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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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In fact, he makes a deliberate point of looking down.] Nope, still got mine on. Guess you need to crank up the charm more than you thought.
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It's like flexing a muscle he never knew he had. Like it was an ability he always had within him, waiting to be unlocked. He's used it enough he has a feeling for when it's going to work, and when brainwashing mode isn't quite in the right position. Which is... Good. Because when it was happening practically at random every time he opened his mouth? It was getting mildly annoying.
Now, though, he has somewhat better control. Somewhat. But, either way, when he inhales to speak, and it feels, tastes like a warm breeze on a spring afternoon, Tony knows he managed to switch it on. Fine, Clint wants to force him to prove it so damn bad? That's not on Tony. ]
Take off your pants. [ He orders with a chuckle, light and airy, like flowers blowing in the wind. His voice is sticky and sweet, intoxicating, like nectar to a bee. He'd never use this for evil, but to win an argument? No matter how minor and stupid and inconsequential? Oh hell yeah. ]
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Tony tells him what to do, and he doesn't even question it. It feels normal, natural. It almost feels like he wants to, even. His brain reads this as a continuation of the banter, the back and forth, reworks it as 'oh yeah? you want me to do it? fine, I'll do it, see what happens then'. Totally natural and normal behavior to just start kicking off his boots and wriggling out of his jeans. (He doesn't have anything silly or special or colorful on underneath. Kind of just trying to survive what was supposed to be a vacation with the kids, not something racy for the missus. Alas.)
It probably looks so fucking stupid when he kicks out of his pants and just stands there almost triumphant, fists on his hips.
At least he doesn't skip leg day?]
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Look, he's done worse, for sure, but it's not a great first impression to make.
So it's a quick succession of emotions to play out, from surprise to humiliation to confusion to--the sudden realization that Tony did something to him, literally charmed the pants off him, in a manner that reached inside his head and played with the dials and made him act unlike himself. Himself but to the left. Himself but with different influences guiding his hands.
It had been that way under Loki. He was himself, or whatever was piloting him was himself, but with his loyalties all mixed around. And while the space rock that got in his head had left him feeling cold, ice, winter, frozen, Tony had left him feeling warm, spring, light instead of dark, light instead of heavy. But it did the same thing, in the end.
Hard to know what emotion comes out on top when it comes to knowing a friend just did some form of quick and dirty brainwashing to prove a point, between horror and hurt and anger, picking and picking and picking at an old healed over wound. No, not even picking at, more like just putting his fingers right on in there to rip it open.
Like, jesus, that's how they even met, with Clint being the fuckup that tried to bring the whole party crashing down in a very literal sense. He doesn't even feel the slight chill of the dawn-breaking spring breeze on his legs because all of him feels cold at the realization.
Tony doesn't get to say what he was saying, because Clint doesn't even bother reaching for his pants, because he whips back a fist to launch like a snake bite across that smug face.]
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But still there's a brief flash of anger on his face before he realizes Oh Wait I Am A Huge Dick, Actually, and picks himself off the ground. He tongues at a tooth for a few seconds before he turns back to face Clint. ] Okay, I definitely deserved that, but- [ He holds the pants out a little closer, a peace offering. ]
No "but". [ He tries again a beat later. ] I'm just an asshole. [ It's not an apology exactly, but it's an effort. He's trying. ]
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He rips the pants out of Tony's hands.] You think? [He feels a little sick about it, honestly. But Tony's just an asshole. He's the smartest guy this side of Banner, and he's an asshole who doesn't think about things before doing them. God. What a welcome back from the dead conversation. Sullenly, still fuming, he starts tugging his god damn pants back on. If Tony gets to watch him strip, he gets to watch him dress again.]
Didn't think you were taking tips from Loki all of a sudden.
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But he does feel bad and weird about this, so. Queue a moment or two of awkward silence. ]
You'll probably be thrilled to know the Lokis aren't in my dorm. [ Ahem. ] So they don't get to- Do... That. [ Yeah, it's really just Tony who's the fucking asshole here. ] One of 'em's in Autumn, the other one's in Dark. [ A beat. ] Yes, there's two of them. [ Another beat. ] There's two-a me too, which has been- [ Chuckles. Let's all just move past this... ] Weird.
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[That's a lie. There are two Lokis, at least, and he's run into both of them. So, okay, two of Tony isn't so far-fetched. Clint finishes tugging his boots back on, and he still feels like he could kick Tony's entire playboy ass from here to Pluto and back.
Jesus. Just breathe for a second. He does just that. Stops, breathes. Rubs at his eyes and then holds up his fingers.]
Three things. One: is the other you an asshole too? Two: I don't know what Autumn and Dark means in this context. Three: you do not do that again.
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Two, they're our- [ Deep sigh as Tony tries to come up with a quick and easy explanation. ] We get sorted into two buckets, first off. Seelie and Unseelie. Seelie are the seasons, Unseelie are times of day. I'm in Spring. [ For another example. ] They're our Harry Potter houses, basically.
[ And as for three, Tony is not going to directly promise anything. Because it's got its uses, and he's going to do that again, but just- Maybe not to the guy with the prior experience in this particular area. But he will nod somewhat sheepishly. ] Yeah, got it.
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Other Tony's a similar asshole just without mind-talk powers. Hogwarts houses. (He has children. And has not otherwise lived under a rock.) A vague understanding/agreement to not use the power again that seems just vague enough to get by on not following through with it. Which is probably the best he's going to get out of Tony, honestly.]
I promise it's good to see you. Alive.
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