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August 2022 Test Drive Meme
AUGUST 2022 TDM
INTRODUCTION
Welcome to Folkmore's monthly Test Drive Meme! Please feel free to test drive any and all characters regardless of your intent to apply or whether you have an invite or not.
All TDMs are game canon. You can choose to have your TDM thread be your introduction thread upon acceptance or start fresh. Each TDM will provide a scenario for how characters arrive in-game that particular month.
Playing TDMs will allow characters to immediately obtain canon items from homes especially weapons or other things they may have had on their person when they were pulled from their worlds! There will always be a prompt that provides some sort of "reward" to characters who complete certain tasks.
Current players are allowed to have in-game characters react to TDMs via the Network or make a log with the prompts. Current players are always encouraged to tag new people on the TDM!
TDM threads can be used for spoon spending at any time by characters accepted into the game.
Content Warnings: snakes, cultists, optional violence.
FALLING DOWN LIKE PIECES INTO PLACE
FALLING DOWN LIKE PIECES INTO PLACE
A breeze with the crisp smell of dying leaves caresses you awake. You sit up to find yourself in the middle of an apple orchard, rows spreading out in all directions. Mouth watering apples hang from the branches, and nobody will stop you from taking one. You can wander the orchard as long as you like, but eventually you will find yourself emerging into the front yard of a little farm. There’s a red barn with perfect white trim set far back, and to one side of the yard is a kiosk modeled to match the barn. This is staffed by a woman who sure looks a lot like the fox that brought you here.
On the side of the kiosk are advertised a few different items: pumpkin spice lattes, hot apple cider, cold alcoholic apple cider, and hot chocolate. The cider, you will be informed, is made on site. (But you have to be of legal age to be given that hard cider!)
There are two other things advertised: APPLE PICKING and a SCAVENGER HUNT.
“You need a buddy for those, though,” the woman running the kiosk will tell you. “Lucky for you there’s plenty of people you can pair up with.”
If you elect to try the scavenger hunt, you and your partner will be handed a piece of paper. On it reads the following:
TAKE A PICTURE OF THE FOLLOWING ON YOUR RELIC! :)
- YOU HOLDING HANDS WHILE YOU GO DOWN A PATH
- FEET WITH AUTUMN LEAVES
- SOMETHING YOU THINK IS TRULY BEAUTIFUL
- A GENUINE SMILE
“When you’re done, bring it back here and show me,” the woman instructs you. “You’ll get a prize if you do.”
It’s an easy enough list, right? Although you have to follow the instructions - you really DO have to find something you genuinely think is beautiful, and that smile can’t be forced! Those might require opening up to your partner a little bit!
If you succeed in the scavenger hunt, you will be gifted with an item from home.
Now, what if you decided to go apple picking?
You will be given a bucket. “Be careful to only pick apples from the trees in the rows,” the kiosk woman tells you with a secret smile. “You don’t want to bother the old trees off the path.”
Yeah. That sure sounds like a challenge, doesn’t it?
If you do stick to the orchard proper, you will be able to pick your fill of apples. All of them are crisp and sweet and delicious. But at some point you will see the other trees.
They’re both huge and old, standing on two sloping hills just past the orchard rows. One of them has apples red as blood, and the other apples gold as the sun. In the shade of these trees are weapons sticking half out of the earth, as if they were carelessly buried many years ago.
If you pick one of the red apples, you will find that you are suddenly besieged with huge snakes. They are as big as anacondas and an inky black that absorbs the light, with eyes the same red as the apples. They aren’t poisonous, but they bite and they crush, so you’ll have to fight them off at least long enough to run like hell!
If you pick the golden apples, a crowd of people will silently begin appearing from the orchard. They are all wearing animal masks… and they are all holding hand scythes. Uh oh. You’ll have to fight them off in order to escape! If you don’t manage that, well, in some places it’s traditional to have a big ol’ sacrificial bonfire…
All the weapons below the trees are non-enchanted items, but you may keep them.
Content Warnings: Optional themes of identity and school trauma.
IMAKEOVER MAKEOVER
SAVED BY THE BELL
IMAKEOVER MAKEOVER
Thirteen believes passionately in education. There are, after all, five academies in Folkmore all catering to different types of learning. While these academies are open year round, it becomes apparent if you walk through any of the districts housing shops that back to school is definitely a thing.
A new school year represents a chance to learn more about the world, and about yourself.
Also? It’s a great time for a makeover!
Yes, step into any of the shops selling clothing and accessories anywhere in Folkmore and you will find yourself passionately invested in helping another person discover who it is they want to look like! Do they want to look cool and aloof? Warm and approachable? Are they an e-boy or a cottagcore witch? Punk or prep? You two can figure it out together!
As you shop together you will find it easier and easier to open up to one another, sharing who it is you want to be.
You’ll also be able to score a sweet outfit. Nice.
SAVED BY THE BELL
Wander into any school in Folkmore and you will find a handmade poster instructing all new students and faculty to report to the auditorium. Normal enough, one supposes… but the moment you enter the room you will find reality swims all around you and all of a sudden you’re stuck in a school nightmare!
You know the kind. You’re late for class, no matter how fast you run. You’re in gym class, trying to climb that goddamn rope. You’re getting your books dumped. You’re naked and giving a book report.
These could be memories, but it’s just as likely that they aren’t - you and another person are just trapped in this cliche together. Whichever one of you is in the audience role could maybe help the other one out? Get them some pants or something? Yeah.
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"Why not just break the system then? I know I've been involved in several.... Wealth redestribution efforts... When rich idiots tried to take too much. If only a few people know how a system works, then only a few people will have eyes on any problems. That and... Numbers never work well in those systems in other ways."
"Yes. Red."
(CW: police state, executions, work camps)
"I'm...not sure if anyone knows how? Ajei says that we're kept stupid so that we can't find ways to fight back. And those who try don't...end well."
Public executions, mass hangings, firing squads. Anything and everything to keep the population afraid and willing to turn in their neighbor if it meant they got to keep their life and only spend a little while in a work camp.
"Then, I see red. Down there." Dezba pointed down the long, long hallway.
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She starts, and almost looks surprised, but still is mostly emotionless. "I'm surprised the UN allows that. How badly were you bombed when the Jovians attacked? I know America and Japan got bombed pretty badle, but the European Union, and most of the southern countries weren't... Well they didn't loose that much technology."
She then sighs, "Keeping people stupid never works forever. Eventually they realize they outnumber you."
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At Ruri's questions, Dezba's eyebrows furrowed slightly. "What's the UN? And Jovians? I'm--I'm sorry, but I've never heard of them before.
But that, that sounds hopeful. "Maybe that will happen? It all depends on what happens with the--the prophecy."
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Still she moves to check the door, "And we can hope that outside isn't... This."
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Dezba looks deeply relieved at being someplace which isn't the school. "I hope so. Maybe the outdoors will smell right?" Rust, dust, decay, pollution, and above all the rot of garbage
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She shrugs at that, "I'm from 2201. Was there another war? Maybe one of the colonies?"
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"No, no war. Not that I know of. Ajei might have known, but she's--not here. And USA doesn't bother with space anymore. And...I don't think there are any colonies." And she flushes, looking down. "I'm sorry. I honestly don't know. I might know later, but I'm not sure how that will work from here."
After all, at least five of the other soldiers were coming in from overseas. Smuggling them in would be a problem, but the knowledge they'd bring would be beyond valuable.
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She shoves open the door, "Let's solve the problems in front of us, before we start figuring out if this is some sort of quantum meeting point across using the infinite Earth theory. I'd need Omoikane to figure that one out."
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The sunlight which floods in once the door opens is nearly blinding, but in a good way, the best possible way. "All right. Where should we go from here?" She pushed a mass of red curls away from her face.
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She looks over at the other girl, "We should find you some more to wear first I think. Stolen locker clothes will only get you so far."
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"Yes. Yes, please. My outfit at work is--is one thing. But I need something else to wear. I don't know what they did with my things." They weren't much, but they were hers.
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She shakes her head, "Don't worry about spelling anything. It sounds like our worlds are very different. I've never heard of anyone having any spiritual powers other than... Yelling. Very loudly."
"Still, I'd like to believe our things are somewhere nearby."
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"It seems that way," she says, another small worry-line forming. She wonders how things will progress with the End of the World without her.
"If not, they need to refer us to someone to register complaints with." Inside the back pocket of her jeans shorts was her ancient, taped-together copy of "Sense and Sensibility." If she loses it, she'll be far more than upset.
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She shakes her head, magic is really not in Ruri's vocabulary. Sure singularity technology seems magical, but admitting that it does isn't a thing she knows how to do.
"Maybe we should find a squirt gun if it is." Not that she knows anything about animals either, other than she likes wearing cat ears because she thinks they are cute.
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Dezba is steeped in magic. Or at least what most call magic, she was taught to call it medicine, even though she was transformed by some of the darkest medicine into something more than human.
And that gets a sudden burst of laughter and a smile. "It couldn't hurt? Someone has to have answers and I fear that the fox will be...not exactly eager to tell her secrets." And she's embarrassed by her ears and tail. It was taking something sacred--dark, yet sacred--and playing her for the fool.