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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.
The Party. (hay i brought coffee)
Still, with little fanfare, he walks right up to the man with the towel in tow and offers it to him. ]
No business? What about your friends and loved ones? I'm sure they'll miss you, don't give up on them or yourself. Everyone has something to live for, sometimes it just takes a while to figure out what that is.
[ Now he smiles, completely unaware of the trials the man has had to go through to get here, caked from head to toe in stagnant river water. If the smell offends him it doesn't show, Javert just looks like a guy who happens to need some company to him. After his encounter with Stephen Strange, he is being more mindful of breaking personal space boundaries at least. ]
If you need another set of clothes, I'm sure I can find that too. The towel was easy enough to grab. I couldn't get a good read on what size you'd wear from all the way over there, so I didn't bring anything.
oh my god, he's so nice that javert might have a fit of apoplexy. don't make this weird, Javert.
Cautiously, he accepts the towel, pressing his hand into its springy surface. He feels out the fibers for a moment, appreciating the plushness of the weave, and sharply grasps it to pull it close.
Almost like he is suspicious that Zhane might change his mind when he got a good eyeful of him. Javert did not look much like the respectable, upright police officer he was in life; oh no. He more closely resembled a miserable, starving wolf, left out in a downpour.]
The clothes won't be necessary, [he says guardedly.] And for this--
[He raises the towel with one hand and grimaces, dipping a hand in his sopping wet pockets and digging around for his coin purse. The fabric squelches inelegantly.]
I will pay. How much do you want for it?
kindness is free, sir, and so is a towel. time to make this man love himself again (h..ah)
So, when he accepts the towel, his smile brightens even more. If it happens to look like he is sparkling right now it is probably just the streaks of silver in his hair catching in the luminance of the dawn. ]
I know it's warm out, but nobody wants to walk around in soggy clothes, right? I don't really know my way around here but if we put our heads together, we can probably figure out where they hide the clothes. If you're up for it. [ He is trying to get a read on this guy and the first thing that comes to mind is the way he treats Andros. So, he'll challenge him a little. At the idea of payment, he looks surprised but instead of waving the thought away he pretends to think on it, clutching his own chin between his thumb and index fingers while letting out an exaggerated hum. ]
Well, a towel is awfully expensive. I've got it! [ He lets go of his chin and holds the hand out to Javert, never once looking at his purse. ] How about your name? Mine's Zhane.
never
Javert freezes with his hand shoved in his pocket, balking dubiously. What is this young man implying? That they search the premises for charity-clothes, or worse, steal from an unassuming dresser in a tucked-away room?
That cannot be right. His eyes narrow to threatening slits, and he searches Zane closely for any hint of a hair out of place. His scrutiny yields nothing he recognizes as miscreant. He can read plainly on Zhane's face and in his overall character that he is an open sort, not at all like the scoundrels of Paris's underbelly.
The abrupt steeliness in his face softens, subsumed by a discordant uncertainty. His brows knit, confused, and instead of stamping his foot and insisting he is not a thief, he takes a different (but no less firm) approach.]
It is Javert, [he mumbles, drying off both hands on the towel. He raises his chin from his chest, appending in a scolding tone,] And if you mean to root around another creature's things and help myself, I am up for nothing of the sort, regardless of my sorry state. These vile clothes will do until I can find a decent laundress.
Which begs to wonder.
[Javert gestures with the towel.]
Where and how did you get this?
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Just as quickly as the accusations come out, Zhane holds up both hands to protest his innocence. ]
This might be a different planet, and I'm not happy about being kidnapped, but I didn't steal anything. Honest. I just asked someone for a towel, and they gave me one. Where she did.. oh! There. [ Zhane waves with enthusiasm at one of the revelers, a native to this place, who smiles shyly and gives him a little wave. He can hardly help that he is charming enough naturally to charm one of the fae. He did promise to save a dance for her later.
So, you see, Javert, there is no theft going on here, unless unknowingly stealing a fae heart is a crime. ]
I just asked her for help, I didn't think a napkin was gonna cut it. Not everyone is a bad person here, you can learn a lot about a place by talking with the people who call it home.
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--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.
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