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TDM II
Welcome to the The Ton's second Test Drive Meme!
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🌿 Arrival • Welcome Drinks • The Greenhouse Effect • Skinny Dipping • Give You Butterflies [NSFW] • That Belongs in A Museum • Jump to Comments 🌿
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I. WELCOME
You don't remember when or where you fell asleep exactly...
Perhaps it's the tickling sensation of a low hanging tree branch brushing against your nose or the feel of the slightly damp grass underneath you that causes you to awaken but when you do you'll find yourself lying amongst a glade of wisteria trees. You're not alone - nymphs of the trees laugh and dance about you, clearly amused at the new arrival. Along with them, your new loyal servant is here on Pheme's bidding. How this servant looks is different to each arrival. Some are saddled with short, stout butlers, others are welcomed by towering, busty maids. Regardless of their appearance, they introduce themselves with a kindness and warmth that is simultaneously reassuring and strangely impossible to resist when they beckon you to follow them from the grove and out into the city of Andovale.
The closest structure within sight is the Palace and its grounds. It is here that the Lady Pheme resides and from here that she rules over the city, your servant explains to you. You have been selected and brought here personally by her. It is she who assigned the servant to guide you through the regency-inspired city that is your new home.
Eventually, they will bring you to your new residence within the outskirts of somewhere called the "Trade Quarter". You are now the resident of a room within one of the many imposing town houses which make up the Grand Crescent. Throughout your stay here the servant will be your own personal butler or maid. This is where all new arrivals will be living for the time being you are told. Your servant will also give you a crash course on life here and the concept of Thumos - the energy or life force that keeps Andovale and all life within it going - including you now that you are here. It's generated through acts of intimacy, whether that be physical or emotional.
Once you have been shown to your room, you are given two things: a network communication device and a letter. The letter reads as follows:

My dearest reader,
Welcome to Andovale.
The delights of our fair city are yours to explore.
I do hope that you make your stay here a most interesting one. I shall be frightfully disappointed if you do not - and we do not want that, do we?
You will hear from me again very soon.
Yours Truly,

Lady Pheme
You are free to wander about and explore the house and its surroundings as you please. It's certainly spacious enough. As well as your own quarters, each of the townhouses of the Grand Crescent have large communal areas, which includes the kitchens (although why you'd like to go there when your servant can fetch any delicacies you'd like for you!), a dining room, a parlour with its own small library, two drawing rooms (somewhere you can go to chill out basically - harp music anyone?) and a generously sized garden.
Strangely, unlike most accurate regency townhouses, there do not appear to be any servant's quarters - perhaps these servants don't need to rest? Or they go somewhere else entirely for that?
Why not introduce yourself to your new housemates? Or enjoy some tea and cakes that have been prepared for you personally by your retainer, which they seem to keep insisting on bringing to you?
II. AN INVITATION
Whether you're brand new to Andovale or a an establishedif a little unwillingresident by now, your assigned maid or butler will track you down. They are not empty-handed and they carry a silver tray, upon which is an envelope with a wax seal bearing the letter "P". Inside the envelope is an invitation. An invitation from your benevolent ruler, Lady Pheme herself.
Each character will receive an invitation identical in wording to the one below:

EVENT AT THE PLEASURE GARDENS
YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME HERE
Is requested to attend an exclusive event at the PLEASURE GARDENS, on 27th of May current.
Admission to the attraction begins at 6 o'clock p. m.
Wear something green for this special occasion.
Lady Pheme
Your servant can help you find something appropriate to wear - or not appropriate, the choice is entirely yours, after all. If you decide to go with their guidance, it is notable that they seem a little less decisive in the sort of outfit you should be wearing for this event - only, as Pheme said, that it should be something green. An evening gathering surely must require formal wear though and they will eventually press upon you the importance of wearing Regency Full Dress for the night ahead.
You may come to regret this.
Note: Even though it's a little different from the norm, this event will still count as a ball and all attendees will get 10 Reputation Points✨, just for showing up and looking respectable. Indulging with the theme and wearing an acceptable green outfit will also gain attendees a further 5 Points✨.
CW: alcohol
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So, you've received an exclusive invitation to the Pleasure Gardens' latest pop-up attraction from Lady Pheme herself? How exciting! Ordinarily, the Gardens are open to anyone willing to pay the small amount of Thumos required to enter, but tonight it seems that only those brought in from other worlds are permitted access. You're getting an exclusive preview of the attraction, one of the guards at the gates tells you.
One of their colleagues will escort you down the torch flame lit pathways, through the gardens to the centre - the open space where all events like this take place.
Tonight, that open space is not so open. Besides the vast outdoor ballroom floor, in front of you is a giant glass house - basically, a large fancy green house between you and I. These are often found at grand country houses to show off and cultivate exotic, never before seen plants from far off lands. You've been brought here for the unveiling of this attraction. How such a thing could possibly be temporary seems highly improbable, but that's Pheme for you.
Feel free to begin the evening with mingling and dancing as befitting of any ball, but before the night is over you will feel yourself propelled forward to join the queue to get into the "Palm House," almost as if an invisible hand is shoving you forwards. You're even handed an extremely green and theme appropriate alcoholic beverage to consume in the queue while you wait. It's all very civilised.
Oddly, this drink won't get you drunk in the usual way, despite the alcohol content. Instead you will find yourself imbued with a hefty sense of glee and eagerness for adventure. It's all to help ease you into this experience, after all.
You're admitted to the Palm House one at a time - it's fine, you'll see your friends inside! Just as you set foot through the doors, your head is filled with the sound of a woman's voice, soft and beguiling:
"Dearest gentle member of the ton - what happens in the Palm House, stays in the Palm House. You are free tonight."Note: For those that don't drink, there's also an alcohol free version. It looks completely identical to the boozy version.
Whether that drink has got you in the spirit or not, entering the Palm House is worth your while. All of those who enter will instantly receive 20 Reputation Points✨. And in case it wasn't already obvious, on this very special of occasions and the debut of her attraction, Pheme is turning a blind eye to what happens to you all in there. These things need a whole lot of Thumos to run properly and some of you will be doing her a huge favour... you just don't know it yet.
There will be no NPCs present in the Palm House, only your characters. Tonight is an exclusive preview for Pheme's Chosen, after all.
Entering the Palm House is a rather surreal experience to say the least. Sure, it looked pretty grand from the outside, but that's nothing compared to what greets you inside...
You might have been expecting a typical large tropical greenhouse as per any botanical garden visit, if such things exist to you back home. However, this particular green house appears to contain nothing less than a few dozen acres of rain forest. If the word "Tardis" resided in the vocabulary of the Ton's residents then it would surely be applied here. Pheme's out to show off again.
The moment you take a step or two through that door you feel strangely disoriented. Take a few steps more - perhaps you change your mind and decide to head back to the door you just came through. Only when you do, you'll find that the door is no longer there.
There is another door out of here but that involves crossing the length of the exhibit - and as you can now see quite clearly, that is not going to be such an easy task. There are paths to take and to (hopefully) stick to, but they seem to crisscross at every turn you take and go in all different directions. Thick rainforest surrounds you on all sides, its dense foliage extending towards what you can see of the glass ceiling and the night sky beyond that.
Pheme hasn't been quite cruel enough to leave you wandering through the rainforest by moonlight alone. Many of the plants here glow with an unnaturally bright bioluminescence - and there is more. Every now and again during your travels you will see the light of a of lantern darting amongst the trees, accompanied by alluring and lilting female voices, often laughing with delight. They might seem a little familiar to you.
It seems that the tree nymphs (or dryads) from the wisteria grove have sisters and they're making themselves quite at home in the Palm House. If you happen to catch a decent view of one of them, you'll find yourself face to face with quite possibly one of the most beautiful - not to mention scantily clad - women you have ever laid eyes on. They won't stick around long though. Make the mistake of trying to follow one of them and you'll find yourselves off the path and even more lost and disoriented than you were before.
You might be really regretting your choice of dress right about now - even if you are camouflaged with all of the greenery.Note: If your character does not manage to find the exit (or one of the magic wreaths mentioned below) then they will only remain trapped in the Palm House until dawn. After that time period they will themselves slipping into a deep slumber, only to awaken right back in their cosy bed within the Grand Crescent (or wherever they've now made their home) a few hours later. You can thank your servant for that.
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CW: large bodies of water, possible nudity
Unsurprisingly, it's hot in the forest, and the chances are that you didn't exactly come in here dressed for this.
While the dryads have made themselves at home on the land inside the Palm House, their naiad cousins (or water nymphs) have made themselves comfortable within the many rainforest pools. You can hear their delighted giggling as you traverse the forest and they will even call out to you in alluring tones, somehow knowing your name. It's impossible to resist following the sound and when you do you'll find yourself in front of one of the many pools that can be found within the Palm House.
Oddly, there is no sign of the naiads now that you're here. The water is beautifully crystal clear and dappled with the snatches of moonlight managing to shine through the forest canopy. That water is calling out to you, to drink and to bathe - you will feel an overwhelming compulsion to start removing your stuffy clothing, dive right in and cool down.
It's fine, after all, there's no one else around. Yet.
Just be care those pesky water nymphs don't hide your clothes.
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CW: sex, aphrodisiac, sex pollen, insects
It's not just nymphs and you lot making yourselves at home in the Palm House.
Often mistaken for moths, there's one species group of nocturnal butterflies, but their wings are dull, plain, and uninteresting. Clearly not a good fit for a glorious Palm House, designed by Pheme herself. That is precisely why Pheme has created her own, never before seen species of night butterfly, especially for this occasion.
Their wings are like gossamer, beautifully transparent like a ordinary glasswing butterfly but these ones glow in the dark. You probably encounter one or two as you make your way through the rainforest, but the longer you spend in here, the more the butterflies begin to swarm. Looking up and you'll see a "kaleidoscope" high above your heads, hundreds of them flocking together in a brightly glowing mass above the treeline. The display is only brief, but it leaves you with a strange yet probably not unfamiliar feeling.
You see, these butterflies have been carrying pollen on their bodies and legs, as butterflies often do, helping to spread the stuff. It seems whatever plant they have recently been feeding from has some very curious properties... and you can probably guess where this is going.
You feel hot - even more than you already did being stuck in a tropical forest. Not only that, you feel the strongest desire for physical intimacy. Effects vary depending on how much pollen you've been doused with, but you still have a deep, desperate need to do something about it. For those most strongly affected and desiring the ultimate, touching yourself may bring some relief. That may very well be your first thought to try, but some is the operative word here.
That person you've always had a flirtation with? Now is the time. You have to have them. You have to have each other. Or maybe you've just met this person, here, in the rainforest today? Maybe you're two people who ordinarily don't even like each other? Perhaps there's more than two of you?
It doesn't matter. You won't rest until you've gotten that release.Note: The butterflies swarm covers a wide enough area that you can be anywhere within the Palm House when their pollen hits. While this is obviously a sex pollen prompt, players can choose how strongly their characters have been affected. It may be that they only got the lightest dousing of pollen and kissing is enough to satisfy them. On the other hand, maybe they got so covered in the stuff that only doing the deed will do. The choice is yours.
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CW: chance for NSFW
So, you're not having much luck navigating your way out of this foliage filled nightmare? There is another way out. At some point on your travels, one of the naiads will take pity on you and try to help you out: "Find one of the wreaths!"
Deeper into the greenhouse, or this pseudo rainforest as it basically is, you'll find ancient Greek laurel wreaths made of pure gold. They might be just lying on the ground, or up a tree, or under the water in one of the forest pools... The choice is yours as to where you find it, We'll leave that entirely to your discretion.
It will take quite some doing given how far into the jungle these treasures are, but should you manage to find one, upon contact, it will teleport you, and whoever you might be holding onto, out of the greenhouse and right back to the entrance to the Pleasure Gardens again.
The wreaths won't be easy to find, and you'll face many obstacles along the way. Some set to distract you entirely from your goal, which is get the hell out of here. Unless you actually like it in here? You do you, boo. We're not judging.
The teleportation abilities of the wreaths themselves can only be activated by generating a small amount of Thumos between yourself and another first, another naiad will explain. That means no grabbing one for yourself and hightailing it out of here! Oh no, no, no. What about your chums? It would not be seemly to leave them in the lurch, after all.Note: Obviously more than one character can use one of these wreaths to teleport out of the Palm House, as long as each of you has a hand on the item and you have generated Thumos between all of you then it will work.
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Wildcard
To assist you with inspiration our full list of Andovale's locations can be found here.
Want to play something that isn't listed here? Go ahead!
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Your accent is familiar to me, Astrelle. I--
[ The itching under the leaf suddenly grew from a smoldering annoyance into a flaming pain. The eye beneath watered heavily, allowing the plant's seed to coat his skin with great ease. It hurt more by the second, and the elf finally collapsed downward, clawing the leaf from his eye beneath the water and scrubbing hard at his face where it had rested. Nothing helped, of course. ]
Frkble [ The bubbles floating from his mouth carried a masked obscenity into the air. ]
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Jetamont? [ She breathed, uncertain if she ought to help him and his eye problem, or if she was better off letting him take care of it himself. After all, without her tome, she didn't have as easy an access to magic as, say, a thaumaturge. ]
Gods be good, do not drown yourself!
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It took him several moments, but he eventually managed to contain the flare of pain encompassing his uncovered eye. Focusing intently, the elezen was able to regain his composure, slowly rising from the water to stand with a hand over the inflamed flesh. He lowered it to the water, but the eye remained closed, swollen shut and discolored an unseemly red. ]
Well, it seems you have little to worry yourself about, stranger. [ There was a noted emphasis on the final word, as if daring her to prove him mistaken. ] I will not be seeing anything any time soon.
[ As for what Astrelle saw, it was similar enough, after a fashion. His hair was its familiar black, but it looked somehow less artificial in color. His body teemed with scars, including a particularly vivid one around the base of his throat, its shape a thick circle that traced around the front half. There was a vibrancy to his skin that told of the benefits of youth untamed despite the many scars networking his dark olive skin. ]
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We are hardly strangers, but you look as though you've... you look odd. Inflamed eye and nudity notwithstanding. You should likely remove yourself from the water. I'll help you find a way back.
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Nudity? Odd?
[ There it was again. His keenness appeared to be dulling by the second. The past five minutes flashed back through his mind's eye, and he realized why he was even here. At her invitation to escape, he nodded. A smirk she would definitely recognize grew over his expression of confusion and pain. This territory felt quite familiar, at least.]
Lead me, then.
[ He relaxed into a dancer's posture: legs together, feet pointed forward, and one hand extended, as if inviting her to tango. ]
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Very well. Where did you lay your clothing? I'll fetch mine first, before we pull you from the pool.
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Behind me, of course. A large tree overhangs the shore. Somewhere near there. I can likely wander back if you do not mind abandoning a blinded man to a strange forest.
[ After a moment of consideration, he recalled she somehow knew him. He could not decide whether that was good or bad. At least she had not seemed aggressive aside from bleating about propriety. Frowning, he asked a question. ]
From whence is your knowledge of a man called Jetatmont?
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From whence? It is you, isn't it? Strangely younger, besides. I've known you for several moons now, and you have spent many of them vexing me.
[ There are shades of affection in her voice. From friendship, most likely. ] Hand, please, let us get to your clothes.
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I did not ask you who I am. I know who I am. You do not sound familiar, aside from the accent you affect.
[ Despite the conversational nature of his voice, there was an edge to his words, and it was not a kind one. Suspicion crept in with each of his declarations. Was this truly a person he might have known? Regardless, he was now blind, and she seemed much less dangerous than irritating. Given the ache in his eye, he could handle her particular hive-generating behavior. He extended a hand once again. This time with no pomp, simply lifting it out towards her voice. He bit back another snide comment and expressed muted gratitude. ]
Thank you for your help.
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I affect no accent; I am an Ishgardian, as you well know. Are you saying you've never met me, Astrelle Rainier?
[ She is concerned at this. Perhaps whatever had made him young also had made him forget her? What an awful way to reunite!
Or the perfect way, depending on one's view of it.
She leads him to the tree he indicated. Unlike with Luis, the soft, rosy feeling of Thumos generation hadn't started. Perhaps because the both of them were not exactly in a situation where this was needed. Necessity, instead of comfortability. ]
And you're welcome, though you've a funny way of showing it.
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I have not been to Ishgard since the end of the Dragonsong War. My work there came to an abrupt end. I do not recall you, truly.
[ Perhaps against his better judgement, he opted for plain truth, avoiding more creative manifestations of reality that would perhaps serve him better in extracting her knowledge without sharing much of his own. Something told him her frustration was earnest, and not simply for having her bath interrupted.
In a stroke of fortune he was not aware had been granted to him, his clothes had remained where they were left. Astrelle could see they were neatly folded and placed out of obvious sight. She would recognize the coloring of them: a grey so dark as to seem black along with highlights in red, the colors of the Maelstrom. Jetamont moved to the spot unerringly once brought within the general vicinity, using the tree as a guide.
He first plucked up a thin set of linen leggings to at least cover his most glaring improprieties. Once those were adorned, he chose to wait on completing his dress. He was still quite wet, and these were expensive leathers. The leggings were certainly tight fitting, proving only slightly better than being completely nude, depending on one's imagination. Turning back to where he recalled Astrelle standing, he paused, hands on hips. The posture was considering, not argumentative, as was his tone. ]
What would you have of me, Lady Rainier? I am clearly in your debt, to some extent. [ His hair clung about his face, mostly covering the unsightly rash growing over the irritated eye. He appeared willing enough to ignore his own state given the challenge to his pride and honor. ]
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Not possible, ser. We met well after that war was through.
Stay put for a moment, I need to find my own clothing, lest I be caught unawares.
[ The sound of sloshing water follows as she gamely makes her way back to the small hidden area where her own clothes were.... not.
Where did they go? What had possibly become of them. ]
You may wish to find your own way out... I seem to have misplaced my gown.
[ Halone forgive her. ]
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Questions of my provenance aside, there is no reason for you to walk out of here naked.
[ The elezen pointed the tip of his held knife towards the pile of clothing still folded up nearby. ]
It may not be an excellent fit, but a coat and pants should protect your virtue, Lady Rainier. There are a great many belts. You should be able to do something with them.
[ There was a depth of calm in his tone that was very much at odds with the chaos of the moment. For whatever reason, he seemed completely in control of his thoughts just then. He set the edge of his knife to the branch, tilting is head as he focused on her direction. ]
Cover up. I am going nowhere just now. You may stay with me or seek your exit. It is of course your choice.
And please. Call me Peregrine.
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[ There were a great many belts there, and weapons. Where had he hidden all of those knives? ]
And why "Peregrine", may I ask? I have always called you "Jetamont."
[ Did this man really wear leather pants? In this weather? He must have been wearing them when he was transported here; otherwise, she presumed he would be in the breeches many of the men wore, made of linen or good cotton. ]
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[ Now that the initial shock of the day's events began to wane, Jetamont felt he could finally breathe again. It was a simple thing to affect a polite yet aloof nonchalance. He was far from comfortable, but that was nothing new.
As for his garments, she would note that the leather was at least lined with a soft cotton to prevent chaffing and other discomforts typically associated with the material. It was incredibly supple and well-tailored. There were some signs of wear, but it was clearly a garment of which he took great care.
He kept his gaze in her direction, using the sound of her voice and footfalls to keep track of her position relative to him.]
A greenhouse, is it? So you know where we are, then?
[ To her final question, he gave a small shrug. ]
As I said, it is the name by which I am known. Any other is only given to those I have called fr-- [ His voice trailed off into silence, though he quickly took another tack. ]
Tell me something you know, then. It need not be major. What do you know of a Jetamont?