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pixieledmemes2025-03-21 08:39 am
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.
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I agree... to a point. But I was teasing you, dear, and there's no fun in someone who refuses to be teased. I wasn't exactly looking for platitudes, I'm quite sure of myself without a helpful pat on the back.
[They sigh, taking a swig of their drink and running a hand through their hair.]
Suppose it's what I deserve. For giving you too short of a chase. Now you're refusing to humor me, is that it?
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[Javert nearly spits his drink, choking on the swallow. Stupid! When had he last been this slow to joust wits? He is out of sorts. He laughs once he's past the splutter, a pinch cracked in the head. He, give platitudes! Who does Loki think he is?]
Ah! A joke, yes. Pardon, my brains are dreadfully indisposed, and I am a ninny. Here I was about to interrogate you about means and motive to your tales, and your role in your self-proclaimed Storytelling anthology, and all you want is my taste in pretty faces! Ha! That is much better, less grave.
[A bit rude, a little smarmy; he cannot help his tongue. He mops a tear from the corner of his eye with the heel of his palm.]
In that case, return the refined Monsieur or the elegant Madame, if you will. Though on my part, when I hear 'God of Stories,' I picture a scrappy urchin or grisette. Or one of those tavern-bards strumming a guitar over the drunkards. You know the sort, the lusty fellows with the threadbare dyed cloths, the bangles and baubles all about them.
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Oh yes, it is my fault entirely! It's not as if you just told me something along the lines of "It's what's on the inside that counts, Loki!" and "Just be yourself, Loki!". Forgive me for considering such ideas platitudes! Those are surely not sayings you repeat to a schoolgirl who's insecure in her appearance! This is absolutely worthy rhetoric of conversing with a god!
[Stuff like that pisses them off a bit, in addition to their flirting being ignored. As if they're still at a point in their life where they bend to others' whims. They were joking! Unfortunately it was indeed their bad for trying to do gay stuff with Javert of all people. Their fanfiction dreams will have to wait.]
There are other types of hunts, you know. But if you have no interest in such things, then ask your questions of me. I will give you this, I am a Norse god, I am of myths and fairy tales, not Parisian taverns.
Give him like a week and he'll be better with flirting
Time to gird his loins and buckle up. He looks Loki up and down, his laughter dissolved and melted into a troubled grimace.]
No. I won't ask, Norseman, [he says, meeting Loki's aggravation with iciness.] My inclination is to be a man of many questions. And thus, of certainty. You are vexed, and I see now that you are content to scorn me with propositions. That's well met. I would have done the same in your position.
[He sighs a long-suffering sigh, accepts an indulgent and grounding pull of his drink, and rolls his eyes skyward, as if in benediction. My God, he's tired, and the delightful diversion of a game is now gone. He drawls,]
Well, go on, don't leave me wondering. My curiosity is positively insatiable. What hunt do you mean?
loki will wait as long as it takes but they will complain the whole time
[Their gaze wanders, as if they're looking about the party for someone more interesting to talk to. It seems the game has ended for the both of them. Maybe Enjolras is here, he'd be fun to debate. Probably cute too.]
I should have tortured you more, my apologies. Sometimes I do try to be nice to mortals. To play fair. At least I'll know in the future to not do so for your sake.
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He hasn't yet recognized that he now wholeheartedly accepts Loki's brag about Godhood as truth. It'll come to him later.
His thin lips twist, humiliated.]
Incredible, Monsieur-Madame. No, I don't like 'nice' on those terms, [he says, sharp and gruff.] I would rather take brutishness. I'd take cunning, too, and thinking far enough ahead to thwart it, and certainly you are capable of that. I want no mercy from my betters, or even my lessers, few of them as they are.
[The way he says 'my betters' is dour and dry, like he's trying to goad. Mask's off, bitch claws out, he is too tired from the constant merriment to maintain his stony composure.]
Already looking for something more fetching to catch your eye? Well, go on, let's see how you juggle the others. I will watch. It is better than watching whatever dance they invite next onto the floor.
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[Loki corrects him with a smile. They already said "madame" makes them sound old! The rest of the address is perfectly fine otherwise, though.]
Wanting no mercy even from God? A god, I suppose, but the intent is still the same. What a sad state I've found you in, dear.
[With that bit of affection in their tone, they close the distance between them once more, cupping his chin lightly and angling it up towards them. Loki looks at him for a moment longer, like a child holding a toy. And then, as if finding their answer, they quickly let go and turn away.]
I'll remember your wish, ill-advised it may be. Best of luck finding me in the future.
[And they rejoin the rest of the party, taking someone's hand and dragging them onto the dance floor. Loki's had enough talking for now, and it amuses them to think of Javert now forced to watch the dancers.]