folkooc | January 2023 Test Drive Meme

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January 2023 Test Drive Meme

JANUARY 2023 TDM

INTRODUCTION

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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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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.

[ Prompt One ★ Prompt Two]

beautiful sunshine ray

Content Warnings: mood altering substances.

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.

beautiful moonlight shine

Content Warnings: potential monster fights.

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.

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[Fortress of Solitude]

[He shouldn't have followed the fox. Why had he followed the damn fox?! He'd gone off on his own, or so it had seemed in that dreamlike state, and he truly had left someone important behind.

Now Marc's standing in some ice fort, dressed in a loose T-shirt and pajama pants, and he's all alone for it. Not in the sense that there's no one around him- there's clearly people around him- but in a way he hasn't been alone for many years. He could tell right off the bat that something's wrong, the dynamic has shifted, it feels like the Reeds all over again. And maybe it is. The only glimmer of hope he still has is that Steven's in such a deep sleep it feels like he's gone.

The bunnies distract, as does the crowd, as do the unfamiliar surroundings, but only for a brief moment. Marc keeps his head down in a literal sense, avoiding eye contact and ignoring the weird bunnies as he makes his way out of the fort. Whatever the hell is going on there, it's not important. Talking animals is just par for the course. Once he's outside, he finds a quiet spot to face the smooth, beautiful walls of the fort. His reflection stares back at him, mirroring his every move. It's just him. He's ready to plead for anything else, and his voice comes in a hushed whisper.]

Hey. Wake up, buddy.

[He can be discreet and quiet all he wants, but… Ultimately, he's still just a guy speaking to his own reflection right outside that busy ice fort bar. In his pajamas. He's not even wearing socks.]

[All Fun & Games]

[Now dressed in clothing suitable for the weather, and slightly more informed about the situation (he hates all of it), he tries to get to… Well, any place where he can get his bearings, really. He doesn't know where he's going and he's too prideful to ask directions, so he's just walking for the sake of walking.

The snowball zooms towards him at such an angle, he could've never seen it coming. It hits him square on the back of the head, causing him to stumble awkwardly. It sends him right back to his childhood, the need to participate in the fun washing over him. Not even fifteen minutes later, Marc has successfully constructed a wall out of snow to hide behind, along with a substantial supply of 'ammo'. He's a trained soldier and mercenary, and it shows.

Anyone passing by, whether they're participating in the snow games or not, will either be struck by a firm snowball or pulled behind the wall and told to 'get down'. Player's choice whether you're an ally or opponent!]

[Lights in the Night Sky]

[The sparkler had seemed innocent enough. Nothing wrong with waving something like that around, right? Arguably, that sentiment had been wrong. Now Marc's staring up at a glimmering message written by his own hand, but certainly not one he takes pride in.]

'I need Steven'

[Mortified, he tries to erase the words by weaving his fingers through them, but the letters just keep reforming.]

Shit-

[Writing over it is the next reflexive thought to come to him. Yeah, maybe he can change it into something else. He raises the sparkler and tries again. Sure enough, the letters reshape themselves with his writing motions to assume a different form.]

'I'm a broken mess'

[He takes a huge step backwards, going from dawning horror to impatience.]

Yeah, thanks. That's worse, actually.

[OOC: With mod blessing, Marc is here solo, so anyone else is free to play Steven if they're interested. Will match writing format, if preferred! Feel free to hit me up through DM or at

Meowzy to hash out something else! ]

Ruri was curious about all the ice and snow, and the hot cocoa made it less annoying than she expected. Still, watching the grown man talk to his reflection is a curious thing, he doesn't LOOK dangerous, but who here does? Still she walks up behind him quietly, and in a deadpan tone asks, "Are you ok? Do you need help? Perhaps we can find you some shoes and socks?"

He hears her approach before she even speaks, the snow crunching beneath her feet giving her away. Even then, he stiffens considerably when her voice reaches his ears, because now he can no longer fool himself into thinking strangers will just leave him be. And god, he really does need shoes, doesn't he?

His eyes scrunch shut for a split second before he turns to face her. "I'm fine," are the first reflexive words to leave him. "... If you could just tell me where to get shoes, I'll get them myself."

She looks up with an emotionless stare, voice still deadpan, "A shoe store."

With that she rummages in her cape and pulls out a pair of Japanese looking toilet slippers, "These may work in a pinch, but there is a fair amount of snow about."

"I can take you to a place you can get better shoes if you want though."

With that she shrugs a bit.

Oh good, a wiseass. That's just what he needs. ... Who is he kidding- he's up a creek without a paddle here, and his toes are going to get frostbite if this keeps up. He shouldn't be this dismissive of someone trying to help him, deep down he knows that.

There's a few seconds where he looks almost pained about it, then he relents and reaches out with one hand to accept the slippers. "Yeah, okay," he says. A brief pause, and then: "I don't have any money on me, though."

To be fair, a dumbass would be a thousand times worse. Imagine the snipe hunt that could end with a declaration of they forgot.

"Generally speaking, they don't mind you taking what you need to survive when you first get here. Or no one minded me doing so."

She looks over Marc, "And you look not only like you just got here, but like you got here from being in a bad place."

A place that doesn't mind you taking things instead of paying for them? That really just has him even more convinced he's actually dead and in some version of the afterlife. The fox fed him some 'full potential' bullshit, which sounds an awful lot like final judgment. But fine, he'll play along. The slippers are dropped to the ground and his bare feet are wiped clean of snow before he steps into them.

"The place I came from was fine."

Granted, the last thing he remembers is dealing with a cult leader and a vicious Egyptian deity in one fell blow, but that borders on a regular Tuesday for him. If that ended up being the last thing he ever did, at least the world's better off for it.

"So this place is... What?" he asks, because it's becoming clear the answers aren't about to drop out of the sky.

Ruri looks up, her expression still emotionless, her voice still deadpan, "A headache."

She looks around and motions to the whole ice fort, "I suspect this is what they think a pleasant winter break is given the ringer they just put the people through here through. From what I understand the Fox that runs this place has thirteen aspects. None of them work the same and they all take turns at making us handle odd problems to.... Bring out our potential."

"Still, I'm not sure I would call the Fox spirits evil or sadistic. More, completely out of touch with humanity. I don't want to say we are basically hive based insects to them, but that is more because I don't have a lot of experience with hive based insects than saying they are looking out for our best interests or anything."

A headache sounds about right to him. He looks up at the ice fort as well, eyes narrowing into a squint. He's still expecting it to be fake- just some construct his shitty mind came up with to help him cope with whatever it is that's actually going on. Still though, the confirmation that that fox was involved and that talk about potential...

There's a rough shake of the head. "Higher beings have a funny sense of when it's right to meddle with humanity and when to leave them be," he remarks bitterly. "Anyway, I didn't sign up for this whole... full potential thing, so how do I go back?"

Marc Spector | MCU's Moon Knight | Familiar

Fortress of Solitude.

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[Lights in the Night Sky]

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Fun and Games

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