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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.
Re: (CW: sexual harassment)
"I do like the uniform, though. It's really sexy and not in a trying too hard way." Honestly, it looks like something to be worn to a club, but she knows that looks are important.
"That's a shame. How many people hit on you guys on a daily basis? I'm gonna guess a lot."
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The compliment makes him laugh. "Thank you, I think." He chuckles. "Uh, not really anyone." He rubs the back of his neck.
"I think it's all the black, but it's the royal colour."
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Madison grins at him, obvious surprise on her face. "No one flirts with you? Really? I find that incredibly hard to believe, you're a snack."
"And black goes with everything. It's the Coven color, too."
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"It does, but back then with the Lucian royalty in charge there was a lot of weird social rules about what to wear, and being in all black wasn't a thing, because that was for the court. Kind of a weird thing I guess. Because I'm a 'Guard, I get away with it."
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"Dress codes are the worst. I wanted to smack the shit out of Fiona when she said we could only wear black. I had an entire closet full of beautiful designer clothes, but it only mattered if it were black." Conspiratorially, she says "I even had to go to H&M to make sure I had enough black clothes. A crisis."
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"I don't look like a native Lucian. Kinda got me in a lot of trouble over the years. Even now. Might not be so bad if I was Galahdian or something, but considering we've been at war with Niflheim my entire life, coming from the country that is literally destroying yours, kinda riles people up." There's not much he can do about it. He immigrated as a baby, he had nothing to do with anything and his citizenship is not in question.
"I pretty much wear the same thing all the time, but this is the formal uniform. I'm gonna see about getting something made that's not so stuffy. Provided my king approves." He's pretty sure he will.
cw: fantasy discrimination/racism
"That sucks. Can't you just say, hey, I'm not into whatever the other side is bringing," she asked, looking confused. "Though, probably not. People where I'm from are assholes depending on whether or not your first cousin twice removed is a star. Why shouldn't they care about you and who you are? Which probably isn't reassuring at all, but it's how things work." And probably how they'd always worked. Which sucked, but there you go. Life never promised to be fair.
"If he's halfway decent, you'll get to. If he's not, hey, you've got a new career path to think about." Madison was good at cutting ties and running at the first opportunity.
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"Unfortunately not. Don't get as much of that these days. People tend to know my name for my skills and rank, but when I was growing up it gave people a lot of excuses to be pretty shitty to me. I mostly hear a lot of shit, but you know. Bigger problems than where I came from." It wasn't fair, a lot of things in his life weren't fair, but he's not going to sit around and cry about it. Not much anyway.
Prompto chuckles. "Uh, no. My job is both a lifelong 'I'll die for you oath' and also he's my best friend. Can't pay me enough to bail on him." He sighs rather contently. "However, I don't think he's gonna complain, I just want something less formal."
cw: fantasy discrimination/racism
"Ugh. What is it with discrimination and shitty people being everywhere? It's like, don't you have your own problems to worry about without being a problem for someone else? Evidentially not." After she died for the second time, Cordelia apparently decided to announce that witches and warlocks were real. Not Cordelia's finest hour in Madison's opinion. People were assholes and if you give them a reason to be an asshole, they're going to take it and run.
"Damn. That's actually kind of impressive in an, I don't know, Game of Thrones kingsguard kind of way. But unlike those, they don't make you swear an oath of chastity. If they did, it would be a waste." Okay, so maybe she was flirting a little bit. That's what Madison did, if she wasn't being bitchy she was flirting.
cw: fantasy discrimination/racism
"He's a dick and I hate him, but I have reasons." It doesn't explain anything, but Prompto moves on.
"Ha." He laughs lightly. "Uh, no that definitely was not on the table." Prompto is blushing slightly too. He's not very experienced in the area of being flirted with.
cw: fantasy discrimination/racism/ableism
"Trust me, loads of people have someone like that in their life. There's always a dick out there with plenty of reasons to be hated." It was true. Both as an actress and a witch.
And that blush is adorable. "Wellll. Do you have someone special here? Or is your dance card open?"
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"Uhhhh." He stammered a bit. "Well, um it is, but it's kind of complicated?"
He was in love with his best friend. It was a hard place to be.
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"Ohhhh. So not Facebook official, but you have a crush." The It's Complicated status was one of the only reasons why she kept Facebook after it had been overrun by Boomers and mommy bloggers.
She'd be able to relate. Her feelings for her frenemy, Zoe, were also complicated.
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Especially at home. One can't just date the future king of their country.
"It's been an embarrassingly long time to love someone."
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One could, but they'd have to hope the king had a brother or sister or cousin to be heir.
"Have you thought about maybe saying something about it?"
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"Uh...well...I mean. Loads of times but I don't know if it's really the right time to say something, you know?"
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"Why not? Does he have a boyfriend or girlfriend already?"
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"Now he's the one that died so...like yeah. Complicated."
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"Maybe we'll figure it out."
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Even if he looks a little uncomfortable, Prompto at least doesn't seem bothered by it. He's had social anxiety for about 30 years now, he's used to it.
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He does look uncomfortable, so Madison had decided to switch the emphasis over to her. Not that she ever ran out of things to talk about when it came to herself.
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(CW: bugs--cockroach, closeted)
So she squashed that voice like it was a roach in a New York apartment.
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(CW: internalized homophobia)
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