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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.
Beautiful Sunshine Ray - Hot Chocolate
Such bunnies were not to be allowed under any circumstances. If she recalls correctly, they were serving hot chocolate at the top of the hill as well, though. Such makes her apprehensive and wishing to select a white marshmallow, but that seems counter-intuitive. Surely it can't be that simple, can it? Yes?
Perhaps one of the others would do? So she smiled shyly and said in a voice barely above a murmur "I'll let you decide. If you wish it?"
((OOC: RNG the Hell out of her!))
Never gotten to play with another HoF before. Excited!
"For a lovely lady like yourself?" Amy takes a moment to think, scanning the stranger curiously before getting absolutely side tracked.
"He's beautiful!" Hot Chocolate can't win over a Mabari. She's become far too Ferelden for that. Plus, he's achingly familiar to her own Carver. Amy won't reach out to pet him, far too smart for that as someone familiar with the breed. "But I'm sure he knows that. Don't you?"
Wasn't she supposed to be doing something? The clink of a mug catches her attention and she stands, sheepish.
"Right. A marshmallow, yes? I think pink would suit you nicely today. If I may be so bold."
Me either! I'm really excited to see what they have in common and their differences!
Being called 'lovely' made her blush. She still wasn't used to such compliments, she'd stayed largely sequestered at Castle Cousland until...well, until.
But, the compliment to Chance? Those were entirely warranted. "He is. He's been my companion and comfort through so much, I'm very grateful we hadn't been separated when I was brought here. His name is Chance." And at Amy's words, Chance barked in the affirmative, giving her a doggy smile while wagging his tail eagerly. He lightly nudges the newcomer, in a clear attempt to win pettings, which made Mariane's smile grow a little, turning wry. "And he's a glutton for attention."
And yes, she still wondered what could happen with the hot chocolate, but what if she was being paranoid? She was wont to being such, after all.
She nodded. "I do love pink. As, ah. Likely displayed by my dress? I'm Mariane Cousland. It's a pleasure to meet you, lady...?"
Think the only one I've really had the fortune to play her against is the other Hawke here in memes
The permission to pet had scarcely been given before Amy was indulging him, quite happy to spoil the Mabari for as long as he'd let her. "Reminds me of my Carver." She admitted fondly. "He's been a dear companion who I wouldn't trade for the world. And he's just as hungry for attention." And food. Maker knows a Mabari can eat.
"And your cheeks." Amy teased, unable to help herself. It's just too cute! She'd never quite learned to resist teasing Alistair either. A terrible habit.
"Of Highever?" Maybe she'd spent most of her life cloistered in a Tower, but even she knew the history of Ferleden. The Cousland name was a known one. Especially to someone who'd never shirked her books. "Amy Amell. Formerly of Kinloch Hold."
WellAmy's adorable and Mariane's polar opposite in ways which makes me giggle (CW: mental illness
But then, Mariane wasn't a warrior. She didn't fight fair.
Chance eagerly accepted the pettings as his due by being the very Best Boy ever, which made Mariane smile fondly. "You have a Mabari, too, and they didn't let you bring him from home? How cruel," she said softly. "I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have Chance. And I should like to meet Carver, if the occasion comes when Thirteen lets you bring someone from home, though I ought to warn you that the wording counts. Someone, not something."
That only made Mariane blush harder. "I. Ah. Well. Thank you?" Blushing was something she and Alistair had in common. But he had been the bold one in the end, giving her the rose, to her endless surprise and gratitude that he could love someone so deeply broken as she was inside. To ultimately see that brokenness and share his own, both stronger together.
"Yes, I am the daughter of Teryn Bryce Cousland and the Sea Wolf, Eleanor Cousland." She was immensely proud to be their daughter, to descend from such strength. She gave it credit for seeing her through the year of the Blight, despite the gnawing pain within her. "It is my pleasure to meet you, Amy. I remember Kinloch hold very clearly. You were one of the mages who managed to stay safe?"