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Test Drive Meme #2 - Overflow

TDM #2 OVERFLOW


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TDM #2 - March/April 2025
🦋 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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[personal profile] mississippis 2025-04-17 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
Something shifts in her expression, uncertainty that's a little different from the guilt that had been there a moment before. Back home, for her anyway, there's talk about teaming up with Erik, nothing quite set in stone (that she knows about anyway) yet. Logan's at least a little ahead of her timeline wise. Maybe not by much but there's a bit of a mismatch that makes all of this all the more disconcerting. 

It's not important enough to make a big deal of, and it sounds like he doesn't know much about what's been going on at the school anyway for it to be anything but faint background noise compared to everything else. 

"They've been working on getting the Sentinel program up and running. Looks like it's gonna pass too." Maybe it has by the time he's picked up by the Professor and Erik.

He's right; it's not exactly what she wants to hear. Isn't entirely sure that, if he hadn't, apparently, been found, he would have actually planned on coming back at all. But--

That also doesn't really matter. He's here now, wherever the hell here is, and she's here, and they're both stuck here, with Sentinels and the school and Alcatraz all a world away.

Rogue gives his fingers another quick squeeze and then she's moving to give him a hug in the same careful way she'd done numerous times over the years, wary of exposed skin but comfortable enough with him not to be skittish. "Don't you tell me you're wanting to protect me if you've got any plans to run off again the second we get out of this place."
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[personal profile] logansmiddleclaw 2025-04-19 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, that's what Charles was tellin' me. I had been hearin' all 'bout Trask Industries...it's fuckin'..." He shakes his head at the thought that there was a company out there designing Sentinels to round up and "protect" the world from mutants. As if they were monsters.

But he doesn't continue speaking about it, because at this point in time, wherever they were stuck in, well it didn't matter. He couldn't do anything about it anymore. But the hope that everyone back in their world and time remained safe stayed in the back of his mind.

Before he can say anymore, she's pulling him close into one of her measured hugs. A hug — something he had wanted to give her since the moment he saw her, but feared she would reject him.

His arms wrap around her as well, but he foregos the carefulness, knowing well the angle would protect him from her skin, not that he feared a little zap. And it feels warm, and like no time has passed. She still smells sweet like peaches, and still holds him like she did all those years ago. Yes, wary of her own skin but never of him. He even lifts her a just a bit off the ground, "I'm done runnin' kid." His arms loosen slightly, not wanting to overwhelm her, "And.. I'm sorry for bein' a shit friend."



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[personal profile] mississippis 2025-04-21 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
When his arms loosen, hers instinctively tighten, not saying it out loud but worried that he’s going to be the one thing about this place that actually is a dream.

“You don’t have to apologize,” she says quickly. He really doesn’t. She might have been hurt. Might have taken it a bit personally. Might have even been angry about him leaving. But that doesn’t mean he’d actually done anything wrong. In a lot of ways, he’s the least selfish person she knows, and had simply, finally, hit the breaking point.

She can’t begrudge him that.

Doesn’t mean she wants to risk him disappearing again.

Still, her arms eventually loosen around him too and she leans back a little so she can look up at him. “Don’t actually need a lot of protecting these days.” Her smiles a little wry, a little lopsided. “I’ve spent a lot of time in the Danger Room.” Mostly to keep busy, to feel useful. To keep from brooding and overthinking. Bruises and sore muscles had been easier than feeling.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want you to anyway.”
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[personal profile] logansmiddleclaw 2025-04-23 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
A small smile begins to tug at the edges of his lips the moment he feels her arms tighten around him just a bit more, and though he'd realized it earlier, it's clearer now how much he missed her.

He exhales a soft breath, briefly grazing his chin over the top of her head before she pulls back. And when she mentions her training, his eyes sweep over her briefly, before giving a slight nod. "Oh yeah?" Logan brings a hand over to her upper arm and squeezes gently, "Hm, yeah I can see it. Buildin' up those muscles."

The moment has grown lighter, and despite that, he knows what it's like to lose yourself in the physicality of fighting and training. He knows, that most likely than not, it was a way to keep herself occupied. Not only that, he wonders how long the impending dangers of the Sentinels had been held over the mansion before Charles and Erik reached out to them.

With a slight nod, he runs his hand down her arm, "I got you, kid. Made a promise a long time ago didn't I?"
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[personal profile] mississippis 2025-04-28 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
The corner of her mouth quirks up, because she’s missed his gentle teasing. She’d bristle at it from most other people, but it never feels mean-spirited or cruel when it’s coming from him.

She rolls her eyes in return, but it’s equally light. “Just wait until you realize I can wipe the floor with you.” Which is ridiculous; there’s no chance she could take him in any sort of hand-to-hand training, but that’s not going to keep her from insisting she’s perfectly capable.

Rogue’s relaxed a little more, her initial guarded wall dropping further with the familiarity of this sort of conversation, and, for a moment, it's like no time has passed at all. And she can almost convince herself that it hasn't been years. Maybe because that's how she wants it to feel. But she knows there's a lot more to catch up on than what they have, stuff that can probably wait until they've both gotten their bearings here, but that's going to start to fester if it goes much longer.

Stuff like yeah, you did make a promise, but you didn't keep it that she can't bring herself to actually say right that second. But her hesitation in answering infuses a little bit of tension back into the conversation that had started to ease.

Finally: "Yeah." It's soft, absolutely not what's running through her head, but apparently she's not going to elaborate on it. Not too much anyway. "You did. Feels like a lifetime ago."
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[personal profile] logansmiddleclaw 2025-04-30 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
The hesitation in her answer gives him more insight that despite that they managed to bridge a bit of the gap between them, there was still hurt. And he didn't blame her. Beyond the fact that he left, he knows he wasn't as present as he could have been even prior to Alcatraz.

After all, he had her to thank for everything good that had happened. He'd found some answers to who he was. He had found a family that perhaps he'd taken for granted. And he'd found her. He still always thought of her as the first person to take a chance on him. The first person to see beyond his walls, and really see him.

She fed the stray dog without knowing if the dog would bite her.

"It does." He lets out a soft breath as his hand drops from her arm. "A lifetime since that young kid broke hid in my trailer hitch." His eyes soften with a mixture of nostalgia, and maybe melancholy of some sort. Whatever it is, it makes him feel unsettled-- as if he's not quite ready to face that vulnerability quite yet.

Clearing his throat, he averts his gaze briefly to look around the party. "So what now? They said something 'bout a court?"
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[personal profile] mississippis 2025-04-30 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
She'd had to grow up sometime.

It's what she's thinking, but something else she chokes down instead of saying. Her lips twitch, like she's about to say something else, maybe to comment on his hand falling away, the sudden absence more disconcerting than she expects it to be.

But she can't say that either. Definitely not here, where, even if they've moved out of anyone's direct line of sight, she feels entirely too exposed, too watched, to be truly comfortable. Whether there's a spot in this whole place where she'll be able to relax enough to actually say what she's thinking is questionable, not when she assumes every comfortable, familiar and nostalgic place she can think of is beyond her reach.

Her eyes dart to the side again, not quite looking at him as much as past him, because that feels easier somehow. Alone, adrift, afraid, but easier.

"I don't know. Sounds like they're sorting us for... something. But..." She doesn't have the faintest clue why or if there's any group either of them should avoid. "I figure we're not gonna like whatever it is anyway." Because anyone who'd bring a bunch of people here against their will and not offer them a choice in staying can't possibly have their best interests at heart, no matter how many fancy finger foods they serve them.

"We should probably try to gather as much information as we can. See if we know anyone else. Regroup."
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[personal profile] logansmiddleclaw 2025-05-02 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
He doesn't say anything right away but let's his own gaze sweep over her face, noting the way she wasn't looking at him directly anymore. Her subtle avoidance doesn’t bother him. Or maybe it does, but he doesn't let it show.

It's like they found themselves treading a delicate line. On one side were the consequences of past decisions and regret they brought. On the other was the hope of closing the distance between them — the realization that now was the time where they needed to be present and show up for each other in ways they hadn't before.

She finishes speaking, and he realizes it's not much of a plan, but it's something. A starting point. And for a brief moment, he wonders how much planning like this she needed to do in the past — with the impending doom of the sentinels.

He nods, agreeing with her statement about regrouping and gathering information. "You're probably right. We won't like it." They definitely needed more information regarding what was happening, and ultimately what their detailed purpose was for being here. Wherever here was.

He'd been in too many fucking wars to repeat that cycle again. He was tired of being a weapon for the guy trying to prove he had a bigger stick. And while it didn't seem like they were being strong armed into doing anything (after all it was only his first day there), definitely being stolen, tricked in eating the food and told they were stuck there forever was something that rang all the alarm bells.

"Okay," he says. "We keep our heads down. Talk to who we can. People we trust. See what shakes loose."