December 2023 & January 2024 Test Drive Meme

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December 2023 - January 2024 TDM

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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.

Comments

Crowley | Good Omens | myth

[goodtobebad]

Detention;

[ Crowley slouches in his chair like some kind of delinquent. Which, well, that's what they're supposed to be, isn't it? He slips the piece of paper into an inner pocket, and absently runs a hand through his hair - grimacing as he touches the little horns that have now sprouted from his head. ]

This is ridiculous. Is this - really what they do with human children? Sit and think about what you've done?

Pranks;

[ Random packages appearing on doorsteps is like catnip to someone like Crowley, who's idea of "true evil" is gluing coins to the sidewalk, or causing disruptions to cell phone service.

Needless to say, then, that he's already switched out several packages in the neighborhood, and is in the process of switching another when he may or may not be caught in the act. ]not mess about with the mysteriously appearing packages, can you?

Epiphany;

[ He finds himself in a pub. The lighting is low, the bar is sleek, and Crowley is drinking steadily. Anyone who approaches him probably won't get much from him, hiding as he is behind his dark sunglasses. He's hunched in on himself a bit, seemingly lost in his own little world. ]

The horns really are such a cliche.

[ Yes, he's going to continue to grump about the horns. Not sorry. ]

Wildcard;

[ I'm open to lots of things, really - drop a starter or hit me up at frodabaggins! ]

Pranks

[spktr]

[Steven has been around long enough to realize that something annoying is going on, cyclical as the events in Folkmore are, so he's cautious around these suspiciously convenient packages showing up left and right, brightly colored like they should all be tempted to pick them up. Clearly, it's working for some.

He doesn't recognize the person he runs into with package in hand, clearly up to something, though Steven isn't the type to berate people for going about their business. He's definitely curious though, which is why he stops in his tracks and pivots, awkwardly fiddling with the strap of the bag hanging off one shoulder.]

Sorry, are you... looking for something? [Sus?? Maybe a little, as he looks from one package on this doorstep to the one in Crowley's hands.] Or have you been hand delivering all of these yourself?

of course my bad html skillz cut off my starter lol

[goodtobebad]

[ Crowley stands up, in all his dark, lanky glory, and peers at the stranger through his sunglasses. ]

Yup. [ He pops the p at the end there. ] Father Christmas, that's me.

it happens to the best of us!!

[spktr]

[He can't help but smile at the sarcasm because clearly this stranger wouldn't be playing as a postman... maybe, unless that's something he's into, which Steven obviously wouldn't know. Either way, he's too curious to let it go.]

You're a lot less beardy than I would've thought. [He gestures toward his own chin.] Though the sunglasses are wicked.

[goodtobebad]

Yeah, not this century.

[ Crowley does smile a little at the compliment, however. ]

Thanks. Name’s Crowley. When I’m not Father Christmas, that is.

Epiphany;

[backtoretail]

[as soon as Madison figured out the trick to the library detention, she knew she needed a drink. probably several drinks.

she's just gotten her third Old Fashioned when she overhears the man in the sunglasses and horns say something about the horns being a cliche. so she has to go over and ask]

Why, are you a bad boy or something?

[goodtobebad]

[ Crowley glances up, peering at the newcomer for a moment. ]

You might say I'm the original bad - well, being. One of them, anyway.

[ He tips the sunglasses down his nose a bit, revealing his yellow, snakelike eyes. ]

[backtoretail]

[what he'll see is a stunning (in her opinion) young blonde in a long black dress with black feathered wings. and a come hither stare which could probably be seen from space]

One? Do you have a brother?

[but the eyes. those are new. even Langdon didn't have eyes like that]

Detention

[bossyboiler]

Yes. It's a punishment meant to make kids sit and reflect upon what they've done. Usually. I think. I never once had detention as a child.

[ Says the prim but pissy-looking woman looking woman sitting at a desk opposite him. She is grumpy. ]

I didn't regret what I did then. I don't regret it now.

[goodtobebad]

Nor should you.

[ If anything, Crowley sprawls further in his own seat. ]

Rebelling, asking questions - it's what all the most interesting people do. No sense regretting it. So. What're you in for?

[bossyboiler]

I shouldn't! You're right.

[ And she likes being right. Can she out stubborn the Fox? She's going to certainly try. ]

I punched my brother in the crotched and kicked him after he went down.

[ She doesn't say why though. That would imply regret and she has none! ]

[honored_one]

[The reason Crowley gets caught in the act is because he's not the only lanky, dark-glasses-wearing trickster out there swapping packages for the fun of it. This particular one has already gotten his own gift, as well as a victim of one not meant for him, as he's already covered in glitter.

Gojo gives him a serious look, then does that gesture where he points at both of his eyes and then points them back to Crowley. He sees you, bro.]

Hey. I'm not going to be the only one out here sparkling for the next week, okay?

[goodtobebad]

[ Crowley, spotting and recognizing a kindred spirit, of sorts, manages a mischievous sort of smirk - both at the knowledge that he's not the only one playing this most obvious prank, but that this person seems to have already fallen for it. ]

Honestly, it serves you all right, opening packages left on your doorstep by strangers. Never understood the whole Father Christmas thing.

[honored_one]

I thought there was a Game Boy in there! It was worth the risk, okay?

[He shakes some of the glitter out of his hair. Honestly, worse things could have exploded out of that package. He's going to make this glitter everyone else's problem.]

Might as well pass the glitter curse on to someone else then.

detention

[reloves]

[ Minako giggles - seemingly unbothered by the fact that she's stuck in detention, or whatever passes for it here, nor by the fact that Crowley clearly looks like someone who's way too old to be in school, let alone stuck in detention.

He may be grimacing, but a devilish grin is unfolding on the teenage girl's face. ]

Oh, sure, that's what they want. But that just means you haven't recognized the true fun of detention just yet.

[goodtobebad]

[ The girl across from him captures his interest immediately with her comments. He raises his eyebrows, his scowl even threatening to turn into a smirk. ]

Yeah? And what's the fun of detention, then?

[reloves]

Breaking out, of course.

[ She doesn't even bother to lower her volume into a whisper, or anything of the sort. Like she either isn't thinking they're being overheard here, or she just isn't afraid of the consequences. ]

Even if I bet they're not going to make it easy on us, there has to be a way out of here. No way we're just going to sit around and do what that fox wants, right?

Detention

[10billionpercent]

That's exactly what they do with children. [ A pause. ] I don't really need to tell you that doesn't work, do I?

[ Senku snorts. He remembers getting in trouble as a child and he never learned his lesson. Don't steal school supplies. Don't break the law. Gosh. The things that he had to deal with! ]

I'm far too old for detention.

[goodtobebad]

[ Crowley snorts dramatically. ]

You're too old?

So, what're you in for?

[10billionpercent]

I really am. [ He's an adult and all, but he's also not as young as he looks. Granted Crowley still wins. By quite a bit. ]

A variety of schemes. Lies. A few federal crimes. A couple of war crimes. How about you?

[ Technically true, although in context they weren't bad things. ]

epiphany

[pursuitofcappiness]

Yeah, but they're mostly just made of whatever nails are made of, so you can usually shave them down if you want.

[ Steve's only at this bar to play darts and pool, both of which he excels at. ]

[goodtobebad]

[ Crowley blinks (though Cap probably can't see it, from behind his sunglasses and all) and stares for a moment. Like is this guy real? Then shakes it off and resumes his lounging posture which gives one the impression that he doesn't actually have a spine. ]

It's the principle of the thing. What're they going to do next, give me a tail and a pitchfork?

[pursuitofcappiness]

Tail, maybe, I've seen a couple of those. Pitchfork? Probably not.

[ Then, in an effort to make the guy feel a little better, Steve taps his forehead and a halo materializes. Because he doesn't get the point. ]

We all get something, so it's not just you.

You'll get used to it.

Detention

[peninhand]

It's the same principle as prison.

[ Monika is playing with the piece of paper where her crime is written. Deleting your four best friends is awful, but she's already said how awful she feels for that!! This world truly is the worst. ]

Put someone away for a while and hope magically by the end of it, they'll have learned something.

[goodtobebad]

Yeah, and that's never really worked, either.

Though, for most of human history, prison was just somewhere they put you until they could execute you.

[ He should know. ]