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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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Not too impressive, but it's what's here.
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It will do. I'll get us drinks. Why don't you find us a table and think on what sort of story you'd like to hear?
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Sure thing.
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He slides the mead he's brought for her in front of her before sliding into another chair.He smiled, taking a pull from his glass.]
Have you decided?
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How about a story about where you're from.
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Alright, then. You're familiar with Midgard, your homeworld of Earth, yes? [With a wave of his hand, in the middle of the table, a large tree took root, with spiraling branches and roots that reached far abroad and beneath it. At the center of its trunk was a small blue ball spinning slowly, a ball which, upon closer inspection, was a miniature globe of Earth.]
It stands at the heart of Yggdrasil, the Worlds Tree. As such, it is something of a midway point for all the realms. You're familiar enough with its environs, so I won't bore you with specifics, but Midgard is a highly sought after realm, for its variety and for its central location. Midgard, after all, would be a perfectly strategic staging point for, say a conquest of all the Nine Realms.
[He waved his hand again as, as though to follow his tale, other orbs sprang to life long the length of the tree: a shining orb of brilliant golden light at its apex, a globe of pale green and one of pale blue just below it, nearly level with Midgard appeared an ice blue sphere swirling with ice crystals and snow, a brilliant place of verdant green, and then, among the roots of the tree, an inky black sphere, a crimson sphere swirling with fire, an a last shrouded in a dense fog.]
All the Realms enjoy the unification and protection of Asgard, there at the top. All Asgardians are protectors of all the Nine, and their custodians. From Asgard, all the realms were united, connected by a trans-dimensional conduit known as the Bifrost, or the Rainbow Bridge.
[Another wave of his hand and a multi-faceted ribbon of light sprang forth from the golden sphere at the top of the illusionary worlds tree, entwining with the trees branches and touching each glowing sphere as it encircled everything.]
Any questions thus far?
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Nope, I think I'm keeping up.
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[He reached out, taking into his hand the golden sphere, the ice-leaden sphere, and the blue and green sphere at the middle.]
The Jotun of Jotunheim, [The frozen sphere moved to the center as he held his hand forward, the spheres moving around between his extended hands as though framed there.] grew tired of the frozen wastes of their homeworld, and set their sights on Midgard, your homeworld, with its warm summers and temperate springs, crisp autumns and its sun's warmth. [With each description, detail grew on the 'Earth' sphere, a tiny shining sun appeared around which it began to orbit, light and shadow illuminated its day and night hemispheres.] Laufey, King of Jotunheim, was cunning and bold, and though loyal to Odin Allfather, King of Asgard and Protector of the Nine Realms, assembled a vast army of Jotun and, knowing paths into and out of Migard that bypassed the Rainbow Bridge, turned his war machine of Midgard with such ferocity Odin was certain it would mean the extinction of mankind.
[The space between Loki's hands acted as a diorama, enacting the mounting of Laufey's armies in Jotunheim and their travel, and the fierce assault on the lands of Earth, with longships burning, and what appear to be 9th or 10th century villages and castle towns crumbling under the surging armies of Jotun, who tower over the humans and smite them with ice-built clubs, spears of ice, and the power to freeze them solid.]
It really was a trying time for Earth, wasn't it?
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Sounds like it must've been.
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[Cheers erupted throughout the mortals of Midgard in miniature.]
The mortals rejoiced! The gods had saved them from oblivion, but through defeat was not enough to satisfy the Allfather of Asgard. [He shook his head, leaning forward himself, grinning.] You see, Odin Allfather, sworn protector of the Nine Realms would not suffice at some finite a message. Oh no. He turned his armies around, pursuing the broken Jotun even as they retreated.
[He clapped his hands together and the illusion crumbled in a dazzle of falling gold and green fragments that dissolved to nothing as they hit the surface of the table.]
The message was clear as the powerful Aesir warriors of Asgard chased the defeated king and his crestfallen soldiers to their seat of power in their frozen capital: those who cross the might of Asgard shall be punished. The way to Jotunheim from Asgard was sealed, and the great king of Asgard used the power of his mighty spear to seal all other pathways from the Realm. The Jotun were exiled to their homeworld for their trespass.
They fell into legend, and legend turned to myth. Jotun became a monster used to frighten Asgardian youths into obedience, but freedom and identity were not all the Allfather took from Jotunheim that day. Not at all, but that...is another story.
[He let the finality of his tale fill the air for a moment as he took a long pull form his mead.]
Well?
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Crazy to think it's true. [ Not crazy enough for her to not buy, not when they were both in this place, but still crazy. ]
Missing a few standard elements but it wasn't bad. Could've used some romance and some comedic relief.
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If you want comedic relief, I could recount to you some story of adventuring with the Warriors Three. Fandral alone fulfills the role, though Volstagg often provides it in equal measure.
[Though something akin to sadness crosses his expression for a moment at the thought of them. They may not have been his biggest fans, and he may have treated them poorly, but they had been the closest things he'd had to friends, and now they were gone...along with his home.]
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Take it their stories don't get happy endings?