May 2022 Test Drive Meme

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MAY 2022 TDM

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A PLACE IN THIS WORLD

Content Warnings: Possible insanity via cuts by thorns. Temporary nullification of abilities.

DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS

The world comes into focus in one sharp, overwhelming rush. You are laying on the ground surrounded by staggering walls of flowers of all types and colors. Their sweet scent fills the air and the sky above is clear, blue, beautiful, and endless. It would be easy to be lulled into a quiet nap in such a peaceful place. You can even hear a soft, disembodied voice singing songs from some unknown place all around you. After some time, this siren song creates an intense yearning that will eventually bring you to your feet and pull you forward. You are filled with the urge to find someone important. You may know who or you might just have some aimless, faceless person at the forefront of your mind.

All you know is that when you finally find them, you'll know. Is it love? Is it a friend you have always needed? The perfect enemy? Only time will tell, but for now, you must find them. The flower maze is dense and for now, it doesn't seem like flying out and above them is an option. If you try, you just wind up vaulted back into the maze. Nope! This trial is about using other means of exploration. Maybe you can destroy the flowers, but you will find that this flower field is apparently endless. If you get cut by thorns along the way, you will become increasingly hectic about finding this mystery person. Some have been thrown into insane desperation just looking for their People among the flowers.

But once you finally find them, you're both filled with relief and the flowers around you blossom wider. You can then treat the flower maze like a solvable puzzle and get your way out of it. However, some people spend a bit more time in the maze since once you do find your person or people, you will be stricken with the urge to talk to them, to "open up" about your yearning to find them...even if you've never met them before!

OUT OF THE WOODS

Just outside of the flower maze is a little festival set up just on the edge of Willow and partway into Epiphany! Little stalls of food and drinks have been set up - and we mean little! The good folk who set up these stalls are magical cats standing upright and wearing clothes like little people! All the stalls are cat-sized and so are the dishes and food - which means most of the people walking through will likely be quite a bit bigger! That's okay, the cat folk seem happy to serve you bigger or multiple helpings of their yummy soups and bread. None of them seem able to really communicate with the new arrivals, but that's okay, their cute meows are fun to listen to anyway.

The music is a bit more pronounced here and a handful of cat couples are dancing around. Don't be surprised if they encourage you to join in the dancing! Maybe you didn't actually find someone in the flower maze - if not, the cat folk will encourage you to dance with another new arrival to get to know them! Because apparently dancing with someone you don't know is a good formal introduction? Ah well. Sometimes it's just the idea that counts.

There will also be some supplies to help patch people up who have gotten a lot of cuts from the flower maze. Some of the bouts of insanity are probably still going a bit hectic, so you might want to lay down in the recovery area until you feel a bit more stable. Talking to people apparently helps with the stability, so maybe strike up a conversation with a fellow newbie?

ENCHANTED

Content Warnings: Optional selective amensia and/or altered sense of self, possible monster/creature violence, temporary enchantments, forced relocations.

LONG STORY SHORT

You're in a very unusual, specific outfit and in a place you might have seen once or twice in a storybook or in the imagination of your childhood. For some, you might pick up on what's happening immediately. For others, you might be so immersed in the role that you don't realize it - but you're featuring in a classic fairy tale. Maybe it's Sleeping Beauty or Little Red Riding Hood or Tale of the White Snake or The Mirror of Matsuyama. Either way, you're the main character or the main antagonist and it looks like you're going to have to play out the story with whoever you're stuck with!

The other person in the trial can either match up to the other side of the story or just arrive as themselves and have to play along. Trying to just abandon the trial is quite literally impossible! You're stuck in the weird woods or high tower and trying to "leave" just results in you going in repeated cycles until you wind up where you started. You have a role to fill and you might as well get used to playing roles in Folkmore! It's time to understand how these trials work. What lesson are you supposed to take away?

If you're grumbling about it or are left confused, don't worry! Thirteen will appear to those struggling and explain the situation: "You need to play out the story! C'mon. Everyone knows this story...Right? Well, whatever, it's obvious! If you play your part, I promise I'll give you something you want." Can you really trust a fox though? Especially the fox who brought you here? She laughs before you can really pester her for more information and vanishes in a burst of red dust. Foxes really are mischievous, aren't they...At least most fairy tales are incredibly short, basic, and straightforward so most people should be able to figure it out!

In theory.

DAYLIGHT

At least the Fox wasn't lying. When you complete the task of the story, the fairy tale world will melt into one of the settings in Folkmore and you will be brought back into the current reality. You will be left in the weird clothes, but fear not! A mystery trunk has appeared in front of you and whoever you completed the trial with. Inside the trunk, you will find some of your canon clothes and a few canon items. Nearby, there will be some weapons sticking out of the ground: basic swords, guns, shields, etc. These items might not be enchanted, but at least you have something to work with!

Better yet, you don't necessarily have to complete the Long Story Short prompt to find these trunks either! They seem to be dotted around Folkmore and you might find them just by virtue of exploration! The trunks seem to mysteriously know who is opening them so you won't find someone else's stuff by accident, but you might have to fight over who gets the sword in the stone...

A word of caution to those who grab the weapons...You will immediately be tested on how good you are with them. As soon as you have pulled them out of the ground, the ground will begin trembling and a serpent-like creature will form out of the ground. If you're in Wintermute, you have a sizeable icy creature to deal with. If you're in Cruel Summer, meet the fire-breathing snakey nightmare that's going to try and roast you alive. Don't think Epiphany or Willow will have gentler creatures! They might be covered in moss or flowers but they will hit just as hard. You have to defeat the angry creature - or try running for your life. They are relatively easy to beat and people without powers can manage if they are highly skilled or...really lucky...Or if someone far more capable finds them! Good luck. As a pro-tip, maybe don't pull weird swords out of the ground in the future.

Comments

Dirk Strider | Homestuck | Legend

[givehead]

OUT OF THE WOODS

(Dirk isn't much of a cat person. He's more of a horse person, a dog person, and kind of a bird person, but not a cat person. Still. They are fucking cute and it's hard to no coo over them because he felt, maybe, that it would be kind of rude to coo over something that seemed more sentient than the typical cat. He's sitting on a micro chair, somehow managing to look completely at ease in the undersized chair, and has a mini teacup pinched between his fingers that he delicately sips from.)

This is delicious fuckin' tea, Anne Marie. Did you really make this on your own? (The cat he's talking to is a puffy ragdoll in a dress and she gives a loud 'murrrrrow.' As if he can understand her, he just nods and holds his cup out for more tea.) Absolutely supreme work.

(Another meow as she pours him some tea.)

How are the kids? ('Meow meow meow') Wow, Johnny's already in pre-school? Where the hell does the time go? ('Meeeeow!') Goddamn. Susan said her first words? What the fuuuuuck- hey, where are you going?

(Wow, Anne Marie, the absolute betrayal??? The cat's wandering off, confirming Dirk's suspicion that they don't really understand them at all. That or cats really are just that rude.)

I didn't care about your dumb kids anyway. (Can someone please talk to him so he's not talking to himself anymore???)

LONG STORY SHORT: SLEEPING BEAUTY (CW: Decapitation and kinda necrophilia if you squuuint! But like it's aesthetic.)

(There's a dragon lurking around somewhere waiting for everything to be set in motion, but for now, none of that matters. For now, it's you and a castle and the princess in the tower that needs to be saved. Only it's not a princess, it's more of a prince. Dirk's body has been laid on top of a bed of dense, luxurious white roses. The bedframe is ornately crafted to look like a swan, wings folded around the head, thin, gauze-like material acting as a modest curtain around the bed.

Dirk is dressed in an elaborate purple outfit complete with crown and all. Even being a prince, it is an otherwise enchanting setting, but upon closer inspection, there were a few things off.

The first being that written above the bed in bold, slashed letters is: WAKE THE PRINCE: LET HIM WRECK THIS SHIT. Not exactly standard of a cute retelling of Sleeping Beauty...It appears as though Dirk's dream self must have written the demanding note. So, are you going to wake him up or take some (reasonable) caution with that threat?

The next thing is the sword lodged through the swan's head. Hm! That's not where that belongs! Actually, now that you're looking around, there are swords sticking out of just about everything in sight. Wow, okay!

The last thing is Dirk himself. His body is deathly still, which, you know, fits with the whole Sleeping Beauty story...But his head isn't connected to his body. It's resting on a pillow just a few inches about the stub of his neck. It's as gory as you would imagine, blood staining the pillow. Yet, despite all that, his body is still warm. Erm. Do you really want to kiss a beheaded corpse though? Do you even have a choice...? Nope! You don't. At least not if you want to leave.

>>Kiss the prince. Dragon attack is optional - but don't worry, he can take care of it even if it happens. When it happens.)

LONG STORY SHORT: PRINCE CHARMING

(Dirk is canonically the Prince of Heart, so naturally, he is an ideal figure for most fairy tales that revolve around some prince to come along and save the day. He can be the prince to your fairy tale, coming in astride a beautiful white horse and some epic as hell fashion. Sword and all - and holy shit, can he kick some absolute ass. Dirk will be playing the hero in your story, swooping in to save the day, kiss people out of sleep - whatever you really need.

Mostly he's just doing his best to distract himself from a crippling sense of failure. As you do. He's by no means a traditional prince - a given enough sentiment considering his appearance. He's not much for romance either, but he will help you get the job done.

This is the literal choose your own story prompt for whatever princely things you need doin'.)

Sleeping Beauty (cw: decapitation, corpse smoochin)

[kyley_b]

[Kyle is not a stupid man. He is, however, stubborn and resistant to being forced into things, so it does take him one loop to accept that yeah, this magic castle isn't going to let him walk out. How annoying. He was less angry about having to hack his way through a million thorny vines to get here.

The stillness of the room is unnerving; the body in front of him is of course not breathing, making everything feel creepier. Kyle - looking a lot more like a medieval peasant than a prince himself - takes another look at the decapitated corpse.

Yup. Still looks like something a serial killer would have staged. But what's deeply disturbing is that the corpse still manages to look... pretty.

There's no other option. Kyle understands that with the weary resignation of someone used to being backed into unpleasant situations. Kneeling, he carefully brushes the gauzy curtains aside and reaches for the head with hands that are covered with shallow cuts and shaking minutely.

Kyle lifts the severed head to his face and presses his lips to the silent mouth.]

mmm yummy my favorite kinda smoochin

[givehead]

(There's a bit of blood dribbling out of his neck when Kyle picks his head up. There is no response at first. It's about as exhilarating as one would anticipate kissing a corpse to be. Except then there's this slight movement as the magic kicks in. Snapping purple energy crackles silently over Dirk's head. It's his immortality kicking in and good old game mechanics registering that a player was being smooched.

Dirk's eyes flutter open behind his shades, just enough to get a glimpse of his Prince Charming, but being decapitated is...disorienting, to say the least. He doesn't focus long, his mind not quite caught up with the situation in full, so he defers to instinct.

This means there's a tongue slipping into Kyle's mouth right about now. A very alive, very strong, very insistent tongue. Muuuuuwah!)

I mean, yeah.

[kyley_b]

[The blood is really off-putting, but this is hardly the goriest thing Kyle has ever seen. Hell, he barely even gets any blood on himself so it's already a win.

Kyle has his eyes closed so he doesn't see any energy flickering, or those eyelashes move behind Dirk's sunglasses. When the head suddenly slips him the tongue he is completely unprepared.

For a split second, he kinda enjoys it. It's been a while, okay?

But then he remembers decapitated head and he screeches like a seagull with diarrhea, flinging the head away from him. Thankfully it bounces into the bed, so at least they're spared trying to find it after having it roll under a wardrobe or something.]

[givehead]

(Sometime between Kyle's shriek and being thrown back onto the bed, Dirk's gears catch up enough to be completely with it.)

Dude, what the fuck. Be careful with the product. (His voice comes out in a bubbly bite, some blood trickling out of his mouth. Have you ever tried to talk without your lungs? Yeah! It's bullshit. It also technically shouldn't work, but you know. Neither should Dirk being alive at all right now. His body is slowly beginning to twitch to life, fingers curling loosely into the sheets.)

Stop screamin' like a bitch and come help me.

[kyley_b]

[Kyle's mouth snaps shut and he glares at the head, a hectic blush burning across his cheeks.]

I was not screaming like a bitch.

[Yeah he was.]

You just jammed your tongue down my throat! I was startled. That's all.

[He walks over to the bed to grab Dirk's head. He is aware dimly that he can hear something large and angry outside. It's possible his screaming has alerted the dragon.

He studies Dirk's face, holding the head in his hands.]

You're pretty rude for a Sleeping Beauty. I could just kick you out the window, you know.

out of the woods

[thinkfirst]

Can you understand them?

[ This should be a simple, idle question, a way to make conversation with one of the other people who've stumbled their way out of the flowers and into this tiny little festival. There's no better way to learn what's going on than to talk to everyone else, after all.

There is a note in Flynn's voice, though, that takes it right past simple and lands the question somewhere urgent. As Anne Marie wanders off, Flynn sinks gently to his knees beside Dirk, watching her go. ]

I've been trying to figure out a way to compensate any of them for their hospitality, but I... can't seem to understand them at all. They're nothing like the Katz, I suppose.

[givehead]

Shit, naw. The only cats I'm familiar with are...

(He's about to go onto a whole thing about catboys and catgirls but then he just winds up staring at the guy. The poor bastard looks like he has seen better days. An expertly manicured brow is raised behind his shades.)

I don't even think they function on human morality, bro. You probably don't need to thank 'em. (He has no idea what 'Katz' is but the name is pretty self-explanatory, so he doesn't even ask.)

Do you uh...want something to eat or something? There's this one cat that made some extremely dope banana bread.

[thinkfirst]

[ Flynn's stomach takes the loud and urgent opportunity to answer that question for him, rumbling like a small volcano and turning his cheeks pink. ]

Ah—I suppose I would, if all of this is truly... safe, and free. It just seems like I'm going to, um. Use up everything they have.

[ ...that wasn't very clear, continue, Flynn. The flowers really messed with his head. ]

Because it's all so small. And I am not. That small.

[givehead]

(Bingo.

He's already getting to his feet. The least he can do is feed the guy.)

I gather it's safe. Been seeing people eat it for a while now. Can't say I'm a great source for that kinda info, but we'll see what happens. (Dirk grew up in the post-apocalypse. He had an iron stomach. Also, he was immortal so like, bonus points?)

Nah, I think you're good, bro. I'm pretty sure they are actually doing this for us. (He had no way to prove it but that was just his gut instinct.)

Like a welcoming party or some shit. (He stops, looking at Flynn, looking him over, and proceeds to snort.) You ain't small, but you're not huge either.

(Is that a backhanded something? Probably! Dirk absconds for a hot second and returns a moment later with a loaf of fresh-baked banana bread. It's cat-sized, but that also means the whole loaf is probably the size of an ordinary human muffin, so? Not too bad.)

I think it has walnuts and chocolate in it.

[thinkfirst]

It's so small.

[ The words escape before Flynn can really do anything about it. A perfectly-baked loaf of tiny banana bread, which it turns out he can hold neatly in his palm. It's... just so cute, it seems a shame to eat it, and yet Flynn is very hungry and got very scratched in that strange field, and there's a lot to take in.

Still. He breaks it in half, and offers half back to Dirk. ]

Then we really are welcome here. It... seems a little like a dream.

not quite the catboy of dirk's dreams but :3

[obeir]

[ At least one of the cats seems to understand what Dirk is saying.

Unlike the others, this cat is lacking clothes — and ignores the scandalised looks from those with clothes — and walks on all fours. He's extremely cautious as he slinks his way through the festival, heading for somewhere a bit less crowded.

The thing is, K isn't entirely sure how he's ended up as a cat. He'd marveled at the little catfolk in their little clothes going about their business in their little festival, wondering how similar they might be to the cats his home universe once had, and then — it had just happened. His body contorted, reshaping itself into its current feline form via the Familiar abilities he isn't yet aware of. And he hasn't figured out how to change back.

This human is the first non-catfolk person he's encountered. Curious despite himself, he climbs onto the cat-sized chair opposite the human's, sitting and wrapping his tail around himself. And proceeds to stare, intently and without blinking.

Eventually he speaks, his tone wary, confused: ] You're not a cat.

[ So why is he? ]

still a catboy worth having omg

[givehead]

(Another feline companion - though one that strikes Dirk as more of a regular cat than the others. At least until the cat goes and actually talks in a way that doesn't make Dirk want to slam his head against a wall. He stares back at the cat because... like...)

No shit.

(The cat sounds confused which can only really lead Dirk to one reasonable conclusion here.)

Are you normally not a cat? (There are far weirder things he has done than striking up an actual conversation with a cat. He has spoken to mutated salamanders or whatever the hell. He can handle this.

Although he has to physically resist the urge to coo over the cat. He might not be a cat guy, but this cat was pretty cute. A beat later and:)

Does this mean I can't pet you? (Yeah. That's what matters here.)

when ur so deeply touch starved and have never known physical affection before...

[obeir]

[ Pet him.

The suggestion is met with an uncomprehending stare.

The things he's experienced at the hands of humans don't bear mentioning. He's never been touched without violence before in his entire very short life... and a terribly lonely part of him can't help wondering what that might be like. To share a moment of connection with someone who isn't seeking to inflict pain, who might not despise him simply for existing.

Does not compute. Sounds fake. So fake the only conclusion he can draw is that it must be sarcasm, probably meant as an insult. That, at least, he knows how to process. And he's wary of upsetting humans, even one who may not be from the same universe as him, so his own sarcasm is kept in check. ]

Normally I'm an android. This— [ He tilts his head to indicate his cat body, whiskers twitching. ] —is a recent development. [ He leans forward slightly, peering more closely at the human. Now his little cat nose is faintly twitching, too; he's scenting the air, instinctively trying to find out more about his table companion. ] Were you also changed, or have you always been human?

who can even blame him...they both touch starved.

[givehead]

(Dirk stares back. He has absolutely zero socialization and even if he did, he was completely above feeling awkward at any point in his life. All he knew was that most cats didn't have Hot Guy voices narrating their life. Dirk had minimal physical contact in his own life. Even after meeting up with his friends in person, he kept himself emotionally and physically distant.

An android? Whoa.)

Seriously? (Probably one of the few things in existence that could get an emotion out of Dirk. His voice rises in positive intrigue. He shifts forward to sit on his knees. Not quite invading the cat's personal space, but getting a tiny bit closer than he had been before.)

What kinda android are we talkin' here? I love that kinda thing. Robots are my goddamn jam. (He reaches his hand out when the cat moves his head forward. He doesn't want to scare the cat away. He also isn't familiar enough with animals to know the full etiquette here. But also if he's usually an android...Hm.

He turns his hand over and offers the cat his palm in what he hoped to be an inviting, non-aggressive gesture? Man, being non-aggressive was so tough.)

I'm uh-. (Huhhhh.) This is pretty standard for me, yeah. I'm not what one would call a traditional human, but my genetic spread probably would qualify as that, yeah.

out of the woods

[thefifthchild]

[The cat wanders up into Damian's arms, who shoots Dirk a stern glance as he pets the cat gently.]

Why would you ask if you're not interested? [The cat meows in agreement, Damian assumes. Be nice to the cat or else.]

[givehead]

Maybe I was interested and am just projecting hostility to emotionally protect myself from the rejection. (Dirk, literally shut the fuuuuck up! Ah well. He could be a lot meaner to the cats but he wasn't a total sadist.)

[thefifthchild]

How petty. Well, I believe the cat forgives you all the same for your moment of emotional weakness. I do not speak his language.

[The cat meows, again, Damian assumes it is agreeing. This world is weird, wherever it is. He places the cat down, gentle, and dusts some of the dirt off his cloak.]

I don't suppose you have any idea what planet this is? A society of cat people is certainly new for me, but not entirely unheard of.

[givehead]

Maybe he finds it awfully condescending of you to fight his fights for him? Who knows how cat psychology works.

(He can be sassy too, bud. The question is a decent one though and Dirk stares up at the sky, and then promptly around.)

Nope. Not really. Not sure it is technically a planet. I think it's more of a realm.

(Which is somehow worse. Realms were a trickier business, as far as he understood.)

I knew a civilization of like. Annoying ass crocodiles and salamanders. Some other shit. Maybe they are this place's consorts or whatever.

Out of the woods

[foundpurpose]

Did you actually understand them or was that all bullshit? [The man that addresses him is clad in black armor adorned with intricate scrollwork. A mantle of dark raven feathers spills down his back. There are knives on his belt and he moves with the lightness of a foot that comes from being a trained fighter. He walks over, studies the chair, and sits down on the ground instead.]

Because chancing a guess here, it would be a good idea to be able to talk to them somehow. [Anna Marie wanders back and offers a teacup but he shakes his head.] No thanks, just need a minute.

[He makes eye contact with Dirk and raises one hand in hello.] You get the same flower maze or something else?

[givehead]

Weeeell...(Dirk's about to come up with some stupid ass joke about being fluent in pussy-speak, but then he gets a look at this guy's dope armor and has to take a moment to just admire it.

What the shit.)

Where did you get all that? (...He looked so cool...?

Huh.)

I guess. They might just be consorts though which would probably limit their basic compacity for useful info. Like, janky NPCs. (Are those real feathers?

Hm.)

Yeah. It kinda sucked, but I found my bro's friend so it was fine. You too?

[foundpurpose]

Yeah, I didn't try to skip it. It seemed like it would defeat the point. [He leans back slightly and pops his neck. On closer inspection, the feathers do appear real. And even though he looks relaxed, he's subtly scanning their surroundings.

Once he finds nothing dangerous he fully relaxes, shoulders visibly easing.] I have no idea what NPCs are. But, they could be summoned creatures or spirits. Possibly magical servants? Not that I've ever seen them be cats acting like people.

[He pauses and glances at his armor. He's so used to wearing it now that he sometimes forgets how it would look to others.] I got this armor during my party's travels. It has saved me on many occasions. How familiar are you with magical artifacts?

prince charming

[chumpelstiltskin]

[Dave has been in this tower for approximately ten minutes, but since he's alone it feels like it's been about ten years. Maybe it has been. It's been long enough that he's swishing around on the balcony and semi-enjoying the breeze from the skirts of the dress. It's not that bad, actually. Liberating.

Less so, however, when he realises that someone is rapidly approaching on a horse. He positions himself, conveniently letting the balcony hide the skirt but it doesn't hide the elegant brocade of his bodice or the long-ass sleeves.

As the stranger approaches, he realises it's not a stranger. It's Dirk. And he looks like a dumbass too. Actually, he doesn't. He looks kind of dope, but Dave doesn't want to give him that. He leans over the balcony, calling out to him.]

I'd say Wherefore art thou, No Homeo? But it's regressive-- Bromeo. Wherefore art thou, Bromeo? Dost thou know what the fuck is happening?

Re: prince charming

[givehead]

(Dirk cannot complain about this arrangement. It's his first time touching a real horse and he's living his best damn life. Even if he loathed the shitty pants that went along with his outfit. The rest of it was kind of bitchin' so he can't be too mad about it. He's worn worse.

He's into this whole schtick. Except he's anticipating some broad up in the tower, which admittedly is probably reductive of him to look for, but fairy tales be that way. So when he sees his brother instead...

Is that a dress? Holy shit. He steers his horse to a stop just beneath the tower and stares up at Dave. It's gotta be a dress. Look at that top. Oh shit, right. He's playing a part here.)

I appreciate the consideration. You're a goddamn beacon of wokeness. (That's not how it goes, Dirk. C'mon. Try again.




Damn he has no idea what Romeo even says in return.)

O sweet Broliet, I know not how to tell thee what the fuck is going on because thy has no clue. Though I gather that it may be a half-baked mission quest in which we gotta play into some parts. (...More importantly...) Is thou in a dress?

[chumpelstiltskin]

No. [God damn it.]

It's a gown. [Yeah, own it. Pretend this isn't mortifying for reasons you cannot fully process, that's how we do it.]

I don't think it's Romeo and Juliet. I hope it's not. You know what teen murder-suicide needs? Incest. Ye olde incest. Anyway..

[Dave glances around, something catches his eye and he holds it up and over the balcony for Dirk to look at. It's either a Rapunzel wig or a really long puppet. It doesn't matter anyway, because in the process of showing it to Dirk he manages to drop it with an anti-climactic thud to the ground.



Dave peers down at it.]

Do you think I need that?