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December 2023 & January 2024 Test Drive Meme
December 2023 - January 2024 TDM
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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.
🦊 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: 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.
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.
🦊 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.
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 freereal 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.
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
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.
🦊 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.
Cole | Dragon Age Inquisition | Legend
Beyond Thedas and the Fade and the once Golden City... He's fallen from great heights before, not as Cole, but as something else and even now he knows he's not the Cole that walked away from Skyhold, from Lucien Trevelyan and his quest to crush the Breach and Thedas alike.
He sits where he fell for some time. He's not in a rush to go anywhere, not when there's a whole world around him that he's never encountered before. The last time this happened, he made some terrible mistakes and did things that he can't take back, so he wants to be careful not to hurt anyone while trying to help them this time.
Detention
His literacy is not strong. It doesn't need to be, he can feel the intent of the paper as he touches it, the words as good as spoken as he traces them. He only ever tries to do what is right and best, but he knew when he did it that he shouldn't have.
Left the Inquisition.
Okay.
"Tricking, ticking, trickling time touches- Detain usually means hold until punishment or freedom. Is detention purgatory?"
Gifting
It simply never passes his mind that a gift might be for him. He doesn't get gifts. Cole's only gift was a knife to stop the torment and his own presence as he died. This Cole's only gift was the companionship of Rhys, and Rhys is gone.
But seeing someone else trying to move a box, be it somewhere intentional or simply out of the way, he appears next to them in a curl of scentless smoke. "Do you want me to help?"
Detention
He glances over at the person next to him at the table, surprised to hear word of purgatory for simple detention. Yet, it is a form of detention, purgatory, one that comes with its own forms of punishment.
"Purgatory implies suffering to cleanse the soul. I do not know that we are being made to suffer. Only to repent."
Tsukasa takes the question seriously, for he would consider purgatory a worthwhile punishment. This one? It remains to be seen, but a library is not what he ever imagines purgatory to be like.
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He looks up and his eyes are sad. "It's not about guilt. It's about what's right and wrong. I'm not always good at that."
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The words aren't entirely easy to follow, though Tsukasa gathers his companion believes in compassion and kindness, rather than punishment. He understands people's choices without agreeing, while recognizing... if not right or wrong, what, his personal thoughts on the matter?
"Intentions are well and good, but they are within one's heart. Consequences are what everyone else sees," Tsukasa says. His intentions were good, but that does not excuse his actions.
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"Punishment, pain, payback, punitive payment... Hearts can be heard. People are complicated, they're inside and they're outside aren't the same. They can choose to be something they aren't. Be lots of things at once. Love and still intend to hurt. Starve and give to others to eat. Command, but take orders." His attention drifts elsewhere, then snaps back. "You're not a bad person. You should forgive yourself your mistakes. No one else can until you do."
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Gifting
And shrieks that repeatedly as the sound gets closer and closer.
And Lila may attempt to pounce on him, a flurry of pink dress and pink feathered wrings, and a corona halo.
"Of course I want you to help, Cole! You're like. The best. I mean, who else would've thought to burn turnips so a guy could die thinking about his mom's stew? Or give a wooden toy duck to Dorian? I'm so glad you're heeeeeeeeeeere!"
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"I'm sorry, Lila, I'm not your Cole. Other ways, other choices, a dwarf called Nahdezda, an elf called Tiliesh, a woman called Lila... He was a man called Lucien. The anchor couldn't weigh him down, his stone of his heart did that for him."
He gives a twitch of a small, sad smile. "He saw me, but he didn't really see anyone."
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Which had been getting easier ever since she sided with Varric in the What is Cole to Do? quandary.
But she takes that in stride. "Of course not! Because I'm the Maker's plaything! But, I can't say that I've met any of those other Inquisitors. Have you met elven women named Ellana or Elara? An elven man named Sen? But your Inquisitor sounds kinda...different. Is he a dwarf, because then stone would make sense. Most other people don't like it when they're told they have hearts of stone."
Lila watches him, a hint of sadness in her expression. "Sounds lonely."
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Cole never had a choice to make. He left before it ever became an issue. Left before the fateful return to Adamant.
He just shrugs again at her comment. Not as lonely as the White Spire had been. "I know what I am. Spirit, shifting shapes, swapping shine for skin, sensing for Seeing. Your Cole was happy."
(CW: reference to THAT Brooklyn 99 meme about the puppy)
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Gifting
Now, something to know about the former slave, he was always very aware of his surroundings and if people were nearby. Yet the next thing he knows, the person who was on the road was suddenly next to him without a sound, making him nearly jump out of his skin.
"What manner of magic was that?" his voice is unfriendly and gruff.
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Fenris is bright. Brighter than people can be, an outline in lyrium and music. "Your tattoos sing and cry. It doesn't want to be moved, so it won't be." The last bit is about the box, but that isn't necessarily apparent.
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Though the spirits of this place recently attacked them, hunted people down, almost killed him in Hawke's arms...
He speaks of his tattoos too..
"I can tell that much," he wants to kick the package, but instead he thinks about where his greatsword is and if he can get to it in time. "What manner of spirit are you?"
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"I was Compassion. Then Mercy. Now Cole. I'm not an Abomination, my body is me, not him, he died and he wanted to not be alone, so I came to be with him and then-"
It got bad for a while.
"Varric says it's enough that I want to help."
I'm sorry for him
It's okay, we both knew what we were getting into. :3
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I love him
Thank you
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Gifting
He was half a moment from trying to increase his strength when the stranger interrupts him.
"I certainly wouldn't say no. It's awfully impossible to lift."
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He doesn't often pause, but there's something tickling his ribs from the inside.
"Maybe it doesn't want to be picked up," he finally says. "Have you tried asking?"
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"Of course not!" He protests. "What kind of a solution would that be?"
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Beyond the Black City
She regarded the newcomer calmly, as though she's seen such a thing countless times. And she had. She's one of the few left from the original handful pulled into Folkmore. She's seen Star Children come and Star Children go, none of them being her beloved Alistair. As always her heart ached with the thought of him. But she couldn't let that distract her for longer than it already had.
"...hello, Star Child. Welcome to Folkmore."
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"Hello, Warden."
He makes no effort to get up off the ground either.
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"Ah. You know me. But not as a queen?"
She was staying, at least until she was sure of her footing, both emotional and physical.
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(CW: underage marriage, parenthood (as concept) mentioned)
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(CW: mental illness)
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(CW: underage/overage relationship)
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Detention
Rey's doesn't think she would even if she could. It's a big gamble, but don't all big gambles pay out the best?
In the first few months here, yes, she would've. But she's stated her goals too many times, had to justify them to friends, strangers. Herself.
Him.
But she refocused on the deathly skinny young man across from her--she recognizes the look of starvation after spending most of her life on Jakku. She's worn it a time or two herself when the salvage wasn't good or she had the misfortune of getting sick and unable to scavenge.
"What're you in for? I'll tell you mine, you tell me yours, and maybe we can get out of here and grab some food. Good stuff at the Catfe, good company too. How 'bout it?"
((OOC: this Rey comes from an AU where she stayed with Kylo Ren in exchange for him sparing the Resistance transports))
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That's really the main thing for Cole. He doesn't like cells, being alone in them. It's traumatic. But this isn't like that, so different as to be unrecognisable.
"I don't eat. I don't need to, so I don't, there's not always enough to go around. The Iron Bull is always fair but he's big and he needs more. Sera doesn't like sharing, piss off, Creepy." It's a clear mimicry of someone else, a rough accent and lilting tones.
"I said I'd help, but I left. I know I should have stayed, but I couldn't. I think it would made me something bad. But I left." He misses the people in the inner circle.
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But honestly, wasn't all of this one big gilded cage for all of them? They'd agreed to come because something had been offered they'd considered worth it, sure, but she doubted any of them would be allowed to leave until they'd done whatever it was Thirteen wanted them there for.
A wrinkle formed between Rey's eyes. What did he mean, he didn't need to eat? Everyone needed to eat eventually. Right? She gently reached out with the Force, trying to feel his presence in it. "Then Sera is mean. It's mean to hog food when there's not enough for everyone to share."
And her concern, along with her confusion, only deepened. "If staying would make you something bad, you were right to leave before it could. There's more than enough bad in the galaxy as it is."
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Beyond the Black City
Seeing some gangly kid just plopped motionlessly on the ground helps Cloud make up his mind.
He heads over to Cole, hesitating for a moment before he just lowers himself down to sit cross-legged on the ground a couple feet away from him, adjusting the huge broadsword on his back so it doesn't get in the way.] ...you alright?
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"I'm not hurt. It's just very different here. Much quieter."
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"...yeah, maybe," Cloud agrees, casting a look up at the trees around them, letting the sounds of nature and little else seep into his skin. Outside of Midgar there's plenty of nature, but half of it is usually trying to rip people apart. Nothing like this...very pointed tranquility.
Returns his attention to hat guy. "You just got here, then. Need the grand tour?" Honestly Cloud's not sure why he'd go out of his way to offer; he's not the most outgoing. Maybe it's because of that eerie feeling; he kind of wants to make sure the dude gets home safe, wherever 'home' will be for him for now.