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Test Drive Meme #2 - Overflow

🦋 Expand for Test Drive #2 Prompts
🦋 Introduction
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🦋 The Party
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.
🦋 Chance at a Dance
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.
🦋 Flower Power
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.
🦋 GEIS
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.
Zhane
[Javert pivots in slow-motion, regarding the flirty Fae reveler with dead eyes. Of course. Uncertainty gives way to a crooked-mouth bemusement. Well, it makes sense, looking at this golden boy. Naturally, a handsome lad can charm a bit of skirt with ease.]
--Indeed. Quite generous of her, and of you.
[His frown smooths, lips pressed together into a displeased, thin line. Resigned and taciturn, he mops at his sodden whiskers and neck, the sheen blotting away. What comes off on the pristine towel is a vile concoction of murky, muddy water. Wherever Javert came from, it was not a crisp and clean mineral pool.
A simple Thank you would be nice, wouldn't it, rather than begrudging a good Samaritan for his thoughtfulness? It would. A pity that it doesn't occur to Javert to thank Zhane just yet, the last remnants of his pride seizing the day. His nose wrinkles, nostrils flaring.]
You could have just as easily left my soaking arse be. Some men are lost causes and better off cast away to fend for themselves outside the pack. [His brow arches meaningfully, casting a pointed glance to the aforementioned pretty, youthful fae.] Go on to your woman, don't linger. My stink may be catching, and I have no wish to keep you from your chance at a dance.
no subject
[ The thank you is entirely unnecessary; he didn't do it for any kind of reward. When someone needs help and you're able, you help them. That's been engrained in his mind since day one and he follows it to the letter. ]
And let you catch a cold here? Not a chance. Anyone who thinks they're a lost cause hasn't found the right person to catch them. I know one of those, one of those people who want to fend for themselves. Even he needs a little support sometimes.
[ Zhane looks back at the young woman, smiles and turns back to Javert. ] I don't think I can do that, I'd just spend the whole dance wondering what happened to you. Besides, the smell is nothing. [ Not entirely true, it is definitely ripe, but the man will find the teenager is about as stubborn as he is in his ways. ] I think she'll forgive me as long as I make good on my promise before the party is over.
[ The last time he thought that he got electrocuted. ]
no subject
You would be surprised, [he rumbles.] Women can be fickle. Swing another handsome face past her, and see if she will come back!
[He finishes his mopping, shaking the towel out. He folds up the patch of cloth into a neat rectangle, and then glances about him, confusion furrowing his brow. He cradles it loosely over his arm, sighing wearily.
Javert gives the impression of a man using his prickliness as a mask, a defense to drive off the need to participate and to chat. Zhane has the right idea about him, though he is wont to admit it. He does need the human contact to keep him in the present, and draw him out of his pit.]
Thank you, Monsieur. I am all right, and fully intact, as you see. You would be doing yourself a great disservice if you stayed to nanny me until every last fiber on my body has dried. Point me to where you fetched this, and I will take it from here.