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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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I, uh... j-just... some of that food isn't agreeing with me. I don't think the Fae know about expiration dates.
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Don't think it was that. Hate to break it to you, but I saw what happened.
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...What did you see?
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Nothing, since you clearly don't want it.
[He'll forget he saw that, or keep it secret, or whatever. But she needs to know that it did happen, and others might've seen it too.]
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Ugh...! We're just... stupid... toys for these people! They're just sick freaks!
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[His tone is roughly gentle, and low. Letting her face go, as he puts his hands on his knees where he's crouched.]
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[ She keeps ripping the corsage apart until it's nothing but shredded petals, and lets the destroyed mess fall. Gods, it wasn't fair - if she was just stronger, had better magic... she clearly wishes she could do to the Fae - and to Aunt Magica - what she did to the corsage.
Just rip, and rip, and rip, and rip... ]
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Still, he let her get it all out, staying crouched and just being company.]
Still need an outlet, or you feel a bit better?
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... I don't want your pity. Or sympathy. This doesn't change things.
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[His tone was amused, although there was an edge to it.]
Did figure you might need a bit of help. But since you don't I'll just be on my way.
[Now Spike stood back up to his full height, dusting off some non-existent dust from his jeans.]
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[ And that wasn't entirely true. She needed Webby's help. She needed Webby's everything.
She needed Webby. ]
... and... anyone who helps me... just gets worse off. Don't bother.
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Not sure how much worse off we could get. I mean, dead maybe. Or tortured. But that wouldn't be anything new really. So if you really don't want someone to bother, good luck. Otherwise--well, we're all stuck here together right?
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[ It's the weakest snark she has. There's no bite to it. She just wants to curl up and hide. ]
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You're a terrible liar.
[Then drops back down into a crouch.]
Where's that spirit you showed before, huh? Cocky little bit that was levitating pastries at people's hair.
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What do you want from me? I just re-lived myself getting ripped apart and sent into another layer of reality, do you expect me to just - [ imitating his british accent ] - stiff upper lip, crumpet, and give us a sing-song?
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Do I look like one of the stiff-upper-lip nancy tribe to you? Why would I expect that from such a firecracker huh?
[Please, give Spike more credit than that.]
What I want, is to make sure you're going to be alright enough. I expect after what you just re-lived through--as you put it--to have knocked you off balance some. I'm here to help you get on balance again, if you want. If not, I can go away. No harm, no foul.
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But maybe you can find a way. A dark part of her whispers to her. One she'd been doing her best to ignore. Magica's voice. Find a way to bring her here and make her stay-
She shakes her head HARD to try and get rid of it. ]
... Unless you find help me find the way out of this stupid party, there's nothing you can do for me.
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[Spike answers, perhaps more flippant than necessary.]
Easy. You walk out of it. No one's making you stay. Now, it's outside. So the boundaries aren't defined real well, but you walk enough and you're out of the party. 's one of the things I did last party. After the lawspeaker crap.
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She won't look back. She can't. ]
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What do you want now?
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[Spike says it with a low chuckle that's only slightly snarky.]
Have it your way. Don't get eaten, Nugget.
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[ She picks up the pace, trying to get rid of him for good. ]
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