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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.
Seifer Almasy | FFVIII
2. Dancing [Good for all forms of music]
3. GEIS
2 - lmao any music pref? they're all funny
Here, he was staying far from the dance floor, loathe to embarrass himself, or become stuck with some chattering partner. He still felt raw and somber; there was no reason for festivity. He was trying to skirt around the edges, but a couple passed in front of him and he sidestepped into earshot.
An odd sensation welled in him, a restlessness and need to move. Before he could consider it more deeply, Seifer's propostion met his ear, gloriously framed as an order.
He nodded, gesturing for the other to lead the way. "Do you prefer to lead or follow? I am comfortable with both."
i mean I could go any way. roll it?
"Better to lead than follow," he says, grabbing a hand and pulling the man to the music.
This was weird, right? This has to be weird. Why is he doing this?
I got three -- tension (sexual or negative)
Normally, Basch would be happy to simply follow until he was released, but he can't take his eyes off the other, a strange internal itch rubbing at him.
"Not very talkative, are you?"
hahaha given the other interaction, negative?
By comparison that was. He looks younger and more polished, even with his clothes in a bad state.
perfect. hilarious.
He also could walk away, and yet he doesn't. His feet keep moving in the steps of the dance, his gaze hard on the younger man, like he's a cadet trying to break his Captain's resolve.
Quite a pair they are, both their clothes in a sorry state and their glare obvious from across the dance floor.
Re: perfect. hilarious.
"Oh, but who else is going to dance with a scarred man who can't seem to find the business end of a shaving kit? Gotta take pity on you, clearly."
Re: perfect. hilarious.
Even agrees.
“You’re a gentleman then, or a bully with a delight in a trapped target. I will serve either fantasy if it will soothe whatever wound had you hissing like a barn cat.”
Re: perfect. hilarious.
And oh, there is a sharpness to his smirk.
Re: perfect. hilarious.
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(Seifer <3) Party
god these two in a place together is the perfect storm for a disaster <3
"Hyne created the world. Self-righteous ass that we killed before history was history," Seifer answered with a shrug. "And I'm a mercenary. What the hell are you supposed to be?"
This'll be great...
They'll get along with a house on fire. Spike can be the house, Seifer brings the fire
He looked like crap and he knew it, and he wasn't going to call it any other way. But he was too proud to admit it out loud. Was it really his fault that he almost died while being sorta kinda mind-controlled?
Burning everywhere!
Fish love them women fear them. Wait. Wrong way.
"Fantasy stories they tell to children to give them lessons. The ones that aren't 'behave or the monsters will get you'. Which are way more practical lessons all things considered."
Oh I *like* you. We're gonna get along.
You make my 'second application seems an easy choice' into a far harder one
"Cold iron? Salt?"
A general question of 'do those work or are those just stories?' Clearly the guy seems more adjusted to what is going on, seems right to ask.
I'm sorry? (no I'm not, I'll stop lying)
I am bringing a pain either way, Seifer or Genesis
Oh boy. My vote goes for Blondie here, but I'm biased I admit.
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GEIS; @therealMcCoy
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