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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 appreciate that. It was... a long time ago. If I dwell too much on the ending, I fear I'll forget how wonderful the beginning and middle were.
And they were wonderful. Maybe it's selfish, but I can't bring myself to regret a moment of it, even knowing... well.
[He sighs, shakes his head]
And what of you, Madam? What can you tell me of your life, this realm?
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Not because there is little to know, but because there is little to say. I am Sunna, Queen of the Summer Court. And I think that your view on your story is a good one, though you are not one of mine to judge. Usually I don't, anyway! [ Her brightness is back, playful and overshadowing the serious touch to her speech as she introduced—defined—herself. ] Judge, that is. There's something of me—everyone says I'm the nice one. Which is unfair, all the others can be perfectly nice. You'll like them!
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It's beautiful. As is the one who bestows it. [he gives her a playful smile in return.]
Will you not hold my ignorance against me, then, if I ask why you choose the titles of human courts? King, Queen, Duchess? These have quite specific meanings, which you don't seem to abide by here. In my realm, the fae royals go by "High Lord" and "Lady"
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Whim perhaps? Or to be better understood by our darling adopted? The reason changes as quick as the wind changes direction. [She chuckles.] Tell me, why are your lords high and your ladies not? Does that not seem unfair and disproportionate? A queen is no weaker than a king, a princess the same as a prince.
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A fair question. My father's power truly comes from my mother's line, seized by him when their mating bond locked in place. My mother would say that he was the more powerful one between them, so him taking the position was the natural order of things. ["And also he loves me and you and your brothers very much, Lucien, he just can't show it the way I can" There's a bitterness there Lucien does not try to hide]
The simple answer is that it's always been done that way, and no one with the power to challenge it has. It puts a lot of grief and pressure on the sons, I'll tell you that, not that I have any sisters to share the burden with if I could. The succession is chosen by the magic of the land, not birth order. I wouldn't wish the... brutal aspects of a royal upbringing on anyone, much less a lady, a sister. Though I suppose any male that takes your fancy becoming a threat is its own kind of brutality.
[Lucien used to imagine that he hadn't been born a Prince, or sometimes even a high fae. It certainly would have made his time with Jesminda last longer]
But surely you are more powerful than a Prince or a Duke? How is that power decided? Are the Prince and Princess your children? [he has no attachment to monogamy, but he hopes for her sake Sunna isn't married to Narciso with how the king is... cavorting, so publicly. But he can't bring himself to say it, with how he had been one cavorted with earlier...]
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My, you're a curious one. [Her smile brightens, shedding warmth on him like the noon sun warms the grass.] Hmm, well, I think the answers to your questions are far too obvious for me to play into them, though it might be fun to set you astray- [She giggles.] -I'd never though.
How about this - when you feel certain of your answers, speak with me again. I'd be delighted to hear what conclusions you come to.
wrapped i think! thanks for the lovely thread!
[He stands and bows his head]