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January 2023 Test Drive Meme
JANUARY 2023 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: mood altering substances.
hot chocolate
winter games
hot chocolate
The weather across Folkmore is universally chill: Wintermute is frozen, Willow covered in snowdrifts, Epiphany a mess of slush, Cruel Summer dangerously cold at night, and Exile wrapped in a numbing fog. You wouldn't know it, but things are at least a little nicer than they have been - with the exception of Wintermute, you at least are not likely to freeze to death just by wandering around.
Or so you'll discover eventually. Right now? Well, you just got here! One minute you’re falling through the sky, and the next you’re in the middle of an ice fort. The walls are chiseled with care, rising up about seven feet high. Skinny windows are cut in the ice at regular intervals. There is no roof, and above you the sky is a cold, clear blue only marred by the occasional fluffy white cloud. Set inside the fort is a hot chocolate bar staffed entirely by white rabbits. They are the size of regular rabbits, but they don't seem to have any issue standing on their hind legs and using their little paws to pour drinks from large red cannisters into red paper cups.
By request, they will also drop a marshmallow into your cup. You have your choice of colours, and each one will have a different effect:
Pink: Causes you to feel bold and confident!
Blue: Grants you a mild sense of euphoria!
Yellow: Makes you feel quite flirty!
White: Nothing. It's a marshmallow.
winter games
Outside of the ice fort, you will find yourself among gently rolling hills covered in snow. It's perfect for packing... which you may very well find out when you're hit with a snowball. Who threw that? Who cares! The very instant you're struck you have the irresistible urge to get in on a no-holds-barred snowball fight! You might wind up throwing snowballs at other Star Children, or maybe you team up with another person to take out anyone else you see. Or maybe instead you see that there are toboggans and crazy carpets at the tops of some of these hills and you decide to take a ride with someone instead. There are snow angels and snowmen to make, too!
No matter what you decide to do, the moment you are hit with a snowball you just want to engage in light hearted fun and what some might call childish behaviour. You might be a little embarrassed later, but right now you're not concerned at all! And really, this is a great way to maybe make some new friends.
Content Warnings: potential monster fights.
sing your life
poetry in lights
sing your life
Maybe you stay out having fun in the snow just a little too long, or maybe you've wandered to an entirely different part of Folkmore. However it happens, the sun has set and a brilliant sliver of moon has risen instead.
Folkmore is home to many Star Children, but it is also home to many spirits. As you move through the night, you realise that you can see some of these in your peripheral vision: pale, insubstantial things that inhabit the natural world. The idea might be creepy, but these spirits are all singing and the sound of it makes you feel safe. When you encounter another Star Child, you are happy to have them with you, happy to share this sense of comfort. You feel like you could walk forever under the new moon and have no harm ever befall you again.
...until it stops.
The sudden stillness falls like a blow, only to broken by the sound of an awful lot of snow hitting the ground - a loud thwump. When you turn to find he source of the noise, you will find one or more vaguely humanoid snow creatures ponderously headed your way!
You can fight them, of course. They are a little slow, but they are aggressive and have an annoying habit of reforming. You will notice that there are weapons hidden here and there - normal, unenchanted swords or guns or spears. You can find these and use them to smash the snow monsters apart until they stop trying to reform.
Or you may realise that these creatures only showed up when the other spirits stopped singing. What does that mean?
Weaponized karaoke!
When you sing, the monsters retreat. A duet will encourage them to do so even quicker. And when they are finally gone, you will find that they have left behind a sturdy wooden chest, inside of which is one item from home for each of you.
poetry in lights
In your travels at night, at some point you will find that you can see warm lights up ahead. Once you get close enough, you can see that the light comes from red lanterns hung everywhere. There are Star Children and even some spirits present, many of them moon gazing.
There is a kiosk set up, manned by black rabbits. If you have been injured in your fight with the snow monsters or some other way, they will patch you up with basic first aid at once.
The rabbits are also handing out sparklers. People are drawing shapes in the air with them, laughing and having a great time.
When a sparkler is put into your hand all you really want to do is trace words against the velvet night sky. What words? You are compelled to spell out something from the heart: it can be a deep hurt, or a secret hope. Something intensely personal that you may not otherwise share, now written in light visible to all.
Maybe you feel the urge to explain, or defend. Or maybe you want to ask someone else about their own words hanging there in the air like a neon sign.
What a way to get to know someone.
i. hot chocolate
A chill ran down Rhys' spine like lightning and his gut twisted. Why was this happening? It might be self-centered to think this was all aimed at him, wrenching out "his potential," forcing him to face the tenets he claimed to follow -- but what else was he supposed to think when this was the sixth vampire he'd met now?
Of course he was counting!
Rhys swallowed the bile rising in the back of his throat and turned stiffly to face Lestat better. "S...Sure," he agreed, absolutely failing at being nonchalant. "But... you know, you could just get your own."
To make things clear, he added, "It might be less suspicious than sniffing someone else's."
no subject
Though the last statement has him arching an eyebrow. "In what way does that make me suspicious?"
no subject
"Well, normal people don't sniff stranger's drinks," Rhys pointed out, though he did hold out his mug to Lestat. "And usually, normal people don't drink after a stranger's had their nose in their cup..."
He gestured toward the rabbits. "They seem to have plenty. I don't think they'd be upset if you couldn't drink it. It's... not entirely a waste if you still enjoy just smelling it, is it?"
no subject
He takes a cup from one of the rabbits, but not the marshmallows, which don't smell like anything but pure sugar. The cup does warm his hands in a surprisingly pleasant way, and the scent of the chocolate is rich and lovely.
"Normal people can have chocolate," he points out. "I, sadly, cannot."
no subject
He offered a thin smile and canted his head, intimating that they should perhaps move to a more private place for conversation. Not too far from the safety of a crowd, but far enough so as not to embarrass anyone.
Rhys cleared his throat and lowered his voice. "You exude an aura of death. Or the undead as it were. And if I can have chocolate and you cannot, it rather limits the possibilities against you. I don't think anyone else will notice, not as long as it's dark, but..." He left it unsaid, but any pretense would fade soon enough once dawn arrived and it would be more efficient to hash it out now.
Brow furrowed, he fiddled uncomfortably with the corner of his scarf in his free hand. "I'm not very good at this," he admitted. Then he thrust his hand out before he could regret it. "I'm Rhys."
no subject
He's suddenly very self conscious about his appearance; his skin paler even than a normal vampires, far too smooth to be human. His touch cold, not quite corpselike but more like shaking the hand of a marble statue. Is he really so obviously inhuman that this man could spot him right away?
no subject
"I am a dhampir," he explained. "I can sense you, when you're close enough. It's hard to explain how it feels."
Kind of like a tickle in his chest mixed with nausea and existential dread.
"It wasn't until you asked about the cocoa that I was completely sure it was you."