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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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[Sam falls into step with her, nodding.] The plan's all coming together. Gotta love it.
[He fishes the relic out of his pocket as they make their way down the path they've chosen. The signs of autumn are certainly something. In fact, they're something downright beautiful. He'll just snap a photo and then hold it out to Ellana to look at.] What do you think? Pretty, right?
[Check that one off? As for her question] I haven't seen much of this place yet, so I'm not sure how different it is, but yeah. We've got photography. Cameras on our phones right in our pockets these days. They come in handy. If you're from pre-cameras, my world would look pretty weird to you. Lots of technology. Planes, trains and automobiles. Occasionally alien invasions.
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Prettier than a portrait.
( Then again, she might just be biased toward nature scenery. Everything else is simply part of a game they volunteered to play with the Fox in whatever manner; autumn being beautiful is something she can appreciate for its own sake.
He uses words she's still trying to frame as understandable, but has to smile and shake her head. Keeping track of phones, planes, trains, automobiles? There was plenty of technology on her world, in her opinion, just not those as far as she knows. Not yet? )
Here we have to settle for kingdoms and empires invading each other. ( A further pause, and a lean a tad in, to conspiratorially confess: ) Mind refreshing me on what aliens specifically are for you, again?
( Foreign is the word in her lexicon, but if it's just "invaded by the foreign" she hardly sees how that's more foreign than his technology words, thus indicating it may mean more than she associates. Leaves crunch underfoot, a gentler breeze winding through the trees on either side and tugging loose leaves in ones and twos and threes, to send them spinning down in lazy, gentle spirals around them. )
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[But oh right, yes, that. He nods.]
Aliens -- in my experience -- are beings from other planets. Some are cool. I mean, fairly chill not trying to take over the planet, good to grab a drink with. Others? They're the more invade and kill and enslave everybody type. Much less cool.
[Even as he's chatting away, he'll snap a photo of the the ground, of both their feet as they step through the delightfully crisp leaves.
Some of his steps in general may meander just enough so that he can step on a particularly crunchy looking leaf before he course-corrects.]
And then, aside from aliens, there's wizards and androids to worry about. The big three, you know?
dives back in, please feel free to drop if feels too late!
( Said with a half smile, more an observation than anything about gladness that people go to war. War is not kindness, and no iteration of it she's survived or been adjacent to or been caught up in has been good in its process.
Then there's his description of aliens, and she doesn't stop herself from laughing. The leaves feel pleasant underfoot, not too dry, thankfully not too waterlogged. Her toes dig in some, enjoying the overall experience. )
Really, aside from being home grown, sounds like home. Androids are another new one, and wizards just sounds like mages calling themselves something else for this or that reason—oh, that's exciting. Do I get to be part of their numbers? I've been a big target before, not sure so much a big three.
( Here still looking particularly amused. Even flashing a smile, which is genuine enough, because really. Please don't worry about the former Inquisitor, she promises that she was not either part of what was attempting to end the world: only to halt that particular ending. )
Now what about time travel? Any of those paradoxes finding a way into your life?