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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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"I. Don't. Look. Like. A. Walking. Corpse." Spike says clearly, being sure his point is made. "Pale yes, but not like a fresh zombie from some monster movie." Flicking his face slightly to the side, gaze too, and then his face shifts.
Brows becoming more pronounced, eyes yellower, teeth... Well, there are the fangs, as Spike stares at Maurice again. "Hard as this may be to accept, even as it's the shit cherry on top of the shit sundae."
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He starts to avert his eyes, but the very obvious shift in Spike's face startles him back into staring. Even at her angriest, Charlie never looked like that.
"Oh, damn, okay..." Maurice says, equal parts bewildered and unnerved. He wonders if it's something Spike is holding in or something he has to force to the surface. He knows better than to ask.
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"Look." With forced patience. "This is all unpleasant. I get that." Arching a brow. "You gonna be alright?" The kid was another vampire, at the very least. A bit pathetic but, well,...a kid. Probably from a very ordinary life. Spike wondered why he even bothered to care a bit.
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"Well, if they don't decide to eat me, I'll make do. Doesn't sound like too bad a deal."
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"Well I dunno, Spike, they might get me home and decide I don't match the curtains."
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"Oh, I'll ask." Even if they were going to be "pets" of the fair folk, Maurice didn't trust his luck to be able to pilfer through a strange kitchen and not get skinned. "Is it human? The blood, I mean."
He hopes so.
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"Dunno. Didn't ask. Tasted like blood." A sidelong glance at the other. "If it bothers you, you could ask on the network for donors. Make sure they know what they're getting into up front, make sure you take care of 'em afterwards."
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Maurice imagines how the conversation between himself and a possible donor could go, then he shoos the thought from his mind. No, it's too weird.
"Wait, network?"
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Not far now to the food table. With all the tiny miniature food. And the stuff that tasted like flowers. And slightly uncanny fruit.
"Yeah. Some kind of group chat thing that works through these devices they give us that look like leaves. 'S like a really advanced mobile phone."
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The idea of a fancy phone gets Maurice to perk up. He likes gadgets, though he doesn't have a cell of his own. Something to look forward to!
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Maurice wouldn't last 1 minute in Sunnydale.
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When they arrive at the tables, Maurice looks over the spread with quiet suspicion. He's already drank the Koolaid, so it's not like he'll be any worse off if he partakes again.
He selects a teensy burger and holds it up with some curiosity. At first, he's baffled as to why they're so small, but then it occurs to him.
"Oh, they're fairy sized."
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"Fairies are a type of fae, and those fae are what are more dangerous. Beyond that, I don't know why the foods all so bloody small."
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"It has to be people. Or I'll go crazy." What they had told him specifically is so that he doesn't go feral and get hit by a car, but he's already been hit by a car despite a full tank so...shrug.
Maurice tunes back into what Spike is saying in time to catch that there is more than one kind of fairy. He tucks that info away for later.
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"Uhm..." Maurice says wearily. "It's like...look, they didn't tell me everything. They were too busy accusing me of murder. But I think the thing is, if I'm a human vampire I have to drink human blood. And I don't want to know what kinds of other vampires are out there to make that a true thing."
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He blinks.
He looks at his arms, one and a time.
"My cast is gone...I just noticed. Huh."
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He helps himself to another tiny burger. They taste really good. Probably more so because he's so drunk.
"You gotta try the Tiny Burger, Spike."
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