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April 2023 Test Drive Meme
April 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: hallucinations, poison, giant worm
One minute you were a falling star, but as your body reforms you become aware of one important detail: it's friggin hot.
That's because you've landed in a desert! Yes, you have had the misfortune of landing in Cruel Summer, the hottest and arguably most dangerous part of Folkmore. Lucky you!
The first bit of good news is that you're pretty sure you can see a train station off in the distance, although it's extremely difficult to judge exactly how far off due to the flatness of the terrain. The second bit of good news is that you have awoken with either a canteen of water, or an umbrella to keep the sun off. The third bit of news - good or bad, depending - is that you've awoken near another Star Child. Whoever this is will have the opposite gift than what you received; if you have water, they have an umbrella, and if you have an umbrella they have water. Well, you know what they say: sharing is caring! Undeniably the water is a touch more important, so hopefully whoever has it isn't a colossal dick.
As you trek through the desert towards the distant structure, you will notice periodically the air off to either side of you will shimmer. You may dismiss it as merely the heat playing tricks, but if you choose to investigate you will find mundane weapons like swords, guns, shields, etc.
At some point as you walk, you will feel a tremor beneath your feet. It grows in intensity until suddenly the sand sprays everywhere as something bursts forth from the earth below!
Wavering above you is a blood red worm. It is large - end to end it runs about thirteen feet - and its segmented hide is tough enough that rocks bounce right off of it. You might have more luck with bullets or bladed edges, but it's still going to be a tough fight. It also boasts some impressive offensive tricks; its mouth is ringed with many rows of fangs, and itspits a thick yellow acid that will corrode your skin and your weapons if you're not careful. If that wasn't enough, during your fight you might here a sudden brrrrrrrrrapppp! as the creature farts lightning at you. Hilarious... until it knocks you to the ground.
You would do well to work as a team to take this monster down. You and your partner might have powers or skills that could come in handy, or maybe you're quick on the uptake when it comes to any new abilities afforded you by your new role!
If you defeat the worm in battle, a golden chest will appear. Inside of it are items from your homeworlds - these rewards are especially likely to be any weapons you owned back home.
But hey, maybe you're a lover, not a fighter. There's no judgement here in Folkmore. You can outrun the worm instead if you're both fast and clever - finding any terrain that is more rock than sand will give you a decided advantage.
Once you have either defeated or escaped the worm, you will find that you come upon a small group of tents. Under their shade are first aid supplies, and kiosks manned by fennec foxes offering water, food, and shaved ice. Nice!
One minute you were a falling star, but as your body reforms you become aware of one important detail: it's friggin hot.
That's because you've landed in a desert! Yes, you have had the misfortune of landing in Cruel Summer, the hottest and arguably most dangerous part of Folkmore. Lucky you!
The first bit of good news is that you're pretty sure you can see a train station off in the distance, although it's extremely difficult to judge exactly how far off due to the flatness of the terrain. The second bit of good news is that you have awoken with either a canteen of water, or an umbrella to keep the sun off. The third bit of news - good or bad, depending - is that you've awoken near another Star Child. Whoever this is will have the opposite gift than what you received; if you have water, they have an umbrella, and if you have an umbrella they have water. Well, you know what they say: sharing is caring! Undeniably the water is a touch more important, so hopefully whoever has it isn't a colossal dick.
As you trek through the desert towards the distant structure, you will notice periodically the air off to either side of you will shimmer. You may dismiss it as merely the heat playing tricks, but if you choose to investigate you will find mundane weapons like swords, guns, shields, etc.
At some point as you walk, you will feel a tremor beneath your feet. It grows in intensity until suddenly the sand sprays everywhere as something bursts forth from the earth below!
Wavering above you is a blood red worm. It is large - end to end it runs about thirteen feet - and its segmented hide is tough enough that rocks bounce right off of it. You might have more luck with bullets or bladed edges, but it's still going to be a tough fight. It also boasts some impressive offensive tricks; its mouth is ringed with many rows of fangs, and itspits a thick yellow acid that will corrode your skin and your weapons if you're not careful. If that wasn't enough, during your fight you might here a sudden brrrrrrrrrapppp! as the creature farts lightning at you. Hilarious... until it knocks you to the ground.
You would do well to work as a team to take this monster down. You and your partner might have powers or skills that could come in handy, or maybe you're quick on the uptake when it comes to any new abilities afforded you by your new role!
If you defeat the worm in battle, a golden chest will appear. Inside of it are items from your homeworlds - these rewards are especially likely to be any weapons you owned back home.
But hey, maybe you're a lover, not a fighter. There's no judgement here in Folkmore. You can outrun the worm instead if you're both fast and clever - finding any terrain that is more rock than sand will give you a decided advantage.
Once you have either defeated or escaped the worm, you will find that you come upon a small group of tents. Under their shade are first aid supplies, and kiosks manned by fennec foxes offering water, food, and shaved ice. Nice!
Content Warnings: emotional trauma, impalement
Giant death worms aren't the only danger in the desert, they're just the most obvious.
Even if you avoided the worms entirely, you still have to make it to one of the train stations in Cruel Summer. As you trek across the dunes you will gradually become aware that over the sound of wind and shifting sand you can hear someone singing. You feel an urge to follow the sound to its source.
This song could be anything - one that exists in your world or others, or just a melody spun in the air for the first time. Whatever it is, it is heart rending; tears may spring your eyes as you follow the sound, precious moisture falling to the thirsty desert ground.
The singing is coming from a cactus. It is taller than most humanoid creatures, tinted purple and pink at the tips, with abnormally long spines. Its song reminds you sharply of some deep loss from your past, and at the same time inspires a terrible compulsion to go to the cactus and sink against it.
And what a relief it is, to embrace that melody and feel the spines slide easily through your flesh to pierce your heart. You do not bleed. By some strange alchemy, your heartache drains from your body as liquid, filling the cactus and causing its flowers to bloom and its song to cease.
You could very well stay pinned there, dying a slow death of desiccation, but lucky for you Star Children are all over the place this time of the month and someone is bound to see that you need help.
Trying to pry someone off of the cactus is impossible. The key lies in the flowers - they must be removed. When they are, sweet liquid will spray from the place where it had grown, dousing the rescuing Star Child. With this impromptu shower comes psychic flashes of the painful memory that has trapped the victim.
Once all of the blooming flowers have been removed, the cactus will retract its spines and release its prisoner. There will be no physical wounds left from this encounter.
You will also discover nearby that there is now a golden chest. Inside of it are items from your homeworlds, although none of these items are weapons.
Thankfully, you should be able to reach either Oozlum or Obambo Station without further incident. At either of these you will be able to get some water and supplies, as well as get the hell out of Cruel Summer.
Giant death worms aren't the only danger in the desert, they're just the most obvious.
Even if you avoided the worms entirely, you still have to make it to one of the train stations in Cruel Summer. As you trek across the dunes you will gradually become aware that over the sound of wind and shifting sand you can hear someone singing. You feel an urge to follow the sound to its source.
This song could be anything - one that exists in your world or others, or just a melody spun in the air for the first time. Whatever it is, it is heart rending; tears may spring your eyes as you follow the sound, precious moisture falling to the thirsty desert ground.
The singing is coming from a cactus. It is taller than most humanoid creatures, tinted purple and pink at the tips, with abnormally long spines. Its song reminds you sharply of some deep loss from your past, and at the same time inspires a terrible compulsion to go to the cactus and sink against it.
And what a relief it is, to embrace that melody and feel the spines slide easily through your flesh to pierce your heart. You do not bleed. By some strange alchemy, your heartache drains from your body as liquid, filling the cactus and causing its flowers to bloom and its song to cease.
You could very well stay pinned there, dying a slow death of desiccation, but lucky for you Star Children are all over the place this time of the month and someone is bound to see that you need help.
Trying to pry someone off of the cactus is impossible. The key lies in the flowers - they must be removed. When they are, sweet liquid will spray from the place where it had grown, dousing the rescuing Star Child. With this impromptu shower comes psychic flashes of the painful memory that has trapped the victim.
Once all of the blooming flowers have been removed, the cactus will retract its spines and release its prisoner. There will be no physical wounds left from this encounter.
You will also discover nearby that there is now a golden chest. Inside of it are items from your homeworlds, although none of these items are weapons.
Thankfully, you should be able to reach either Oozlum or Obambo Station without further incident. At either of these you will be able to get some water and supplies, as well as get the hell out of Cruel Summer.
Ronan Lynch | The Raven Cycle | Myth | OTA
[Ronan wasn't cut out for the heat. He wasn't built for the desert. Pale and prone to burning rather than tanning, he found himself standing in the sand with a canteen of water. As ticked off as he was to find himself someplace strange, he didn't hurl the canteen away from himself as hard as he could, like he wanted to. Instead, he clutched it close, gave it a little shake to ensure there was water in it.
With a low swear, he started walking, trying to shield his eyes from the sun with one hand as he went. Dressed all in black from his boots and jeans to his t-shirt, he paused after a bit to take his shirt off, dampen it a bit, and drape it over his shaved head. It offered at least some protection from the intense sun. Shirtlessness also revealed the sprawling expanse of black ink on his back, the large tattoo with hooks and claws, beaks and feathers, vines and thorns.
He walked for what felt like ages before he caught sight of another figure, eyes burning from the glare of the sun reflecting off the sand.]
Hey! Hey!
[It was barked, shouted, and he changed course to start heading in their direction. Surely, two would have better luck than one, right? And together, they had to be able to reach the train station he thought he saw in the distance.]
ii. Worms
[He put his canteen down in favor of kneeling in the sand to pull free a gun. He'd almost gone for a sword, at first, because it felt very knightly, very hero-in-shining-armor, but that wasn't who he was. He wasn't a knight or a hero and besides, he knew how to use a gun. His family'd had a bunch of them at some point or another, after all. And, selfishly, it reminded him of Kavinsky. Kavinsky, who he'd left standing in the dream field like he meant nothing when-
Ronan's heart lurched and he pushed the thoughts away. It was easier to ignore them than to think about the full meaning. Brushing sand off the gun, he checked it over, made sure the safety was on, and then stood again, snagging the canteen as he did. He was just about to tuck the weapon in the waistband of his jeans when the ground started rumbling.]
What the f-
[Before he had a chance to finish the sentence, something burst out of the ground, sand spraying and temporarily blinding him as he stumbled back. Luckily for him, the worm was more interested in whoever was there with him at the moment than it was in him, giving him the moment he needed to get the grit out of his eyes. Unfortunately, it was spitting acid at the other person.]
Get out of the way!
[Both because of the acid and because he'd dropped the canteen to use both hands, bringing the gun up and flicking the safety off.]
iii. So Scarlet It Was | cw: mentions of death, impalement
[It seemed easier than he'd ever like to admit to give in to the singing cactus. Part of him knew something was wrong but it was a small part in comparison to the renewed grief of remembering finding his father's body in the driveway. Sometimes, it felt like no amount of time would ever heal that wound. And yet-
It all went quiet when he embraced the cactus and allowed a spine to pierce his heart. It was a relief, a quiet sort of victory against the pain that'd followed him every day for many months.
Someone should probably help him, though.]
iv. Post Cactus Stabbing
[He was more than a little grumpy about the whole cactus ordeal and the fact he'd needed rescuing. He wasn't a damsel but he had been in distress. There was nothing around to kick except the sand and the chest, so, of course, he kicked the chest. And then again for good measure.
Blue eyes fierce, he crouched down to open the chest. Frowning at the contents, he pulled out a tangle of leather bracelets, identical to the ones he was already wearing. He knew what they were and where they'd come from (originally, at least, not how they'd ended up in this chest) but he didn't know why.
Holding the bracelets between two fingers, he looked over and gestured to what was left in the chest-]
Is that shit yours?
v. Wildcard
[ooc: got another idea? come at me with it! <3]
Post Cactus Stabbing
No expression appeared on her face as she looked at the bracelets and then at him. ]
No. I assume they're yours.
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Raising an eyebrow, he looked at the bracelets, then what was left in the chest.]
Yeah. [He said slowly.] There's more shit in there though, I thought-
[Or was it all his? The bracelets were a weird flex, considering these had to be the ones Kavinsky had given him. Why would whatever was in charge give him these of all things.]
Doesn't matter to me.
[He was debating taking the whole chest with him, anyway. It wasn't particularly large and hopefully not that heavy, and it might come in handy at some point. Who knew.
He might have acted indifferent to the bracelets, but he still wound them around his wrist, the one not already clad in identical leather straps.]
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I believe this one is mine. You can have the chest and anything else. [ But she wanted this. Getting this would mean she would have considerably more spoons to add to her other bigger purchases. She watched him put the bracelets on then looked directly at him without blinking. ]
You recognize the bracelets.
no subject
Great.
[He didn't know exactly what he was going to do with the chest but he was sure he'd eventually find a use for it. If nothing else, it could be a really fancy clothes hamper.]
Yeah. Someone I know gave them to me.
[Which was a really bland way of saying the boy he had a hate/love relationship with had spontaneously given them to him one day. The real question was why, though Ronan thought he knew the answer to that. He just didn't want to think about it.]
Do you write?
no subject
She looked at the typewriter then at him with a completely deadpan expression. ]
No, I collect typewriters.
no subject
Not as important as these are.
[The touched the other, identical bracelets on his other wrist. It felt like an easy enough deflection, not a lie because he hated lying, but not the whole truth, either.
He didn't quite laugh when she said she collected typewriters, but he grinned.]
I've seen stranger hobbies.
no subject
What's so important about those? [ They seemed rather ordinary. Then again she'd learned that ordinary things were often not nearly as ordinary as one thought ]
I'm sure we all have. That was sarcasm though.
cw: murder, death
They were my dad's. He gave them to me before-
[He gestured vaguely, and for a moment he looked pained. There was no way for him to just casually talk about his father's murder when Ronan had been the one to find his body.]
He's dead.
[Blunt, honest.]
And I know.
no subject
I assume he was killed and that's why it's difficult for you to discuss.
no subject
Was any sort of death supposed to be easy to talk about?
Ronan didn't flinch. He didn't shy away from the topic. He just took a breath and met her eyes.]
Yeah, he was murdered. I was the one who found him. No one ever figured out why he was killed.
no subject
no subject
[Or Ronan would've gotten his hands on the person responsible, either way. Little did he know though, it was a professional hit and the body hadn't been intended for him to find.]
I dunno. Maybe. It's a small town where anyone with enough money can buy off the sheriff.
no subject
The truth always comes out. [ Worlds worst attempt at comforting someone. ]
no subject
['Too', as if it was only about his dad's murder and Ronan himself had never ever been in the back of cop cars himself- ever.]
Yeah. It'd be nice.
[It was alright; she'd tried. It was an attempt worthy of a gold star sticker, at the very least.]
no subject
[ Like torture. But he deserved it. ] In each case the cops were woefully incompetent.
no subject
Did he do it?
[It felt like an important question to him, and not because he was morbidly curious about the details of the potential murder, but because it mattered if someone's dad had been framed or was actually a murderer.]
no subject
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Did someone pin it on your mother? Was it an accident or an actual murder?
[He wasn't sure if those were pointless questions or not, but that'd never stopped him from asking things before.]
no subject
My mother killed the man on accident after he attempted to kill my father. Technically, the entire incident was the fault of the police themselves. The man had been obsessed with my mother and when his advances were spurned he turned to stalking her. Of course, her being an outcast and him being the son of one of the most powerful members of the town meant that the police completely ignored her until it culminated in that. [ Idiots. Complete and utter idiots. ]
My father took the blame for her, but was ultimately freed at the time due to lack of evidence. Many years later he was arrested again when a letter was sent to the sheriff giving him the evidence he needed against my father. Only for him to then be told that he had actually been played for a fool. The entire thing had been nothing more than a coverup to hide the fact that Garrett Gates' father had sent him to poison the outcasts of Nevermore Academy. However, upon spotting my mother, the object of his obsession, he detoured from his plan and ended up in an altercation with her and my father. That altercation caused the poison vial to break and that was what he'd actually died from. [ A long story said in the most mechanical way one could ever tell a story. ]
no subject
[He took a moment to let that all sink in, to make sure he'd properly processed it and understood it all.]
So he died because he was a dumbass who was going to commit murder by, correct me if I'm wrong, killing kids?
[That sounded so fucked up and he couldn't bring himself to feel sorry that a man had died when the alternative would've meant more lives lost.]