folkooc | August 2022 Test Drive Meme

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August 2022 Test Drive Meme

AUGUST 2022 TDM

INTRODUCTION

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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.

[ Prompt One ★ Prompt Two]

Summer Is Over

Content Warnings: snakes, cultists, optional violence.

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.

Plaid Shirt Days and Nights

Content Warnings: Optional themes of identity and school trauma.

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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Apple Picking

Clint had gone apple picking with his kids before both on the farm and in other places, so it was a familiar activity that seemed safer to do with a stranger then running around the property and getting touchy feely or anything like that. He does keep a close eye on the older looking trees though curious about them, but knowing better than to get close. He was the king of getting other people out of trouble not getting into it himself.

He makes sure to keep an eye on his partner too, but given he can't hear as well as most other people he does turn around at one point and realise his partner is walking towards the trees. He starts running in their direction trying to get to them before they grab one of the apples. "Oh COME ON," he calls out, "Can't I have one quiet day?"

Makeover, Makeover

Clint was not a clothes horse by any stretch of the imagination, but it was a beautiful day, nothing had tried to kill him yet and he was enjoying poking his head into various shops and exploring the things on display. He slid into one of the clothing stores and frowned as he watched someone trying to choose an outfit.

He had watched both his wife and daughter wear that expression more than once and had often been roped into helping them choose an outfit when he was home long enough to do so. Walking up to the person and making sure they could see them, he pointed to a colorful looking outfit with a smile.

He also made sure his hearing aides were in and on so he didn't have to fumble with sign language for the conversation. "That one might work," he offers with a slight smile.

Wildcard

[Interested in something else with Clint, throw up a prompt or suggest something and I'll roll with it.]

Natasha normally goes with black, dark blues, whites and greys when it comes to clothing. They're easy to accessorize with, classy, and make it easier for any recon and stealth missions she needs to do. However, this particular shop seemed to call to her and she doesn't really have much else to wear now that she's here. If nothing else, she can window shop for future purchases.

Currently, she has a emerald green shift dress held up against her body as she looks into the mirror. She doesn't have anywhere to wear it, but it is pretty. And, well, that voice, she knows it really well.

"I'm thinking that it might, but I don't really have anywhere to show it off at." She moves the dress to get closer and check him over for any injuries. "It's about time you showed up."

Clint is tempted to say something along the lines of "You can celebrate being alive," but he doesn't, he can't. He's just glad to see Nat again in any form. "Do you need a reason," he asks with a shrug. "I tell Laura all the time if it's pretty and you like it we'll find a reason."

He gives her a slight smile. "So I'll say it to you too Nat. If it's pretty and you like it...we'll find a reason."

She always celebrates being alive, but that's a story for a different day. And something that Clint would understand all too well with her. It's not like her life has ever been easy.

"How are Laura and your daughter?" She's never been crazy enough to get close to his family but that was more for their safety than anything else. Him being so dedicated to his family has made her feel like she needs to make sure that she keeps him alive so he can keep returning to them. She owes him too much already.

"Well, I do deserve something pretty after helping expose HYDRA and dealing with Senate Defense Committees." She holds the dress back up to her body. "What do you really think? I'm trying for something not black for a change."

Ah that comment cleared up Nat's timeline and Clint made a mental note of it. "They're good," he says, unsure of how to bring up his sons as well since he now had two of them in addition to Lalia. "Laura took to retirement well and Lalia has two brothers to annoy now so she's never bored." Once an agent always an agent handing out information carefully to answer a question or two that hadn't been asked.

"I'm still mad I wasn't there when you did that. I would have loved to see Peirce's face when you busted Hydra," he admits as he looks over the dress. He nods at it. "I say buy it. You'd look great in it."

Natasha looks Clint over very carefully. He's older than she remembers, holds himself differently. It doesn't take her long and she bites back a sigh. "I'm glad. I know that you two wanted more children and I hope that Laila remembers to teach your boys that they should never pick on their sister because she can kick their asses."

She tries for a smile, letting him know without words that she'd have liked to have him with her when going up against Pierce, Rumlow, and the rest of their cronies. "Well, I did have Steve, Sam and Fury, so I guess I can't complain about it too much. Although, I got shot again, and you know how much I love that."

Her smile turns genuine as she folds the dress over her arm. "You didn't just come in here to help me buy a dress, did you, Clint? That seems like such a waste of your talents."

Clint chuckles quietly and nods. "Believe me she does....she really does. she's becoming more and more like Laura every day." And Clint couldn't be more proud of that. He wants only the best for his kids and wants them to choose their own path in life in the way he really never got to. "It drives the boys crazy sometimes, but that's siblings for you." Not that Clint would have a good indicator of a healthy sibling relationship given his own was so broken.

He smiles. "Yeah I heard...you three made a good team even though Steve should have been a little more careful pissing off the government. Still hated that I missed out...I worry about you when I can't watch your back Nat."

"I don't know....I kind of was just wandering around and felt called to come in here,": he explains. He understood in a small way what he was meant to do here and maybe he was looking for someone to guide or help already.

"That sounds like trouble. For you." Natasha is glad to hear that things have settled down for Clint. She just hopes that he's staying out of trouble with the rest of the Avengers and doing something that will keep him safe so that he can continue to return to his family.

And she has no idea about the sibling aspect. She's an orphan from Soviet Russia.

"Steve has a very rigid moral compass. I don't necessarily disagree with him, but it would be helpful if he learned to bend a bit more." She can't help but smile at the comment about watching her back. "Well, I generally don't get shot when I team up with you, but that's hardly his fault."

When going up against The Winter Soldier, only getting shot once is like walking away in pristine condition. Although, this is now the second time the bastard has shot her.

"Hm, Steve told me this entire place is basically magic, so it might be that. It makes as much sense as anything else."

Clint Barton | MCU | Familar

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