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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
( she says, even while glancing around and setting her apple filled basket, bucket, whatever it's properly called on the ground. the weapons weren't part of the warning, which is why she doesn't repeat no... that and the fact he's an adult. he's capable of making his own decisions, for better or worse.
her hands curl around each other and watches, taking a cautious step forward, then dancing closer to the line of trees, at a wider angle to see more of what's lying beneath. )
Are those all swords?
no subject
He had an audience?
...he did have an audience.]
Not just swords. [Said loudly enough to carry.] I see an axe, a couple of-
[He mimed bashing someone's head in with an object, as he tried to remember the word for a mace-]
Club?
[Close enough, sometimes you can't remember the word for a thing.]
All pretty old. If it wasn't for the fact they're all half-buried I would've guessed something happened here- you know, like a fight.
[His hand hovered over a hilt, him trying to decide if he really needed an old knife and...no, no he does not. (At least, not yet.) He stood again.]
You ever dealt with something like this?
no subject
Um... not exactly, unless any of them are spirits?
( old enough to have gained a spirit, which she thinks is entirely possible. she's seen the river spirit here, an older dragon like the one at the bath house after it'd been cleaned. )
The Fox said we shouldn't take the apples. Could those be from people who did? She didn't say touching anything else was a bad idea.
( Her eyes drift up to the very conspicuous apples once more, and she shudders. )
You don't see any, um. No bones?
no subject
No bones.
[And now the young girl is getting most of his attention. (Not all of it, he was standing next to some potentially booby trapped apple trees and devoting all of his attention away from them seemed like a profoundly bad idea, but a decent chunk of it.)]
I don't think they're from the people who took apples, or at least not just from the people who took apples. See-
[And he's instinctively fishing for a knife, before remembering that, oh, right, they were mugged. So instead, he's holding his spoon like he's going to murder someone with it, as he has done in the past. Bear with him.]
If I was fighting for my life I'd be holding my knife like this, right? And if I ended up dropping it...
[And he's dropping his spoon, just letting it clatter to the dirt. Point being, it wasn't dramatically buried.]
Even if one guy managed to get his sword - or whatever - buried in the ground before ending up impaled, that doesn't mean all of them would've. So, either someone took the time to arrange the weapons after the fact, or-
[Or they're something else.
Speaking of, this has reminded him that he's low on knives and he's going to look at the weapons to see if he can find one that looks...right, because, murder aside, knives and daggers and small bladed items are just useful in general. Sometimes you needed to cut things.
Is he going to take one?
Uncertain. Currently leading no, can be persuaded to tempt fate via a convincingly neat looking knife.]
no subject
It's a silly thought, and she shakes it off with a brushing of her hands down her shirt and a nod to the man for his explanation. )
Someone could have put them here, or they're... spirits themselves?
( She frowns, looking to the swords and knives and axes and everything else... then comes to her own determination. Bowing toward them, Chihiro says, )
Sorry if I was being rude! I hope you all get to um. Rest well? For all the work you've done!
( ... not that anything responds, because these are not tsukomogami, but better safe than sorry and with an angry dagger spirit chasing after you. )