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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.
party idk even what canonpoint im picking fuck it we ball
[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?
DRIBBLE DRIBBLE THAT BALL, CUZ.
the teenager abruptly stands from her seat, the chair tumbles and crashes onto the soil as she hastily scrambles to collect her weapons. they can't be here together, she has to get away from her before vi's happiness gets tainted again. but where can she go? how can she book it when she doesn't know where she is herself? maybe that didn't matter (for now), what's important is to create distance — so off her little sister goes, marching quickly while weaving through the crowd who are refusing to step out of her way.]
/fumbles it
[She's... walking away.]
[She's walking away?????]
[Vi is frozen longer than she means to be, rooted to the spot. Is she hallucinating? Is this a trick of the Fae? or her own mind? Is this whole thing some kind of death delusion, or is she currently choking to death on the Grey?]
Wait-!
[She stumbles on the first step before getting her stride. The name she tries to call out gets choked on instead. Vi picks up speed, pushing people out of her way if she has to to catch up.]
J-Jinx!!
[She fights to make herself say the name, reaching out for a spindly shoulder.]
damn, daniel. learn 2 do better. you're embarrassing me.
Stay away from me, Vi! You...You shouldn't be here. You should be back home with Cait. We can't... be here together like this.
im back at it again w the white vans
[Vi feels her heart plummet downward, out of her body and into the dirt. It hurts, physically, as bad as any actual injury she's ever sustained, and her fingers curl in, then her arm, and she cradles it to her chest like it's been burned. She doesn't step away, though.]
What... what are you talking about? I don't think I could leave if I tried, but I wouldn't, not without you!
[The hair... Vi saw it so briefly, and with that pointy hood in the way, but it has to be what Jinx had during... during that fight. Vi leans forward, wanting to take another step, but doesn't.]
Please. Please don't leave me. [Her voice cracks, and goddamnit she feels the tears forming.] I... I know I don't deserve to ask for that, not really, but. Please. Jinx.
[This time there is no hesitation with the new name, just Vi starting to shake as she remembers being locked back in that cell, being left being alone, in a cage, again, and then she's seeing Jinx falling, the explosion.]
[Her eyes are glazed over and tears streak hot down her face.] Don't.
awww sheeeettt.
everything in her mind is telling her to just make a break for it, to rip off the band-aid and high tail it out of here. but her body feels so heavy, and the weight of it is pressing against her heart, too. and soon, the blunette finds her arms shifting on their own — both hands reaching to bowl each side of her sister's cheek. she thumbs away her teardrops while her pinks searches through her silvery blues. and when her baby sister speaks again, her voice is hushed but warm and gentle.]
You and those puppy dog eyes. ... What am I supposed to do when you use them on me, huh?
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[Unhelpfully, any look of pain that crosses Jinx's face only opens the floodgates more, rubs the already bleeding wound inside of Vi even more raw. Even now, begging her to stay and begging her to give Vi another chance, Vi is hurting her. Letting her down. Being a failure of a big sister.]
[Her eyes have turned downward, looking at Jinx's shoes instead, so she gasps in surprise when hands frame her face, narrow but strong, smelling vaguely of machine grease and nail polish. Vi hiccups and blinks, trying to clear her vision so she can see. Those unbelievable pink eyes meet her blurry gaze and she has the half-drunk thought that she never really learned why or how. Not that it matters.]
[She coughs out a damp laugh, lifting her wrapped hands to cover Jinx's, holding them against her face, then reaching for her arms, stepping in closer.]
Stay with me. Give- give me another chance.
[Then her hands are on Jinx's shoulders, and she's pulling, gently, still so scared that her sister might spook and bolt, but if she has to fight off the urge to hug her for a moment longer, Vi is going to simply fall apart at the seams. More than she already is, and fuck if she doesn't feel like she's the blubbering baby sister this time. Just one more way in which she has failed, now needing Jinx to comfort her.]
Don't leave me alone again. Please.
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jinx thinks of isha, and what she would suggest she should do in her shoes. ... she would want them both to be happy, to find some peace. but will there be peace if she existed? her omen might allow it for a short while, but can either of them stomach another heartache? the baby sister exhales out a slow sigh, somewhat defeated yet plants a tiny kiss on vi's forehead. maybe doing this will ease the pain just a touch.]
Let's... take it one day at a time.
[it's not a "yes" and it's not a "no". but if she takes a minute to contemplate, they are in a strange mystical world so far away from runeterra all together. and until they figure out what the hell is going on, maybe the best thing to do is for them to stick together.]
Find a place to crash, wash up, rest, and finding something better to eat. I don't trust this food more than I can throw it. ... Sound okay, sis?
[yes, the roles are very reversed right now, except... maybe not so much. in zaun or not, she is still the symbol of their people. and her sister is a part of that, and as long as there are zaunties here (one or more), she has a duty to be their guardian — in some shape or form.]