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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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Oh, I'm sure you could wiggle quite charmingly if you put your mind to it.
[She lets out a little giggle. Of all the possible things her first civil discussion with him could be about, and it was wiggling to music. It's both absurd and delightful.]
I never really learned to dance, so my dancing might be rather helter skelter.
[A mischievous smile crosses her face.]
That sounds like fun, though.
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While I don't typically approve of the notion of throwing a shark among the minnows, perhaps this particular example might prove to be amusing.
[ He says it in a manner he's entirely too well-practiced in: overtly polite and cheerful, but secretly cunning. ]
If they can drag us from our worlds and trap us here, I'm sure they can put up with a bit of disruptive dancing. After all, if you'd like to learn how-- the best way is practice.
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Her smile broadens.]
Well, well. Aren't you a cheeky enabler? Nevermind marching to the beat of a different drum - I'll dance to it.
[She starts to move toward the dancers and glances back.]
Do you think a touch of telekinesis might add some artistic flair?
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Oh, I'm certain it would. Especially self-applied; floating on a dance floor would be quite the spectacle.
[ There's something of a-- he's almost reminded of his old relationship with Raven, back when they were children, finding fun uses for their powers. When Raven had dressed herself up as dozens of different people so they could both look in the mirror and fall over laughing when she mimicked their groundskeeper's heavy jowls, or mother's friend's stark white hair.
Well. The Fae are known for their mischief. Surely they can handle some in return. Charles tends toward stuffiness these days as a professor, but there's some of the old mischief there. ]
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It's then that she takes to the dance floor, floating above the crowd and twirling to the lively music. Every now and then, she lets her telekinesis scoop up flowers and send them flying amongst the dancers. One flower even gets tangled in the antlers of one of the fae. Petals sprinkle onto the hair of several other dancers in the crowd.
Cassandra's not following the movements of any of the dancers, although she is managing to at least keep the tempo. It's only once the music switches to something more somber that she decides that's enough of that. One or two people scowl her way and huff as she descends and heads back toward Charles. She flashes them a bright smile, unbothered by their annoyance.]
Well! That was delightful. I wonder what kind of festivities our hosts will set up for us next.
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While she entertains herself, he gets himself another cup of tea. He's already been alerted to the fact that eating anything gets you trapped here, and the shortbread he'd tried a while ago was likely the trap. So, there's no real harm if he takes more. It is delightful. ]
Well, I heard there was a dragon last month. Who knows what else there will be this month?
[ His tone is wry, muffled into his tea. He puts his cup down long enough to offer his hand, smiling. ]
Forgive me, where are my manners? Charles Xavier. And you must be from my world; you're a mutant, yes?
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[She telekinetically retrieves herself a cup of tea, the cup floating over to her smoothly, barely even making the hot liquid jostle in the slightest. She's also a fan of a nice cup of tea, and while she can't say she trusts their hosts with much, they've proven themselves to have good taste when it comes to food and drink.]
Cassandra Nova. I am a mutant, but we're not from the same world.
[Not quite, anyway.]
I come from a place called the Void. It's got a bit of everything, really. Mutants, magic users, beings from other planets, vampires, multiple variants of the same person, you name it and the Void probably has it.
[She lets him take all of that in while having slow sip of tea and savouring the flavour.]
We'll have to talk more about it some other day, and you can tell me about your world as well. For now, I want to enjoy my tea.