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May 2023 Test Drive Meme
May 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 and work like "mini-events". For new players and characters, you can choose to have your TDM thread be your introduction thread upon acceptance or start fresh. Current players are allowed to have in-game characters react to TDMs via the Network or make a Log with the prompts they want to participate in.
TDM threads can be used for spoon spending at any time by characters accepted into the game.
Playing and interacting with the 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.
🦊 New Star Children meet the Fox still in their worlds, and she brings them into the new realm of Folkmore. As you follow her, your body begins to change and new characteristics emerge. These may stay for a while, or perhaps they will hide away after. And during all of this, the Fox explains to you where you will be going: to Folkmore.
and then... you fall like a shooting star, falling to the land in a burst of starlight.
🦊 Experienced Star Children are already familiar with this time of the month. There are shooting stars all across the sky, and some fall to the land, which means the Fox has brought new arrivals. These newly arrived Star Children will face some tests, but Thirteen wants the more seasoned residents to participate as well.
Perhaps you follow the falling stars on your own, or perhaps the Fox simply teleports you there, but it appears you too will be part of this.
Content Warnings: mood altering phenomena, the 80s
You find yourself inside a softly lit room with an almost endless table running down the center of it, with chairs on either side. Sultry, synthy music plays in the background. Star Children and Spirits sit in chairs across from one another, speaking to one another and making marks on some sort of scorecard in front of them...
Oh. Yes. You have one too! On the table in front of you is a small rectangular piece of cardstock with a simple grid printed on it. One column reads 'name,' while the next reads 'notes,' and the final column contains a line of smiley faces moving from happy to neutral to frowning. A rating system, clearly. Below the grid a few questions are printed, presumably in case you get stuck for things to talk about. Most of them are standard getting-to-know-you fare, but some of them seem unusual and downright pointed - what are you supposed to make of something like, "have you ever experienced a dancing plague?" or "do androids dream of electric sheep in your world?"
As you puzzle this out (and maybe try to flag down one of the sleek weasels who appear to be waiters here - they're circulating drinks at any rate) the murmured conversations around you are broken by a loud chime. At this, people on one side of the table get up and move. Maybe you're on that side, or maybe you stay put - either way the result is the same: another Star Child sits down across from you.
Time to get to know one another!
The questions on the card can serve as a jumping off point. They are different for everyone, so you're sure to find some interesting things to talk about!
Maybe you're not the friendly type. Well, that's fine... except Thirteen has a way of making people open up. If you stubbornly avoid conversation, you will find that the hideous low-pile carpet of this place is reacting with your feet under the table. You keep getting static shocked! And it's... pleasant. Puts you in a happier, more open mood. Maybe it is even mildly arousing.
Some of you are happy to talk, but are a little economical with the truth. (You're lying. I'm calling you a liar. Liar.) Which you're welcome to do, except that this too has consequences! For every lie you tell, a small, furry creature that coos and purrs appears next to you. Much like lies, they tend to multiply... and they won't stop until you start telling the truth!
It's going to be quite an interesting night for meeting new people.
You find yourself inside a softly lit room with an almost endless table running down the center of it, with chairs on either side. Sultry, synthy music plays in the background. Star Children and Spirits sit in chairs across from one another, speaking to one another and making marks on some sort of scorecard in front of them...
Oh. Yes. You have one too! On the table in front of you is a small rectangular piece of cardstock with a simple grid printed on it. One column reads 'name,' while the next reads 'notes,' and the final column contains a line of smiley faces moving from happy to neutral to frowning. A rating system, clearly. Below the grid a few questions are printed, presumably in case you get stuck for things to talk about. Most of them are standard getting-to-know-you fare, but some of them seem unusual and downright pointed - what are you supposed to make of something like, "have you ever experienced a dancing plague?" or "do androids dream of electric sheep in your world?"
As you puzzle this out (and maybe try to flag down one of the sleek weasels who appear to be waiters here - they're circulating drinks at any rate) the murmured conversations around you are broken by a loud chime. At this, people on one side of the table get up and move. Maybe you're on that side, or maybe you stay put - either way the result is the same: another Star Child sits down across from you.
Time to get to know one another!
The questions on the card can serve as a jumping off point. They are different for everyone, so you're sure to find some interesting things to talk about!
Maybe you're not the friendly type. Well, that's fine... except Thirteen has a way of making people open up. If you stubbornly avoid conversation, you will find that the hideous low-pile carpet of this place is reacting with your feet under the table. You keep getting static shocked! And it's... pleasant. Puts you in a happier, more open mood. Maybe it is even mildly arousing.
Some of you are happy to talk, but are a little economical with the truth. (You're lying. I'm calling you a liar. Liar.) Which you're welcome to do, except that this too has consequences! For every lie you tell, a small, furry creature that coos and purrs appears next to you. Much like lies, they tend to multiply... and they won't stop until you start telling the truth!
It's going to be quite an interesting night for meeting new people.
Content Warnings: violence, body transformation, sexual themes
Chances are you met an awful lot of people in one night, and you can be forgiven for not remembering them all. But one person in particular stands out - every single Star Child at some point in the night will be seated across from a tanned man with bleached teeth and fluffy shoulder-length hair. He wears a denim jacket and an open-throated shirt, and he carries a blood red rose. He believes very passionately in eye contact.
At the end of the evening, this gentleman stands at the head of the overly long table and holds up the hand not holding the rose.
"Star Children! The time has come to render your verdict!"
He points at you and whoever you happen to be sitting across from at the time.
"Fuck, friend, or fight?" he asks.
Gosh, you have to pick?
Fuck.
Choosing this option results in the weasel waiters bringing you and your 'date' a bottle of champagne and a room key. The key is for a room in the conveniently located Love Hotel that makes up the second floor of this establishment, which you can choose to use however you like.
And yes, the bed vibrates.
Friend.
Choosing this option results in the weasel waiters bringing you and your new buddy each a massive slushie and a gift card to the arcade inexplicably located in the basement of this establishment. Not bad! Even better is the fact that if you win at some of the games in the arcade, when you go to cash in your tickets you will be gifted an item each from your homeworlds. These cannot be weapons.
Fight!
Choosing this option results in sudden bisexual lighting drenching you and the other Star Child. Your body tingles and through a process that is either surprisingly pleasant or brutally horrific you both transform into monsters! Maybe you're that sexiest of cryptids the Mothman now, or maybe you're a little bit more 'tentacled eldritch horror.'
Whatever your new form, it's clear what the crowd wants: a monster battle royale! Give the people what they want! You fight until one of you concedes defeat, at which point the winner will be gifted with an item from their homeworld.
...or not. Maybe you've changed your mind for... reasons. It's not to late to pick one of the other options even after you've transformed. No matter what you choose to do, the monster transformation will not wear off for a few hours.
Refuse to choose, this is stupid.
Choosing this option results in the denim-clad host smirking and giving you the stare down. He smirks and touches his rose to his lips. "And what about me?" he asks. "Fuck... or fight?"
That's right - you can sleep with Rose Guy. You can determine what that will do to your dignity.
But should you choose to fight...
"I see," he says with a pouty snarl. "Then prepare yourself!"
With a speed an agility not hinted at, he leaps into the air and throws his rose at you. Be careful - its stem and thorns are razor sharp! And he has more! He pulls them from inside his denim jacket, an endless supply of deadly roses, and throws them at you as he hops around the room like a malevolent grasshopper.
He'll be much easier to take down with a partner! Better hope the Star Child you were talking to can lend a hand. There also seems to be a surprising number of non magical weapons stashed around the room, which you are welcome to take. The overly large table is doing a good job of providing cover for any innocent bystanders who didn't get the hell out of the room once the fight started.
If you defeat Rose Guy, both of you will be gifted with a hot pink trunk inside of which are a few items each from your homeworlds. These can include minor magical items or weapons.
Chances are you met an awful lot of people in one night, and you can be forgiven for not remembering them all. But one person in particular stands out - every single Star Child at some point in the night will be seated across from a tanned man with bleached teeth and fluffy shoulder-length hair. He wears a denim jacket and an open-throated shirt, and he carries a blood red rose. He believes very passionately in eye contact.
At the end of the evening, this gentleman stands at the head of the overly long table and holds up the hand not holding the rose.
"Star Children! The time has come to render your verdict!"
He points at you and whoever you happen to be sitting across from at the time.
"Fuck, friend, or fight?" he asks.
Gosh, you have to pick?
Fuck.
Choosing this option results in the weasel waiters bringing you and your 'date' a bottle of champagne and a room key. The key is for a room in the conveniently located Love Hotel that makes up the second floor of this establishment, which you can choose to use however you like.
And yes, the bed vibrates.
Friend.
Choosing this option results in the weasel waiters bringing you and your new buddy each a massive slushie and a gift card to the arcade inexplicably located in the basement of this establishment. Not bad! Even better is the fact that if you win at some of the games in the arcade, when you go to cash in your tickets you will be gifted an item each from your homeworlds. These cannot be weapons.
Fight!
Choosing this option results in sudden bisexual lighting drenching you and the other Star Child. Your body tingles and through a process that is either surprisingly pleasant or brutally horrific you both transform into monsters! Maybe you're that sexiest of cryptids the Mothman now, or maybe you're a little bit more 'tentacled eldritch horror.'
Whatever your new form, it's clear what the crowd wants: a monster battle royale! Give the people what they want! You fight until one of you concedes defeat, at which point the winner will be gifted with an item from their homeworld.
...or not. Maybe you've changed your mind for... reasons. It's not to late to pick one of the other options even after you've transformed. No matter what you choose to do, the monster transformation will not wear off for a few hours.
Refuse to choose, this is stupid.
Choosing this option results in the denim-clad host smirking and giving you the stare down. He smirks and touches his rose to his lips. "And what about me?" he asks. "Fuck... or fight?"
That's right - you can sleep with Rose Guy. You can determine what that will do to your dignity.
But should you choose to fight...
"I see," he says with a pouty snarl. "Then prepare yourself!"
With a speed an agility not hinted at, he leaps into the air and throws his rose at you. Be careful - its stem and thorns are razor sharp! And he has more! He pulls them from inside his denim jacket, an endless supply of deadly roses, and throws them at you as he hops around the room like a malevolent grasshopper.
He'll be much easier to take down with a partner! Better hope the Star Child you were talking to can lend a hand. There also seems to be a surprising number of non magical weapons stashed around the room, which you are welcome to take. The overly large table is doing a good job of providing cover for any innocent bystanders who didn't get the hell out of the room once the fight started.
If you defeat Rose Guy, both of you will be gifted with a hot pink trunk inside of which are a few items each from your homeworlds. These can include minor magical items or weapons.
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