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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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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?
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Charles' expression softens, his own grief mingling with concern. ]
You shouldn't have had to see that. I'm so sorry.
[ He instinctively wants to soothe him, to press a wave of calm in his direction and reassure him. But his anger is entirely valid. It's the same as Charles' own, the same fury of witnessing mutants mutilated and murdered. The only difference is that Charles' emotions here are old and well-worn, oft retrod, but the teenager is witnessing this for the first time. ]
It was in the name of science, and a program that was designed to keep mutants in check. [ His tone is wry, bitter-- but gentle, still seeking to reassure. ] It was stopped, and justice was done for those mutants. It's a small consolation, but it's all I have.
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[ Because he knows there's no justice for what these motherfuckers did to his fellow mutants. If it's something humans have implemented, then that's not justice, but a mere tap on the wrist.
The fire on John's hand burns a bit brighter and, blinded by his rage, he doesn't recognize Charles at first. It takes a moment or two for him to place the image he has seen in Hank's vision to the man before him. It's now becoming clear as day. ]
Wait- You're... fucking Xavier, aren't you? [ The flames burn even brighter as he glares daggers at the other mutant. ]
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If he had the chance, Charles would reassure him. He'd say that the genocide machines their deaths contributed to had all been destroyed, the program discontinued, and its architect imprisoned. That was justice, as best as they were able to achieve, he'd say.
Privately, he doubts it. What could possibly make up for all those deaths? He doesn't even know how many mutants died at Trask's hands, doesn't know how many were treated like disposable lab rats. The thought of even one is intolerable; that it happened to many is an injustice that Charles suspects will never be made right. But he cannot say that.
He doesn't have the chance to say any of that, though, because the teenager bursts out with his name and a glare so powerful that Charles feels it, and oh, dear god. He's already trying to comprehend his future that Erik knows, and a potential future where he's sick and old and dying with Logan and Laura. And now another branch. ]
Ah, I see my reputation precedes me again. [ He chuckles, the glaring washing right off him like water off a duck's back. ] Yes, I'm Charles Xavier. I'm likely younger and more hirsute than you know me, as that seems to be the pattern I've been introduced to. And who might you be, young man?
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He doesn't know what to say, really. He never really liked the old man back in his own time. Telling him not to show off when he was clearly retaliating from being bullied. Pushing this idea of coexistence when it's obviously not possible for any of them when so many humans want them dead like the images he just saw.
He looks unimpressed as he fishes out his lighter from his pocket and begins playing with it. ]
You have hair. [ Is the only reply he gives for a while, not even bothering to answer that question. ] In my time, you're as shiny as a bowling ball. [ He rolls his eyes, before casting his gaze somewhere else, on some Adopted trying the food. ]
Name's John. [ He spits it out after a bit of a pause. ] Also a mutant, but I'm sure you already know that.
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There are any number of reasons that Charles could speculate at. Maybe his teaching style simply didn't gel with John. Maybe John finds his pacifism irritating, or maybe they're philosophically opposites. Or maybe he's just being a hormonal teenager, who knows? Maybe it's all of those things.
He chuckles into his cup of tea. ]
Yes, your impressive display with fire earlier certainly clued me in. [ Despite his own memories threatening to overwhelm, Charles had noticed how the candles had flared, how John had gathered the fire into his palm like it was no more than putty. ] It reacted to your emotional state; that must be difficult for you to control.
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Difficult? Fuck you. [ He scoffs, not missing a beat. ] If that was hard for me to control, you'd be ashes by now.
I was in control the whole time, Baldy. [ It doesn't if he has hair. He'll go with it. ] I'm not the one suddenly airing stupid visions and filling people with dread with their mind powers.
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You misunderstand me, John. A power that potentially volatile, getting slammed with that many emotions-- I'm impressed that all the candles did was flicker. Your control is exemplary.
[ Still, he'll take the insult on the chin. Charles sighs, unclips his orchid boutonnière, and gazes thoughtfully down at it. The memories had started not long after that had been pinned to his sweater. It seems ludicrous to link the two, but in a land like this, even the ludicrous may be possible. ]
You are right about the fact that I aired visions and filled people with dread with my mind powers, though. [ His expression takes on a rueful touch. ] I'm not entirely sure what caused that. My own control is usually excellent, too.
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Your own control is shit, just admit it. Not even someone like you is immune to these fucked up faeries.
[ He glances to the side, already sick of looking at this younger Charles, even if he admits he looks better with hair. ]
Figures they'd drag you here, too, after they dragged boss daddy. [ Looks back to Charles. ] You guys banging or something?
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Goodness, he really has earned John's ire, hasn't he? And he still doesn't even know how John knows him. It seems a touch unfair to be judged on decisions he hasn't personally made, but he supposes it's only natural. He'd likely do the same, were he to confront the younger version of someone he disliked.
The question, however, has Charles' eyebrows shooting upward. ]
Pardon? [ He sounds faintly appalled to be accused of banging anyone, let alone whoever this 'boss daddy' is. ] I'm not certain who you're referring to.
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[ That's who boss daddy is to him, the man he followed back home, and apparently, into this realm after. Still bizarre to him, admittedly, but everything is in this place, anyway. He can deal. ]
You guys are fucking inseparable even back home. [ He rolls his eyes. ] Even when you're at each other's throats, kinkily or otherwise. [ Implying they're banging, boning, and pounding is just John's way of being a troll to a man he dislikes. But goddamn is going to be the best troll there is. ]
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[ Charles sputters, taken off guard. Yes, alright, he has had to deal with slanted allegations from various people he knows, but they've generally been considerably more subtle and tactful than this!
He turns to busy himself with readying a cup of tea from the nearby table. Giving his hands something to do while he works off the embarrassment. ]
Do you work for him, then? [ He manages to recover, somewhat. ]
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Rolling his eyes, he smirks a little as he keeps on trolling. ]
Nah, I'm his baby. [ Boss daddy should have his baby, right? ] We have a close relationship, friends but really close.
[ Whatever conclusion Charles receives from that is up to him, but with his playful smirk widening a bit further, he's prepared to milk this. ]
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