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This Test Drive meme is open to all.
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 also allowed to have in-game characters post to the TDM so long as they mark their top levels ‘Current Character.’

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.

Current players are always encouraged to tag new people on the TDM!

🦊 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.

[ Prompt One ★ Prompt Two]

Thirteen Knows What You Did Last Summer . ★

Content Warnings: School Detention, Time Not Passing, Forced Reflection/Confession, Potential Violence

Welcome to detention. Star Children, whether they're new arrivals to Folkmore or old hands, find themselves sitting at two person desks in a library. Perhaps there's only two Star Children, perhaps up to four or five. Regardless, each Star Child has a slip of paper in their hands which spells out why they are in detention, a secret detention slip no one else can read. Which, whew, because the reason any Star Child is in detention is for something they've never been punished for, something they might reasonably have thought they got away with, something they know was wrong.

The door to the library opens, and Kuma Lisa enters. She explains that Star Children will be in detention for four hours, and by the end of detention, they will need to reflect on what they did and express contrition. The headmistress gives no further guidance before leaving and closing the doors behind her.

Four hours is a notable chunk of time, but it's not so long, is it? Surely it's possible to wait it out without making good on the assignment… Or perhaps it's enough to write about it in one of the notebooks on the table in front of each student, without explaining it to another soul. Star Children are welcome to try whatever they want. However, they may notice an oddity with the clock. Namely, no matter how many times the second hand ticks around a circle to mark a whole minute, the minute and hour hands don't progress. It's the same minute over and over and over—

Detention is four hours, but how long four hours takes is entirely up to the Star Children in detention. Read every book in the library. Throw a dance party. Get high. Pull weapons out of the books. All matter of non-magical weapons. Nothing immediately happens upon pulling those weapons—no monsters to make detention less boring. Unless people make progress reflecting on their transgression, communicating about it with another Star Child, and showing penitence for it, time won't pass. Reality warps to stay in the same minute, minute after minute, hour after hour.

What's it going to be? Never ending detention or personal accountability?

However long it takes, it only takes four hours in the realm of Folkmore.

A word of warning to those who grabbed weapons, they will be attacked on their way home after detention. They will be attacked by creatures out of storybooks. Star Children will need to know the literary weaknesses of these creatures, good luck, or the help of someone else coming along who does know their weaknesses. At least there's some excitement in the day after four long long hours.

🦊 Star Children, new and old, in groups of 2-5 are in detention for something they did wrong & haven't been punished for.
🦊 Kuma Lisa explains detention lasts four hours, and people have to express regret for what they did by the end.
🦊 Time doesn't pass unless Star Children make progress toward that assignment.
🦊 It always takes four hours in Folkmore time.
🦊 Star Children who draw weapons from books during detention will be attacked on their way home.

To Prank or to be Pranked . ★

Content Warnings: Theft, Glitter Bombs, Minor Power Nerfing

There's a problem with the nonexistent mail delivery system in Folkmore. Gifts are being delivered to residents' addresses—their correct addresses, even if they live in the woods—but those recipients, written on a fat cream label, cannot pick them up, teleport them, or otherwise move them under their own power. These gifts sit in garish and contrasting colors that make certain to draw attention to themselves. Hello, here they are.

Anyone else can pick these packages up, from the person next door to a stranger walking by. There's so many gifts around it's easy to pick one up, remove the label, and go on one's way. Few people are home all the time, and even if they are, what are they going to do? Pick it up themselves? Ha! It's free ~~real estate~~. Star Children with abilities to see inside the packages can see something they want badly within as extra motivation to go for it.

When Star Children open their ill gotten gains, these packages explode in a glitter bomb that coats everyone within a ten foot radius. This glitter is impossible to wash out, magic away, or otherwise remove for twenty-four hours. Walk, swim, fly, or otherwise go about with glittery evidence of the crime committed.

Almost always. If it were guaranteed, where would the fun be in that?

The rare fortunate criminal or the original recipient, helped by another Star Child, will receive an item from home. This may even be a weapon or magical item. Those who receive an item will stop receiving gifts on their doorstep, whether they stole the gift or received it from a package addressed to them. They can keep stealing other people's gifts, but they will only receive a glitter bomb from then on.

Mischievous Star Children can even prank each other by changing the label and redelivering packages to someone else. Should that person get help to bring the gift inside, it still isn't their gift, not really, so it too will explode in glitter.

🦊 Gifts appear outside Star Children's residences, even those without residences.
🦊 Recipients cannot pick up the gift but any other Star Child can.
🦊 Almost all stolen gifts explode in a glitter bomb that leaves glitter for 24 hours.
🦊 Star Children can receive an item from home, even a weapon or magical item.
🦊 Star Children can prank each other by changing the labels/moving the packages.

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One Wrong Turn

For all that the moment the fox arrived hailed back to his school days, to happy times, something motivated him to follow the fox. As he stares at the slip of paper before him, all the good drains away and leaves him with a foul, terrible truth. Nanami failed them. He's not a child anymore. It's his responsibility, no matter how exhausted, as an adult to prioritize their safety. The words alone are enough to make his anger flare—not at Satoru Gojo or the elders or cursed spirits but at himself.

When the woman, who feels like the fox, enters and explains the situation, it confirms the deep pit in his stomach. That's it. She's gone, and Nanami, much as he knows he did wrong, much as he is willing to face it, does not immediately turn to anyone with him and speak. He opens the notebook on the desk and stares at the blank page before him. While his mind whirs and processes his guilt, he picks up a pen, mindlessly, and starts to draw and color in large spots on the page. White on black, simple as can be. All of them the same size.   Polka dots.

Deserves Another

Without anywhere in particular to go, Nanami wanders the streets of Epiphany until he feels the sense of something dangerous watching him. His pace stays the same, but he pulls up a map on the device provided to him and finds the quickest way out of town. Toward where doesn't matter so long as it's away from people. He memorizes the route, checks the time, and tucks the device away.

The dagger differs from his usual knife, but Nanami does what he can. He tears page out of hand inked page from the notebook tucked away in a pocket and wraps the polka dotted paper around the dagger until the blade is entirely covered. That feels better. He reaches the edges of the city, the area deserted, when the first beast shows itself.

The large wolf growls and snarls at Nanami, standing between him and the way out of town. He adjusts his glasses and carries forward toward the creature. He takes the measure of the creature, finding many critical points per his ability, and swings at the creature's leg when it attacks. The wrapped dagger, cloaked in cursed energy, slices through the leg.

"I have no quarrel with you," Nanami tells the creature, but it howls and advances closer. Other wolves howl, their calls growing closer, and the blond man sighs. It seems it's time to work.

Kids These Days

Nanami exits a cafe in Tides, having enjoyed an excellent meal, and returns to the hotel he's temporarily taken residence in while he sorts things out. He has no desire to move permanent residences repeatedly, so despite the various apartments and housing on offer, the hotel feels more appropriate. A man in transition. Time to ascertain the facts and act upon those facts. Back in a world of the living. Back in a world without—

A small frown. Outside the door to his suite is a box, clearly a present that would not survive outside conditions well. It's garish and draws attention to itself. Further, crouching, Nanami sees that the label is addressed to him. Someone has sorted out where he's staying and sent, what, a welcome gift? A holiday present? Regardless, Nanami doesn't want it outside his room drawing attention to both itself and to him.

He lifts—pardon, he attempts to lift—the box. Despite all his strength as a jujutsu sorcerer, nothing happens. The box stays exactly where it is, not even tipping up on one corner. Nanami stands to full height, extends his senses throughout this portion of the hotel, and shouts, "GOJO!"

Helpful Neighbor

Once he learns these gifts are everywhere, not merely a targeted prank at one person's hands, Nanami takes time out of his day when he sees someone arrive home with a gift on their doorstep. Politely as can be, he moves to close the distance, waves to get attention (much as he'd generally prefer not to grab attention), and stands a respectful distance away. In case they're merely humoring him.

"Pardon," Nanami says, "Is this gift yours? I received one earlier and needed help with it. I would be glad to offer my assistance." A small bow.

It isn't saving anyone from cursed spirits, but helping others is part of what he's tasked himself to do. And it's only polite.

From the moment Nanami landed in Folkmore, Gojo knew he was here. There really isn't a way for him not too, really. There aren't many jujutsu sorcerers here, and it's easy to pick them out. He was on a far-off corner of the realm at the moment, and he could check in on whoever this was at any point, right? They have all the time in the world.

That's when he heard the call for him specifically, which is a pleasant surprise. He's there in a matter of seconds - no need for public transit when you have Limitless. Gojo is suddenly there, looking like he's definitely been on the road for a couple of days: scuffed clothes, messy hair (more than normal), and a backpack. He's also 17, so there's that. No wonder Gojo didn't pick out who this was by their energy. This was Nanami, but so very different from when he last saw him. For a moment, he looks shocked, before breaking out into a grin.

"Holy shit."

Also, it should be noted, he's got glitter on him. A lot of it.

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Sure enough, Gojo arrives. Nanami's already suspicious gaze narrows further at the sight of Gojo before him. It's nothing he hasn't seen before. It's nothing— It's Gojo exactly as he looked when they were still in high school, complete with utter disregard for civilized levels of personal hygiene and respect for others. That stands out the most. More even than the glitter. Glitter could be anything with Gojo.

The greeting earns a small frown. Nanami's dressed the same way, in the same outfit, that he's worn for years with little variation. Nothing about it should be surprising to someone who's known Nanami his entire career in jujutsu sorcery. Except Gojo looks seventeen and the fox brought Nanami here after he died, so what's taking the most powerful sorcerer of the modern era as a teenager next to that? It's not as though everyone in Folkmore is dead (or was dead).

Yet if Gojo's shocked to see him, then the present shouldn't be from him? Don't tell him Yuki is here too. Nanami doesn't need the headache of her presence as well. Best to act as though all of this isn't a surprise.

"Well pick it up and come inside," Nanami says. He unlocks his hotel door, glad it's not a permanent residence (he would never invite Gojo into his permanent residence), and holds the door open.

Gojo laughs a little in disbelief as the man gives him a command, and simply turns around to go inside. He folds his arms and doesn't budge.

"Are you for-- Yeah, of course you're for real." And to think for a split second, Gojo had been glad to see him.

He gives the gift on the ground a tap with his toe. Why did Nanami want him to pick it up? Was it another glitter trap? His first gift wasn't, but the second one Gojo tried for was, and now he'll be leaving a trail of glitter wherever he goes for days.

"Why, what's in this one? Smoke bomb? Springy snakes?"

For the moment, Nanami holds the door open, an invitation not frequently offered Gojo. They no longer live in the dorms. Nanami hasn't lived there in years. Gojo could force his way inside anywhere Nanami lives, but some things are sacred and even Satoru Gojo respects or abides by them. Not that he has high hopes for a teenage Gojo.

"I don't know what's in it," Nanami says plainly. He doesn't budge either. "Now are you going to pick it up and come inside or not?"

He steps away from the door so that it starts to close in Gojo's face.

Nanami Kento | Jujutsu Kaisen | Legend

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