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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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[ His smile fades a bit with lingering hesitation before he decides there's no harm in accepting a flower. He can practically smell it from here and this guy doesn't seem so bad, not that he really knows anything about the fae.
For all intents and purposes, this isn't a worst-case scenario for him. No monsters, good food, good people, his best friend is here. Zhane reaches out and takes the flower, laughing a little. ]
You know, I don't think anyone's given me a flower before. I kinda have bad luck with them.
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Still, Narciso likes his games so he activates his charm once Zhane takes the flower from him. ]
Is that so? How unfortunate. [ He reaches out one hand to brush his knuckles against the young man's cheek gently, affectionately, if not also a bit seductively. Leaning in, Narciso's radiating with so much beauty, truly effervescent under the dawn light. ] Especially when you are ever so charming. Tell me, do you want to receive flowers from your King more often, then?
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He is a little taken aback by the proximity and even lets his gaze drift off to one side and then the other, as if looking for the camera. Is this a prank? He had every intention of pranking his best friend with the suit, it only stands to reason that he might catch wind of it and try to get him back.
But nothing, no one, leaps out of a hiding place. Worse yet, he finds himself directing his attention back to Narciso as his charm washes over him. Zhane is not a shy guy but he's also not a guy guy. There's no time to be alarmed, not when he's leaning in and touching his face with a degree of affection that has eluded him in life. The tenderness of it all has him briefly closing his eyes until he catches himself. Lamely (but in earnest), he adds: ]
Yes. I mean, I think so? [ He finds himself fingering at the petals of the flower he has in hand, anything to work off a little bit of tension he is feeling. ]
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Very well. I will send you some more. [ Leaning in a bit more, Narciso brushes his lips against the shell of Zhane's ear, his next words coming out in a sultry murmur while his charm heightens and expands. ]
What shall you give me in return, though? [ Narciso asks, planting one kiss just below Zhane's ear. ] Yourself, perhaps?
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[ He wants to catch his hand and tell him that, while he's very flattered, something like this isn't appealing to him. But he can't. The thought is there, and he tries to give it a voice, but the words die before ever leaving his lips. Still, his eyes are wide and questioning as he finds himself leaning into the caress of both his fingers and lips.
Trying to tilt his face so he can try to follow him with his eyes, Zhane swallows to clear a nonexistent lump in his throat. His mouth feels dry and his skin, where kissed, tingles. This is one of the ones who brought him here and he has a lot of questions, but his mind draws a blank. Instead, his shoulders sag a fraction as he feels all of the tension start to seep away. ]
You're.. my King. If that's what you want, how can I refuse? [ He exhales through his nose quietly and gives him a half smile. Even without the charm, he would probably try to appease him in some way. Definitely not kiss him but maybe try to make something for him to repay the debt instead. ]
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Excellent. I shall have my way with you, then.
[ It's a simple declaration as fingers weave through Zhane's hair while his palm still cup the young man's face. The sound of birds and butterflies fluttering by fill the spring air, as his charm heightens to a dangerous level. ]
Would you like that? Do you want to stay here and be good for me? [ It's a question whispered into Zhane's skin as Narciso's lips travel his jaw. ]
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Sluggishly, as if roused from sleep, he straightens up and stares ahead of him. The crowd parts and he sees Andros, giving him a very brief moment of clarity. Unconsciously, as always, their bond activates and sends a wave of distress his way. This is dangerous territory; he has to get out of here, but his body won't let him. He likens it to trying to tread water but being unable to keep one's head above the surface. ]
I've already eaten something; I couldn't leave even if I wanted to.
[ But the fight is gone just as quickly as it started as those blue eyes squint at Narciso as if trying to decipher his more than obvious intentions. He's probably one of the most easygoing people here but he knows what he wants in life. Whether he likes it or not (he does not), his Charm is making this feel real, like he's always wanted this. Quietly, as he drops the flower he was carrying, he murmurs with a resolute sense of sincerity. ]
Yes. I want to stay.
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[ Narciso replies with a sing-song tune, giving Zhane's cheek a quick, but tender kiss, before pulling away, making sure to weave his fingers against those short locks one last time.
Gesturing for the empty chair beside him, Narciso strengthens his charm, flooding the area and Zhane's consciousness with more images of serenity and springtime, lulling him into a false sense of security that nothing bad is ever going to happen to him while he's in the company of fae royalty. ]
Come, sit. Partake with us. We have a lot of food and drinks prepared for all of you, but none quite like royalty that we have here.
[ Eating and drinking more from this feast, especially from the royal table, only ensures that any suspicion against the faerie will be unfounded, and it's up to player discretion whether this effect will linger after this party or not. ]
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And then also did his best to shove himself in between Narciso and Zhane, trying to shove his own consciousness and sense of self into the silver ranger.
Hey, I'm Andros. He's taken and I don't share. Next time I'll put my name on him so you don't get confused.
[Andros turned to Zhane, shaking his head.]
I can't leave you alone for a minute, can I? Didn't anyone ever tell you not to accept gifts from strangers? You are so in a time out.
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Stranger? Andros, what are you talking about? I think you've read the situation wrong; the King would never hurt us. He just invited me to sit with them. It would be kinda rude if I walked away right now.
[ The charm is too strong, the urging in his mind doesn't even register. Without further ado, he claims the seat he was offered and shoots the Red Ranger a raised eyebrow. What in the world has gotten into him all of the sudden? He even plucks a grape off of a vine and tosses it into the air, aiming to catch it in his mouth. ]
If you're that worried about it, why don't you join us? Then you'll see he doesn't mean any harm. If that's okay? [ He looks around Andros to Narciso. ]
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You know, I'm perfectly fine with being rude. Don't worry, we're not staying.
[And with that, Andros leaned forward, and absolutely picked Zhane up, slung him over his shoulder and walked away. Kick and scream all you want Zhane, Andros was not letting go.]