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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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She nods her head solemnly. )
Twenty-twenty-nine.
( A long, long time away from his present, probably, if Erik was anything to go by. Unfortunately, she can't answer much more than that — they didn't teach her very much about human history, let alone mutant history. You don't teach these things to property you want to control. )
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His eyebrows raise slightly when she gives the year. ]
That... would put you over fifty years after me.
[ And a few years after Logan. Which brings up all kinds of questions that Hank is dying to ask. He's somewhat hesitant to ask about the future, but considering everything he's been trying to accomplish over the past few days, the burning desire to know whether they can pull it off or not is threatening to supersede his caution.
But maybe not right here, right now. ]
Are you hungry, Laura? I think I saw a tray going around with brownies.
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She's always hungry. That's the product of a super-charged metabolism: she's a bottomless pit of a girl, and she's always down to crush some brownies. )
Si, por favor.
( She has decided she likes him. For no particular reason. Brownies please. )
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He stands again, raising up on his toes to better see over the heads of the rest of the crowd, until he can spot the winged and horned waitstaff fae carrying the tray of brownies. ]
Alright, there. [ He shoots a smile to Laura, and waves for her to follow him. ] Come on.
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The horned, winged waiter is slippery, moving through the throng of bodies with ease and grace, just out of reach — one could almost be forgiven for thinking they're purposefully being elusive just to make Hank's life a little more annoying. Is it coincidence, or are the Fae just assholes sometimes? Verdict unclear, but we're pretty sure it's the asshole thing. )
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When he feels small fingers take hold of the hem of his sleeve, he glances down, offering Laura a smile of reassurance, and tries to manage his pace in chasing down the waiter so that he isn't dragging her along faster than she can follow.
But boy, that waiter sure doesn't want to be stopped, do they? ]
Um, excuse me? Mr.— Ms...? [ He can't actually tell this fae person's gender. Maybe they don't have one? ] Uh— Person with the brownies? Could you, maybe... Could we grab a couple?
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Until a tap on his shoulder from just behind, which startles even Laura into whipping around, her claws shooting out in her alarm, a spooked little smarl on her face — which promptly dies and turns into befuddlement as the waiter politely smiles and holds out a tray of brownies.
But- how did they-
Weren't they just-
She looks from Hank, to the waiter, to Hank again, and slowly retracts her claws — then tentatively reaches for an offered brownie. Because. Brownies are still important, even though she's confused. )
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The sight is familiar, after Paris, but Logan's claws were made of bone, organic and animal. These claws are... surgical. Precise. Constructed with purpose and intent. (The intent to kill.)
He doesn't stop Laura from reaching for a brownie. She can help herself to the whole tray of brownies, for all Hank cares at this point. His mind is busy running calculations, trying to make sense of what he's just seen. Unfortunately, that does leave him staring slack-jawed at the young mutant. ]
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Hank's bewilderment goes completely unnoticed in favor of two or three too-big bites of a brownie with the enthusiasm only children have — and only then does she notice his look.
She pauses her chewing mid-bite and stares back.
What?
Slower Chew...
Even Slower Chew...
...Swallow. )
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So, that's... I suppose that's your mutation?
1/2
2/2
Instead of answering at first, she just shoves the rest of the brownie into her mouth in one bite, and then answers with her mouth too full to really be understood: )
Si. Pero- 'so 'eel.
( So there, problem solved. )
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Sorry, come again?
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Yes. Claws. Also I heal, and other things.
( It's slightly hard to look as intimidating as she did only a minute ago when she has a chocolate smudge on her face. Behold, the double-digit kill count junior Wolverine. )
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[ He hasn't run into all that many mutants thus far in his career. But so far, he hasn't seen any direct duplicates of mutations. And sure, Logan's claws were made of bone, and Laura's claws are metal, but it just feels like too much of a coincidence to overlook. ]
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He was my father.
( Was being the operative word. )
You knew him.
( This is not a question. She smelled it earlier; she can still smell it faintly now. The same, only different, because there is no smell of sickness overlaying it. )
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Only briefly. I was actually on my way to see him, before I woke up here.
[ To wake him and Charles up, and let them know that Raven had destroyed Cerebro. ]
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( Only briefly, she means. Not long; days, a week, maybe. It's hard to keep track, with as often as they moved and as chaotic as it had all been. He'd slept for a number of them, toward the end. Does that count toward the time she spent knowing him? Learning what he sounds like when he has nightmares? )
If you think of a way to help your friend... can you help him too?
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I was actually trying to do that already, back home. [ He frowns, furrowing his brow at her as pieces slot together in his mind. ]
But I'm guessing you mean, can I help him with something specific.
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She does not get her hopes up, or at least she tries not to. But if she can save her father... If it will make a difference... Could she go back home to him still breathing once Erik finds a way to get them home? )
Si. The metal on his bones is making him sick. Like a poison. If he doesn't take it off, he will die. Can you find someone to do this?
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I can... try...
[ But, that opens up so many other questions. ]
Is the metal on your bones going to make you sick?
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She could, of course, ask Erik... but that would mean she and Erik would be going home to different times and places. This, she doesn't want. This, she's trying to avoid thinking of. It'll have to be Hank, or Charles, maybe.
This plan is half-formed and shoddy as are the plans of most twelve-year-olds in over their heads, but she's insistent on it all the same.
She shakes her head at the question. )
It isn't on all my bones, so I don't think so... but there is a man here who promised to help me take the metal off if I do an internship.
( Tony Stark shook on it and everything. Does she know what an internship entails? Absolutely not. Did she agree to it anyway? Totally. )