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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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But he promised Zhane. He promised Zhane he'd stay still and rest and not immediately jump up to go find his sister. At least Andros had the decency to turn the same color as his shirt when Zhane mentioned Billy. And repaying him with his fists.
"I suppose I deserve that." Probably the only person who would get away with saying as much to him was Zhane. There was so much Andros had to catch Zhane up on, but that could wait. The reasons why he hit Billy, and the realizations that had occurred after. Zordon. That could wait. And definitely were a private conversation. Not to be had while healers were buzzing around him. Andros gripped Zhane's offered hand, squeezing tight.
"Honestly. I wish I knew. That's not the first Karone that I've seen here. But this one? I leaned over to see if she was okay, and, she went for my throat. I saw what she saw, that day. " Andros nodded his head, like, Zhane should absolutely know what day he was talking about. Then again, he wasn't entirely sure. The first Karone had been from years ago, and Billy was 2 decades in the future. Who knew at this point.
"She saw everything, Zhane. Zordon. Ecliptor. And it looked really, really bad from her perspective." He never really thought about how it would look, looking in. " I was so scared she was hurt, like, really, really hurt. I guess I wasn't thinking. I asked if she wanted some food. She replied she wanted to eat my still beating heart."
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"Take care of him. And...I'll see what I can do about getting you one of our communicators, if we want to stay away from the leaf for strategy talk. I'll see you again soon."
He'd be right outside, standing at his post until he was sure Andros and Zhane would be all right. It would give him plenty of time to think about the ups and downs of his youth, and just how differently these two seemed to have it.
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"Suppose? You mean you definitely did. It's a good thing I showed up to save your butt again, huh?" Zhane finds a seat in a chair beside the cot, reaching out to take his hand again for the extra moral support. Now that they aren't on high alert, he looks over at the healers to slide in a joke of his own.
"Think you could fix his head, too? I'd sure appreciate it, I'll even cook you dinner." No, Zhane, no one with an ounce of common sense would want anything created by his hands. That is not a thank you gift, it is a recipe for indigestion or worse. Someone should really teach him how to cook here, or at least never let him anywhere near the kitchenette. Which will be his first stop.
He isn't about to tell Andros he had a run in with her too, or that his encounter wasn't nearly as violent. Still, he does take a minute to figure out what to say. Secrets aren't his forte, he just doesn't have to expand on the details. Great, he has a plan. He claps his free hand over Andros' and sighs in the way that only an exasperated best friend can.
"I ran into her too; we kinda fought a little. I tried to talk her down, but she wasn't having it. " No choice, he's going to have to spill some of the beans. "Without being on the Dark Fortress, I think she's struggling. It's all she's known for the longest time and now it's gone. I get it. We both do, don't we? We should probably give her some space."
He cringes at the last bit but reaches out, resting a hand against his shoulder with what is supposed to be a reassuring smile. "She's your sister, you know? She's just as stubborn as you are, I don't think something like that could hurt her." But he knows it, that Andros still thinks of her as the child that was taken all of those years ago, not the woman she's become.
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Andros winced as the healers worked on him, trying not to say something mean because they were literally working to save his miserable life. And he knew Zhane would glare at him and give him those eyes. "DECA already tried to fix my head multiple times, but cute, your cute."
He stopped when Zhane started talking about his sister. "You look surprisingly intact." Was that a bitter chill in his voice? Sorry Zhane. He was easily jealous. "She's not the only one struggling Zhane. She wasn't like this in my time. She was. Better." He wanted to go home and talk to his Karone. The one who didn't want to stab him. Usually.
"So what you're saving i shouldn't leap off this table and hurry back to her." As if he had already considered his exact plan of action.
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"Me? Thanks for finally noticing." He winks down at him, slipping out of the way if and when he finds he is in the way of Andros' care. As long as he has eyes on him, he's confident enough in the care to give him some space. A little space because he is definitely hovering and keeping an eye on their movements.
"No, she got me too." He places a hand over his chest and points to the spot on his dirt smeared with blood. It was easy enough to overlook, probably looking like it came from the Red Ranger's wounds. The chill earns him a frown. "I know you better than that, you're gonna duck out of here and do it even if I tell you not to."
"I'm telling you to give her some time and maybe take it easy. She's not going to want to talk to us if we crowd her. It reminds me of someone, I wonder who. Do you know a guy who is bad with crowds? Kinda has a temper?"
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"Think you need to take a seat next to me here?" It could have been worse, coming from Astronema. With him, it had been. He wasn't sure how good that was for Zhane's prospects. Did she care enough to leave him alive? Or not care enough? Was there even a sane thought running through her mind right now?
"At least you're not DECA. She would have locked me in." You know, until he rewired the doors. Still, the point, had to be made. Everyone around him told him time and time again to rest. And what did he do? Not. "Probably. But, I promise not to run after Karone."
He gave Zhane a wryful smile, wincing as the healers poked and prodded, his head pounding. "I don't know who you could be thinking of, at all. Makes you wonder how we could even be related." Talking to Karone? Talking to him? yeah, okay, it might kind of be a similar thing.
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