'd rock the whole thing. ]
You carry the whole look well when I'm from. Shouldn't bother you whatever else some losers might think.
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Let's just... agree to disagree, for now.
[ It's a moot point, anyway. He only has one more dose of the serum on him, so in another couple of days, he's going to have to walk around blue whether he wants to or not. ]
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Nerd. [ He rolls his eyes, before raising a brow at Hank. ]
So, how did Xavier lose all the hair? [ Clearly the most important question here. ]
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I-I-I don't know?! He still has hair where I'm from. When I'm from, whatever.
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When I'm from, he's like a shiny bowling ball.
[ A beat. ] You think it's all the mind messing? [ He's clearly just trolling to get some tea here. ]
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I doubt it. Charles has been using his mutation his whole life. [ The last few years notwithstanding. ] If his telepathy was going to contribute to hair loss, it would have happened by now.
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[ John shrugs, looking totally innocent and providing answers, as if he's not trolling at this point. He doesn't like the guy so he might as well make fun of him. ]
Must say he looks better with the hair. [ Probably the only genuine thing he'd compliment Charles on. ]
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It definitely looks better when he's taking care of it.
[ As opposed to his strung-out, unwashed look that he's been sporting back where (when) Hank comes from. ]
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He didn't? [ He snorts, then smirks a little. ]
Did he grow it out or something? Had some cringey ponytail?
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