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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.
no subject
Viktor was made of stronger stuff. Viktor was forged in steel. ]
I would not do that if I were you. [ His voice was still so soft, perhaps even softer than before. It was definitely a warning. ]
no subject
[just like viktor not flinching, neither does jinx. the only thing that moves on her is her eyes, they squint and her gaze tightens at the man — continuously seeking for a twitch, a curl, a wrinkle, anything to give her an indication the herald will strike. and while his pitch is soft as silk, hers is the opposite. there's gruff, and tough like cobblestone.]
Illuminate me.
[it's serious when she ups her vocabulary and there's no trace of a cracked smile anywhere.]
no subject
I've been here for some time. Long enough to know our hosts would not be pleased if you destroy what they see as ... investments. [ There's a flicker of annoyance on his face. This was all too like the elite of Piltover for his tastes. ] There would be consequences for you, Jinx. Perhaps even for those you care about.
[ This time, his annoyance shifts into a gentler frown. ] And I would not want to see you come to harm. I care about what happens to you — even if you don't believe me.
no subject
[her middle caresses smoothly against the trigger, listening carefully to his words and syllables. investments... the hell does that entail? and what does mean by there will be consequences for her loved ones when thus far, it's just been herself. do their captors have the ability to interrupt what's happening in runeterra? in zaun? ... her sister, sevika, and ekko?
...
she sinks her arm just a touch, the barrel now pointing to the center of his neck. although hearing the herald caring for her well-being raises a crackle out of her. and it's not her typical smart aleck laugh nor a heart warming one. it's more... deranged, vicious, and unsettling.]
Ah ha ha!! — You? Giving a crap about what happens to me?! The wonderful tin machine Herald...!!
[the smirk and laugh leaves quickly as it came, her face twists solemn again with her grip squeezing more to her weaponry.]
Guess when your body isn't all what it's cracked out to be, you would want to make sure the superior merchandise becomes undamaged.
cw: death, suicide ideation
[ Another shrug. ] Kill me, if you wish. I will not stop you. [ He's always been casual when it comes to death in general, but particularly his own. Viktor nearly met his end several times, once by his own hand, and another when a bomb briefly made his efforts permanent. The irony that he doesn't know it had been Jinx's doing is regrettable. He might have laughed.
Viktor's frown is gone now, though, replaced by a quiet look of peace. ] I can offer you nothing but this: inflicting violence will not bring you the comfort you seek. Until you realize this, you will always carry your pain.
1/2 cw: schizophrenia
but im finally reading this game's profile and seeing what it's about because one of my favorite things in the whole world is fairies and garden/mystical things. so MAYBE i'll end up apping in the future, who knows. 👀 ]
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[the fact he isn't showing one millimeter of fear irritates her, and it's something she doesn't come across often. it makes her feel... inferior, and that maybe she is losing her edge ever since she reluctantly became the hero of her people. her feathers (metaphorically) ruffle as he expresses more of his concern, and the crow works her lips in an attempt to form some sort of reply.
but everything seems to be expiring within her throat, and it only furthers her frustration. the voices tickle her ear with snickers, murmuring audibly how she is wasting too much time with her silence. — 'fix this. fix it, fix it, fix it! you look so nervous. you're acting so scared. god, what are you even doing?' — who does this herald think he is, she thinks. he doesn't know what she's seeking for, because she doesn't even know what she's seeking for. her aim begins to quivers, not out of terror, but with anger now. and jinx can feel this emotion ballooning around her ribcage, and the only way she can let it out is to shoot. destroy. demolish, annihilate, detonate, obliterate. do it to something. to someone. anything.
so in one quick motion, her arm targets to the west of them, pressing hard on the trigger to fire not one, not two, not even three, but four bullets out into wilderness. luckily, there are no other adopted in their perimeter, however, some trees might have been wounded by her rage.]
2/2
... I still hate Fortune cookies.
[she mutters loud enough for him to possibly hear, then begins to do some exanimation of whatever world/dimension they're stranded on. like first things first, crouching down to the earth to feel the grass to ensure it's not fabricated.]