folkooc | August 2022 Test Drive Meme

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August 2022 Test Drive Meme

AUGUST 2022 TDM

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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.

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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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Ah, I see. Terribly tragic.

[His tone, however, suggested a flippancy, though there is a spark of curiosity in his eyes.]

In there only the one Steve here?

[The harsh tone does not escape her attention and a little furrow forms between her silvery-gray eyes.]

I don’t rightly know.

Why?

[Mischief glitters in his eyes as he replies.]

Only that I know only the one Steve, Rogers specifically. He also calls himself Captain America, and his patriotism is only surmounted by his self-righteousness. No place, not even a fantasy originated by a fox, needs more than one of him at a given time.

Oh, so you're from the same world as Steve!

[She smiles, thinking this is great news!]

You're lucky. There seem to be a lot of people from the same world here. I think Thirteen maybe plays favorites a little.

It would be more accurate to say I'm from the same reality as Steve. The Captain hails for a planet called Earth. I do not.

[He chuckles.]

I wouldn't say that was fortunate, as though everyone from the same reality should magically get along.

I suppose that's true.

[She had her own enemies, after all.]

Still, you do have the advantage of a shared history. I would think that could bring people together.

Oh, it certainly has in the past, brought us together, that is.

[He chuckles, though.]

But not in a good way. We were...at odds, you could say, but the past is the past, I suppose. Still, I find him a insufferable bore. [He looked over to her, rolling his shoulder in a shrug.] To each their own, of course. If you enjoy his company, I'll not begrudge you that.

He's kind.

[She shrugs. It's easy for her to like Steve.

But it's easy for her to like anyone. Whether or not they look like they were built from marble.

Anyway, they're approaching the tavern now and she nods toward it.]

The Pony.

Oh yes, of course. He's kind, dutiful, inspiring, and every one of those things suggests he's very boring.

[He may have been having a bit of fun at Steve's expense, but honestly, he often did.

He couldn't help it. Steve was very easy to mock.

He followed her gaze, then, and smiled.]

Ah...it's very quaint.

[And that didn't smound like a complaint.]

[Well, he really is a prince, isn't he? Ariadne bites back a few retorts because she knows her place. But they at least satisfy her mind.]

I'm afraid that "quaint" is the best we can do here.

If it doesn't suit you, there's always water to drink.

[He smiles. It wasn't a lounging stool or priceless wine, but it had a quality he found wholly appealing.]

It wasn't a complaint, merely an observation. If they've a good mead, I think we'll do fine.

I don't know if they have mead or not.

[She laughs softly. Gently. Like the ringing of bells.]

I suppose there's only one way to find out.

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Ale or wine will do just as well.

[He moves to the door, opening and motioning.]

After you, and I'll trust you to find us a table.

[With the other hand, he removes the horned visor from his head, where it disappears in course of greenish energy, returned to wherever it is he spirits it to.]

[She steps through the door, trying her best not to make an obvious double-take when his helm disappears.

Usually, she's pretty good at remaining as serene as an idol but...well, it's hard to ignore something like that.

Once inside, she trots over to a lovely corner table, swirling around to beckon him over.]

Will this do?

[It was large, round, and large enough to serve as a stage of sorts. He nodded his approval.]

I suppose. [Though he smiled.] Have a seat and I'll fetch us drinks.

[Because really, he's not all about being waited upon when he's shown up in another world. Being waited upon is a very specific vibe.]

[It doesn't escape her attention. He's doing his own fetching. And for her as well.

At least, it mollifies her a little over his comments about the place being 'quaint.'

This one is a mystery. But Ariadne doesn't mind. She gets the sense that she has a lot to learn.

So she smiles and nods at him, before daintily taking a seat at the table.]

[Loki can be both horrifically unreliable and infinitely reliable, which she would learn in time. If nothing else, she could know he was an agent of chaos, unpredictable, which made him even more reliable in the long run, at least that he could always be counted upon to do something unexpected.

He returned relatively quickly, smiling broadly, and toting two large flagons.]

Why they do have mead. It isn't Asgardian, but it'll do. Have some.

[It was her option.]

[She accepts the flagon. Never mind the fact that it's almost as big as her head. Her metabolism can take it. And she likes mead. She likes anything that's sweet.]

Thank you, sir.

[Ariadne flashes him a smile, utterly unintimidated.]

You are most welcome.

[He raps his flagon against hers.]

To taverns with mead.

[It wasn't as fine as any Asgardian brew, but it was reminiscent of home; a place he'd never see again, seeing as he'd helped to destroy it.

He took a long pull from the mug before taking a breath, enjoying the sweetness and the warmth it gave him.]

Now, then. It was a tale you wanted, wasn't it?

I have many tales.

[She takes a smile sip, looking at him over the lip of her flagon.]

Remind me which one you wanted.

Ah, and here I thought it was you who wanted a story from me.

[He was the lord of stories, after all.]

Or we could simply enjoy our mead.

Oh, I could listen to almost any tale.

[She tilts her head back and takes a healthy swig.]

But I enjoy the company either way.

[Truth be told, while Loki talked himself up, even to himself most of the time, he was unaccustomed to people actually wanting to spend time with him, but he smiled nonetheless.]

I could find worse company as well.

Well, before the day is through, I'll be more than "could find worse."

Perhaps, I'll be "desired company."

[She laughs.]

You'll see. I'm very good at getting people to like me.

Confident, aren't we?

[He could appreciate that.]

I should warn you, I can be difficult to impress.

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