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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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You are not just a plebe, Prompto. [ He leans in, lips dangerously close against Prompto's. That flush through freckled cheeks is a marvel to behold up close. ]
I adopted you for a reason. It's an honor to be chosen for my Court, you see. Something that you should be proud of. [ Narciso punctuates this with a small peck against the corner of Prompto's lips. ]
Are you? Are you proud to serve your King?
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Yes, Your Majesty. It's-It's the greatest honor to serve you and to be apart of your Court. Thank you.
[His King is kind, beautiful and deserves Prompto's fullest devotion. What was he without the Fae?]
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[ Pleased by Prompto's words and how he's reacting to his touches, Narciso plans to encourage it, lips briefly and ever so gently, brushing against Prompto's own as the dawn sunlight outlines his beauty even further. ]
You're most welcome, my Adopted. [ He leans in again, pressing a soft kiss against Prompto's chin, his jaw. One hand begins to cup the back of his neck, while the other sees it fit to press against Prompto's back, pulling the young man closer. ]
You should not feel discouraged to be this close to your King. I welcome your affection. Show me how you want to shower me with it.
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There's a sudden spark and roar of flame within him as he stands from his own spot, his chair falling backwards as he slams his palms on the table. His hands ball into fists and he stomps his way over to the scene.
He's not jealous... nope... not at all!
Without warning, Noctis wedges his way between them, pushing the two arms length away.]
That's enough of that. Prompto, it's time to go.
[Looping his arm around Prompto's waist, he starts to guide him away, possibly back to either his or Prompto's room for a bit of privacy.]
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It's only as Prompto lifts himself up to kiss at the neck of display and extends a hand to smooth over the royal chest, his mind intent of worship, that he finds himself thrown back by some.. some.. usurper! What the hell?! NOCTIS?!
Prompto can't help lashing out at Noctis, pushing his arm off of his waist with an uncharacteristic growl of annoyance. There's no room for the King of Lucis, for Prompto's friend, at the moment. Not when he was having such a good time! Why can't he be happy that Prompto is being shown some affection?
He shoves his friend back another step to get some distance and whispers under his breath:]
Back. Off. I'm a little busy Noct.
[ Prompto has to take a deep breath to calm down at the man who tried to take him away so he closes his eyes, counts to three and tries to bring back the pleasant feeling his King had been giving him before the interruption. He can't help but deliver a sad pout upwards and steps forward, his bright blue eyes pleading for forgiveness.]
I-I'm sorry My King. Your Majesty. If we ignore him he'll go away?
[He sounds genuinely upset at the fact and hopes that his King won't hold his friend's actions against him. Sure Noctis is his bff but Prompto is going to have serious words with him for standing between him and the Spring King later.]