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December 2023 & January 2024 Test Drive Meme
December 2023 - January 2024 TDM
Introduction
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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.
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...I don't think four hours are gonna pass until we do something.
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Okay. Okay. I mean, this is really stupid. We don't even know each other, why should we have to talk about whatever's on those slips? What does it matter? What's it gonna change? Nothing.
[He may be projecting here. But, what was written on his slip was pretty bad for him. It's the whole reason he came to Folkmore when offered - so he wouldn't have to think about it anymore. Spoiler alert, it's not working. He thinks about it all the time.]
What're they trying to prove here? If you talk about whatever that said, is it going to solve your problems? Make you feel better?
[From his tone, Gojo is assuming Casey is on his side here.]
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Probably not, no... trials aren't really meant to make anybody feel better, though. Not in my experience. They're supposed to make you, uh. Be better. Right?
[Reach your true potential, or whatever. Technically speaking, being able to admit what you've done wrong and express remorse is... better? Than the alternative.]
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That whole potential thing, huh. Tch. Should have fuckin' known.
[He thinks a lot about the conversation he had with Thirteen before accepting her offer. How she used Geto's words against him. The line on his detention slip should not have come as a surprise.
He's quiet for a moment as he tried to figure this all out, running a hand over his face again.]
Alright. So. How... how deep are we supposed to get, here. Or can we just say, "I'm sorry for" whatever is written on our slips, how we'll never do it again, and that'll be enough?
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I'm not sure, but we can try it. Start with that, see if we can leave, and keep trying until we find what works.
[It's better that than baring way more than they're comfortable will right from the get-go.]
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[Gojo is internally kicking himself for acting like he did when first arriving. Maybe if he played it cooler, this would be a little easier. But this is hitting the one button that he absolutely cannot act cool about.
Maybe admitting this to a stranger is the best way to go about this. At least it's not Inumaki here. Or worse, Nanami.
Gojo lets out a cleansing deep breath before speaking as flatly.]
I'm sorry for... ignoring my best friend's suffering. But there is nothing I can do to fix it.
[Nothing he can think of, anyway, and he's thought about it constantly.
Gojo doesn't look at Casey while addressing him, staring ahead blankly.]
Okay. Your turn.
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He unfolds and looks down at his paper, silent for a few moments longer, before he finally admits,]
I'm sorry for... closing the portal, and locking my friend on the other side. Just because it helped the world doesn't mean it was right.
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[He means it, even if his voice sounds distant. Gojo's eyes remained fixed ahead of him, mostly now to keep an eye on the clock. As the second hand passes by, the minute hand remains in place. Gojo's head hangs. Thirteen probably didn't like that but qualifier in his confession, for one thing.
Part of him really wants to destroy the clock like their slips, but he'll try to be good .]
Are you kidding... Okay, fine. It's not that I was ignoring him, I would never do that. Never. There was just-- There was a lot going on. With me, with him, with every fuckin' thing. But I swear I wasn't ignoring him.
[He's getting closer to the actual answer here, though he doesn't realize it yet.]
Things aren't just black 'n white, right?
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For now, he shoves that aside and focuses on this guy's problems.]
No, they're not. Life's not that simple. [Nothing is as simple as he'd like it to be.] What was happening to him? Did he tell you?
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[Gojo hides a pained look by pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers.]
He didn't say anything. Whether cuz he didn't want to, or-- or because I was too busy, or maybe... [he didn't trust me anymore. He can't bring himself to say that one.] I-I dunno. It's just-- Being a jujutsu sorcerer fucking sucks, and we don't make any allusions about it. He knew what it was going to be like, and--
[This is all an unusual amount of emotions for Gojo to be going through at once. But he's getting awfully close to the core of the problem here. Not everyone is Satoru, strongest sorcerer in the world, pride of the Gojo clan. Not everyone can hack it. Not everyone should be expected to. They're kids, after all.
He takes a deep breath. It's all still very recent and he barely had time to process it before coming to Folkmore. He also really hates being this emotional in front of anyone. He gives Casey a tired look.]
It's far past fixing now. And I'm guessing what was on your slip is the same. What're we supposed to do?
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He looks down at his slip, unfolding it carefully to let the words sink in once more.]
...I don't... think we're supposed to focus on fixing anything. Like you said, it's done. We can't undo it. Maybe... we're supposed to think about, um. what we could have done differently. If we could have helped the people we cared about, instead of... letting them suffer without us.
[It is the one connecting thread he could find between them, at least. Someone was suffering, and either their action caused more harm, or their inaction didn't prevent it. Isn't it kind of the same, in the end? Someone dear was hurt, and they did nothing to stop it.]
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Much like earlier, when they recited their "I'm sorry for" lines, when Gojo speaks up again, it sounds just as rehearsed.]
... Then I won't let them suffer without me anymore. If that's what it takes. Being a sorcerer is tough enough, and the elders sure don't give a shit about how we feel about it. So I will. I'll make sure I do if no one else will.
[It dawns on him how Inumaki told him how he's their teacher in the future. Was this is? Was it going this way the whole time? He feels a little taken for a ride now, but he's too emotionally exhausted to get mad. There'll be time for that later. Instead, he lets out a quiet, mirthless laugh and rubs his eyes.]
Damn. Y'know, I had been saying such nice things about this place up until today.
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...Me too. Even with this, it's still the best place I ever lived.
[Which is weak, but the truth is the truth, whatever form it might take. He folds his legs to tuck them close to his chest, hugging them and resting his chin on his knees.]
I've thought about it over and over... what I could've done differently. I can't find an answer. I want to, though. I want so badly for there to have been another way. Can a world be saved without sacrifice? Is it because we were too weak, or the enemy was too strong? Why was it me who made the choice? I'm not strong, I don't have powers... what else should I have done...?
[He doesn't expect an answer from Gojo. No one has one, as far as he knows. That's what makes the situation so impossible.]
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That's just it then, huh. They don't want us to have answers. Cuz there aren't any. That were bending ourselves out of shape trying to find something that doesn't exist.
[They haven't even been here that long, and he already feels exhausted.]
Acceptance, the final stage of grief, right? Somethin' like that.
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So... it's not a different solution that we should be finding, but the ability to accept that we can't change anything?
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Buddy, if I knew for sure, we would be here anymore. But it feels like this might be one of those kinda lessons, right? We've been... I dunno, looking for answers in the wrong place, in the wrong direction. Like you said - do better going forward.
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[Is it enough? They showed remorse, that's what Thirteen wanted.]
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He does, however, reach out a hand to give him a comforting pat on the shoulder, leaving it there for a moment.]
Hey. I got some good news.
[He'll give that shoulder a tiny shake, and if Casey looks up, Gojo points to the clock.]
It's 4:32.
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...Let's go, then. Let's get out of here before they change their mind.
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Yeah. Don't need them deciding we need to be writing an essay or something too.
[Gojo hesitates for a moment, wanting to say something, but boy is he all talked out. He opts for something simple.]
Hey, uh. You'll be okay, alright?
[He won't let Casey retort. In a flash of cursed energy, Gojo disappears.]