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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.
no subject
Of course!
[Elisabet's voice is not soft or shy, but is earnest like she's giving her word on this. Without further hesitation, she drops straight from the tree limb she's perched on to the ground, landing lightly, though there's a brief moment where he feet seem less like feet and more like a splash of shadow. She reaches down to pick up another blade, a short sword, her other hand reaching for the knife she'd snatched earlier.]
You should all turn around now! This won't end well, and it's not worth dying over one apple!
[The approaching masked scythe wielding people do not seem to agree, still steadily marching forward until two dart forward simultaneously towards them, scythes swinging.]
(CW: teenage tyke bomb, homicidal tendencies, blood)
"If they're not him on on your side, they're an enemy. And what do we do with enemies?"
We stop them. "And if we can't stop them?" We kill them. it was something Dezba had been preparing herself for ever since her first memories. she knew she was part of the prophecy, not as a general but as a soldier. that was her place.
but she's not entirely sure what to make of Elisabet, but there's no time to think on that for their 'guests' seemed far from friendly.
we kill them.
scythes. potentially lethal as long as one didn't overcompensate, depending on the reach to do the trick. easy to duck underneath and crowd the one wielding it before they could course-correct. one knife to the heart, the other cutting them ear to ear, the spray of blood impossible to avoid, planting her off-foot on their chest next to the knife, then kicking them free, the body falling to the ground in a heap]
That one considered it worthwhile. [again, very quiet, very shy. she may as well be discussing the weather]
CW: more murder, more blood
None of that matters though. Right now, there are people who seem very much like they want to do them harm, and Elisabet has a fundamental problem with that. She watches the woman beside her take down one of their assailants. Oh! She's very good. Very quick. Good.
The first thing Elisabet does is throw the knife she'd picked up, the blade sailing and striking true, embedding itself in the masked figure's throat. Elisabet is in motion right behind it, her human form dissolving into a mass of writhing shadow, moving faster than it has any right to, retrieving the dagger and dragging it out at an angle.
Elisabet resettles into her human shape as the masked attacker drops at her feet.]
Now would be a very excellent time to give up. [She informs the remaining mask wearers still half surrounding them.]
CW: more murder, more blood
after all, she knows that there will always be people who mean her harm. it's the nature of the prophecy. she's known that for as long as she can remember and has been trained to defend herself ever since.
and when the other woman transforms into shadows, that is impressive. she's almost envious, but envy is a useless emotion.
in the meantime, she's cut another assailant's throat nearly to the spine, holding herself and her knives in a state of readiness for anything]
I agree. Leave now, and keep your lives. Stay and more of your brethren will die for nothing. [again, matter-of-fact, like discussing the weather]
CW continues
Maybe it would be easier for them to decide if we left. What do you think?
[This is Elisabet's plan anyway, a hasty retreat since she doesn't particularly want to kill everyone here over an apple. ...she does pick up the fallen apple before she starts backing away though. For all the trouble, she's taking this with her.]
CW continues!
I...guess that would work? [she doesn't sound positive it will work. she's used to opponents who wouldn't give up no matter what.
when the others arrive in New York, then she'll see. but now? the cultists seem like prey.
taking the apple seems oddly fanciful, but she supposes her companion knows what she's doing.
once they're away from the cultists, Dezba relaxs slightly]
How--how could you do that thing. With the shadows. Nothing I've ever been taught was like that.
no subject
[Done with that, Elisabet will actually retreat like she suggested along with the other woman. When the retreat appears to work, she lets her shoulders relax the tense line they'd been keeping.]
Hmm?
[A soft hum at the question before it registers.] Oh, that. I'm a ninja. [She is absolutely not a ninja, but that's what she's been told her entire life and is the easier truth to voice than the actual truth, even to herself.]
That's my natural form, I guess. The one I was born in, anyway. I'm Elisabet Groeneveldt.
no subject
and retreat seems to be working? she's a little surprised, she'd been taught to go after opponents who wouldn't let themselves be defeated unless it was with crushing force]
A...ninja? [she's heard of those. or more accurately, Ajei liked to watch old movies electronically smuggled in about them. and since Ajei liked them, Dezba would watch them, too]
That...must be very powerful magic. [but she's willing to let the subject drop if need be] It's good to meet you. I'm Dezba Mulcahy. I'm from...all over the USA. Never one place more than a week.