folkooc | August 2022 Test Drive Meme

AUGUST 2022 TDM

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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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Oh, really, now, it was only one apple. [He stopped then, turning in a whirl of indigo and gold cape, muted green eyes flaring with indignation and annoyance, and he raised his hands, mustering in his palms a wave of energy that he unleashed on their pursuers. His intention was not to harm the trees under which they now ran, but to disable the cultists and the shockwave from his palms threw them from their feet, weapons unhanded as they flew.] Just the one. Honestly.

[He shook his head, turning before they could recover and returning to Susan's side quickly.] Are the locals always so welcoming?

[Nevermind it was in defense of a tree he was warned about violating, or that he'd stolen that forbidden fruit.]

If they'll go to such measures for a single apple, why even have them? It's ridiculous to have an orchard no one can eat from. [and she raises an eyebrow, quite impressed with his magic] It may be an all too obvious allegory.

[at his question, she gives him a wry smile] Honestly, I'm unsure. I'm a new resident of this place. I take it you are as well?

[she probably would have wound up taking an apple herself, eventually, so it's rather nice to have found someone so capable of defense]

There are several hundred apple trees which were not warned against, I just found them boring.

[He shrugged as he joined her, really unbothered by the allegory in question.]

I am, and an orchard a rather strange place for an arrival, but here we are. I take it you've had a similar experience? [He pauses, but only briefly, before adding.] Ah, of course. [He placed a hand to his breast, bowing his head slightly in greeting.] I am Prince Loki of Asgard.

As did I. The more someone tells you not to touch or do as you please, the more likely they are to do it. I've seen it time and again.

[it makes her wonder. wonder a bit about her girlhood in England. they were supposedly Anglicans, but they never attended church]

Quite strange. Though, not as strange as a spare wardrobe filled with fur coats. [and she curtsies with the grace of one who'd been doing it for years] it's a pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty. I am Queen Susan of Narnia.

[A woman after his own heart, and his smile reflects that near-fond amusement.]

I'm afraid I don't follow, Queen Susan. [Though he does return her curtsey with a small bow at the shoulders. Rebellion be damned, his mother taught him manners.]

What's the business with the wardobe?

[and she appreciates intelligence and cleverness along with an ability to defend oneself. as a Narnian queen, it's to be expected, not to come as a pleasant surprise.

and the bow is a pleasant surprise]

There was a portal to another world in the wardrobe. At first, my brothers, my sister, and I only wanted to survive. How were we to know that we were the ones foretold, that we were the ones to save Narnia from tyranny? It came as...quite a shock! But one each and every one of us rose to. That was over a decade ago.

Quite a curious place for a portal, isn't it?

[He had found many portals in strange places, and even a few that lead to Midgard. It served to reason there was one that found its way into a wardrobe.]

And quite an undertaking, though I'm sure one of such grace had little trouble.

Very much so! My sister, Lucy, found it first and when she came back, telling tales of a world where it was always winter and fauns existed--Peter and I thought she must be going mad. But she was right.

[she wants to stay in Narnia. she loves the world she and her siblings have been guiding, defending, ruling. though, she does wish her suitors would be far less insistent. she's no cow to be auctioned off.

her smile turns a bit wicked. she thinks he may be having fun of her because who would call an entire war little trouble, but she won't rise to the bait. however, that doesn't mean that it's gone unnoticed] Oh, it was little trouble at all. Observe a mythical lion being brought back to life, kill a witch, chase her forces after the rout. It was all quite simple.

And who could resist the call of a strange, new world through an old wardrobe? [Certainly not him. He wouldn't be able to ignore the possibility of it existing any more than he could help his imperviousness to cold: it was simply his nature, as was it collecting others' stories.

His eyebrows rose at her tale, wondering how much of it was embellishment. Perhaps none of it, but then he could only think she needed to add a bit. All good stories needed garnish.]

I'm sure it was, and you and your siblings were ever capable, yes? What was the significance of the lion?

Not I, in the end. Neither were my siblings, although one had lied about being there before and where his initial allegiances lay.

[but perhaps it was for the best. she remembers Edmund as an unhappy, petulant child, but after experiencing hardship at the hands of the Witch, he'd grown and matured, learned what was truly important. his brother and sisters.

and none was embellishment. people either would or would not believe her. she couldn't let herself be concerned with those who didn't]

Not at first. Father Christmas gave us the weapons we needed to see the fall of the Witch complete. And the lion...Aslan. He was the true king of Narnia, he'd anointed us as his substitutes while he wandered the wilds. After all, he was not a tame lion. I saw him die. And then I saw him revive himself.

A shame. One would think a young boy more than happy to brag about having visited another world.

[At least Loki knew he himself, at such a young age, would have boasted from one end of Asgard to the other how he'd visited another world through a wardrobe, for no other reason than to have made his older brother jealous.]

A resurrected lion and...Santa Claus?

[It really did sound like a children's story.]

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