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June 2023 Test Drive Meme
June 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: Alternate Universe, Memory alteration/altered sense of self, Exhibition
If This Was a Movie
If This Was a Movie
You forget everything the fox told you on your way over. You forget your own history. You remember a completely new one, one that matches whatever story you're now in. It could be a story from your world—a folk tale, a novel, a movie, a telenovella—or one you've never heard of. Whatever it is, this is your life now. Your memories match as though you've lived here your whole life. The tone may match your world, or it may drastically differ.Big Red Button
And you're not alone.
Whatever scene you're in features at least one other Star Child in the same situation you are. They might also be a new arrival, or they may be someone Thirteen has plucked up out of Folkmore and brought here to join you. Whether you've known each other your whole previous life or never met before, you know each other as the people in the story—whatever relationship that is. You don't remember being placed here. It's your life! It always has been.
The two (or more) of you pick up at whatever point in the story it is. Perhaps it'll go the same way as the original story. Perhaps not. You still are you—memories redacted—after all. This story is yours to write together!
The outfits, the setting, the NPCs (played by Spirits going along with things), etc. all perfectly match the story and adapt with you as you create your own retelling.
As it turns out, you aren't only in an entertainment, you are an entertainment. Across Folkmore, large screens showing these stories appear: in every school, in public squares, before a large meadow, in the middle of the desert, you name it. It's also streaming on everyone's relics. Everyone has the chance to see your story play out.
That's not all, Star Children are your key out of the story and into Folkmore itself. Along with these screens, there are big red buttons. Digitally, a big red button appears on people's relics when they watch these stories. It's pretty simple. Someone presses the big red button and you're free! The reason doesn't matter—boredom, pity, recognition, the irresistibility of buttons. These are the only way out, so when you get out is completely up to your fellow Star Children.
Once the button is pushed, an invisible wall between your story and Folkmore falls away. With it, you regain all your memories from home and from the walk to Folkmore with the fox. All you have to do is step out of the story and into the school of Baba Yaga. The school of magic. Thirteen isn't there personally, but you may feel her spirit around you. Baba Yaga—Thirteen—is the school itself.
A small chest is also there as soon as you leave the story containing an item from your homeworld. This may even be a weapon or magical item.
Small bat spirits have a couple stations set up within the school near where Star Children exit their stories. If you're injured or need to rest, they are ready to help treat you or provide you as many pillows and blankets as you wish. If you're hungry or thirsty, the other station has food and drink for all. Steaming tea, freshly baked bread, and all sorts of warm comforting foods. You'd be forgiven for thinking it might be autumn. They want you to be at your best when you leave Baba Yaga and enter the rest of Folkmore via Exile.
Content Warnings: Optional mind/body split, Possible invasion of privacy, Possible monster/creature violence
Eyes Open
Eyes Open
When you leave Baba Yaga, you're somewhere in Exile. Not even the Spirits or experienced Star Children can tell you where exactly you are. The school walks around on its chicken legs. Unless someone leaves at the same time as you, you'll start in different places. You'll have to find your own way out.Cowboy Like Me
If you have been exiled before, you'll have an easier time navigating the land. It'll help guide you toward where you want to go. If you have never been exiled before, you'll have a harder time navigating this section of Folkmore. The trees may try to push you back. Perhaps nothing happens, exactly, but the aura is one that doesn't want you. Regardless, there's enough fog that it's difficult to see where you're going. Attention certainly seems to be on you. Are the trees watching? Is the water listening? Those are simply stories Spirits share to scare new Star Children isn't it?
Suddenly, you may appear to be in another part of Folkmore! It could be anywhere. It could be a public area, a business, someone's home… Wherever it is, if you try to touch something, you realize you cannot. Instead you pass right through solid objects. You cannot open a door, but you can walk right through it. You may surprise someone with your sudden appearance, or perhaps you reach out to people you see for help. Perhaps you simply explore this new area where you were.
Take all the time you want. Hopefully nothing bad is happening back with your body still in Exile… On second thought, perhaps you don't want to spend too long away from your body. You can use your own skills or get help returning to your body or find yourself suddenly back in it. Time to take stock and maybe find your way back to the rest of Folkmore body included.
On your way through Exile, you may come across weapons sticking out of the ground. Swords, axes, shields, bows, guns… All manner of non-magical weapons. They're simply there, scattered here and there, free for the taking. It looks like someone had a bad time trying to get out of Exile. Whoever the weapons belonged to, they don't need them now.
A word of warning to those who grab the weapons, as soon as you do, one of the dangerous creatures in Exile will find you. These creatures don't only have sharp claws or fangs, poison or sharp senses, they are intelligent. You'll need not only the weapon(s) you grabbed but your wits to defeat them or the luck of someone else coming along to help you out.
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"I like that plan," he admits. Walking is good. Having feet on solid ground is definitely the way to go. He's just going to ignore those new appendages that were there just a second ago. Though he looks around himself as light practically falls off him in little specks as he starts to walk.
"Does this happen to everyone?" Whether he's talking about the glow or falling the sky or just the whole package, he doesn't say. He's too busy just looking around and reaching out with his sense to get a feel of this place.
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He nods his chin towards the extra limbs. They remind Cobb of the guy who walks around with fire wings though he doesn't recall those wings being as bright as these.
Cobb raps his knuckles against one of his horns. "This makes me a Myth. And you'll see folks who can become animals, they're Familiars. All that's decided by the fox."
And he doesn't care for being told what he is by someone else. The kid doesn't seem too bothered by it. "Where ya from?" he asks, curious to hear about another world. He's learned about three or four now from just meeting folks when they fall out of the sky.
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Truth be told he didn’t much like the idea either, but for now he would simply accept the information that was given him. Rushing to judgment and jumping to conclusions was not the Jedi way. Though he had learned that the hard way a few times.
“I was on Naboo before I was brought here, but I’m from Coruscant.” A typical answer that he didn’t know if this man would understand or not but it was the truth.
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Naboo gets Cobb's eyebrows jumping up and he looks the younger man over again. He's dressed so plainly in brown that he never would've guessed he's from the Core Worlds.
"Well, I'm from Tatooine." And he's got a little judgement in his tone, expecting some sort of dismissal for being from the Outer Rim. "There's a Mandalorian around here too. Believe he's from Navarro. You won't be alone here."
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Apparently Cobb wasn’t expecting something because now he was looking him over with a weird look on his face. Then it all makes sense when he says where he’s from. Well then.
“Tatooine? Why in stars name anyone would want to live on that dust trap is beyond me.” Looks like Cobb was right to be suspicious. Obi-Wan hadn’t exactly had the best time on Tatooine recently. The mention of a Mandalorian thought makes his brows lift. Now that’s interesting.
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Oh, there it is. There's that typical Core World attitude about Tatooine. Probably his attitude towards any of the Outer Rim. Cobb bristles, feeling his temper flare sharply. A nice trick of being a Myth.
"Well, kid, some folks don't get a choice," he says casually, though his tone is deceptively friendly. "You know, that slavery issue you folks on Coruscant keep pretendin' doesn't exist while you reap the benefits of all their hard work and blood."
The arrogance of the Core Worlds drives him mad sometimes. Pretend everything is fine just because slavery is illegal on the books and let the Hutts and Syndicates do what they want, sell who they want, and hurt who they want.
"And some of us like that dust trap and want to stay to protect the good people on it. Not everyone's selfish."
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“Im sorry,” he says quietly, quickly humbling himself. He hadn’t meant to prod the gundark.
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"You're gonna meet lots of folks here who don't even have lightspeed travel in their worlds. Some of them come from wars and yeah, some of them have been slaves." He's mostly thinking of Marc and himself but the young man doesn't need to know that.
"Best you stop thinkin' you're the center of the galaxy because this place you're gonna need other people to get through it. That's the key to the Trials the fox puts us through," he explains, some patience back in his tone. Cobb always gives a second chance even to bratty Core Worlders.
"Without the help of other folks you could end up dead here."
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“Yes, sir. I understand.”
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He offers his hand again. "Cobb Vanth. I'm stuck here just like you."
And that's really how Cobb sees it. They're all stuck here. A puppet show for the fox. He's not a fan of their master and the magic it used on them constantly. He's not gonna take that out on a kid though.
"You old enough to drink?"
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At the mention of a drink though he hesitates. It was generally frowned on for Jedi to drink but…
“Yes?”
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The kid is clearly young and if he's never spent much time off-world he'd have no idea how harsh the rest of the galaxy is. It's his own fault he's an ignorant Core-Worlder but at least he seems willing to listen and learn.
That's something Cobb can work with.
"There are folks who can teach you to hide those wings," he says, shifting the topic from their shared galaxy. "If they end up botherin' you. I imagine they're gonna smack into things."
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There were few times in his life that Obi-Wan felt so alone.
He only half listened to what Cobb was saying right now. Just nodding along as if he was.
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With time, Obi-Wan would get settled and make friends, make connections. Even though Cobb had tried to isolate himself out in the desert he had found people to get along with. And then Din had shown up and the presence of a familiar face had settled him more.
"Come on." Cobb held open the door when they reached the cantina. Folks here called it a tavern but Cobb couldn't given up the familiar term. He gestures the kid inside and then goes up to the bar. He puts his spoon down and orders two mugs of beer.
He nudges it against Obi-Wan's hand. "Hey, might want to snap out of it. The Trials are going to be a lot harsher than I am."
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When the mug touches his hand, he opens his mouth as if to say something but closes it again. Thinking better of it. It wasn’t so much Cobb that bothered him, but admitting that would just lead to questions. Questions he didn’t really want to answer.
Instead he took the mug, muttering something that sounded like a thank you. He then took a sip of the drink and then promptly choked. Coughing and sputtering on the vile liquid before shooting Cobb a look. “What in star’s name is this?!”
That snapped him out of it at least.
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Definitely a kid even if he should really be considered a young man.
"Just ice water for this one," he says with a jerk of his chin towards Obi-Wan. The most expensive drink on Tatooine given away away like it's nothing. It still bothers Cobb how wasteful people are with water around here.
"Guess it's not to your tastes. That's fine. You can order somethin' else if you like it better. My treat." He taps a metal finger against the spoon making it ring softly. "We're makin' more credits just talkin' like this."
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“I’m not a youngling you know,” he says irritably. Though in all honesty he wouldn’t even know what to ask for. So with that he opens his hand and uses the Force to pull the mug back. It was a challenge now.
Though there’s then a puzzled look on his face. “Earning credits? How?”
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"You're a Jedi." Because those are the only ones Cobb knows from home that are supposed to have powers like that. They're supposed to all be dead too though that turned out to be a lie.
He lets the kid have the beer. If he wants to choke it down then he can choke it down. "Interacting with people gets you credits that are stored in the spoon. They call it something else here. Lore, but it's credits."
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The observation about him being a Jedi should be an obvious one. He lives in a time where his people are still plentiful. But it’s still not uncommon for people to be surprised to see a Jedi.
And he will choke it down thank you very much. He takes a mouthful of the stuff and swallows as if to prove a point. Just ignore the shudder thar follows afterward. How do people drink this stuff? Must be an acquired taste.
“So that’s what the spoon is for.” Reaching for his belt he pulls out one of his own. Looking it over critically as if there should be something indicating how many “credits” are in it.
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The kid is too stubborn for his own good. He's clearly miserable drinking the beer but forcing himself to anyway for some sake of pride. Definitely needed to grow past that and be a real person.
"Yup. That's what it's for. Keep it with you on all times. And the comm they gave you. Both are useful."
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Stubborn is definitely a trait he has, and he’s still young and feels like he has something to prove. He will grow out of it one day, but not today. So he takes yet another swig of beer and tries not to wretch.
“All right,” he says and then puts the spoon away. Some good things to know at least. “Is there anything else around other than this… establishment?”
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He pulls out his Relic, opens the map, and slides it over to Obi-Wan. "You can look through that. There's plenty out there to see and do. And housing is open to folks. Just pick where you want to live."
It's a relatively peaceful place in between the Trials but that makes Cobb unsettled. He doesn't like the lie. "Plenty of places you can find to keep yourself busy."
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Ah a map, that will come in handy. The Padawan browsing through it as he idly sips at the beer. Starting to get used to the bitter taste as it was starting to creep into his senses and cloud his judgement a little.
“Oh good, I’m going to need to keep busy. When I’m not meditating anyway.”
Qui-Gon would want him to keep up with his meditations.
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"That's the comm device here," he explains. "There's a whole network where folks talk about what's going on and their homes. A few schools local to this place are scattered around. Combat school's near where I live."
Out in the desert where Cobb is most comfortable. It's not hot enough some days but he's adjusting to the change of having one sun. "And some folks teach things from their galaxies here and there. You already got Jedi powers but they've got magic of their own here you could learn if you were inclined."
Cobb touches none of it.
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He sighs though as he continues to look through the device. Obi-Wan is pretty savvy with tech so it was pretty easy to figure out. "I would rather stick with what I know." Learning other forms of "magic" seemed weird to him. It might come in handy, sure, but it just seemed like a betrayal to everything he had been taught already. But then maybe if he learned more about it he would think differently.
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