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May 2022 Test Drive Meme
MAY 2022 TDM
INTRODUCTION
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. You can choose to have your TDM thread be your introduction thread upon acceptance or start fresh. Each TDM will provide a scenario for how characters arrive in-game that particular month.
Playing TDMs will allow characters to immediately obtain canon items from homes especially weapons or other things they may have had on their person when they were pulled from their worlds! There will always be a prompt that provides some sort of "reward" to characters who complete certain tasks.
Current players are allowed to have in-game characters react to TDMs via the Network or make a log with the prompts. Current players are always encouraged to tag new people on the TDM!
TDM threads can be used for spoon spending at any time by characters accepted into the game.
Content Warnings: Possible insanity via cuts by thorns. Temporary nullification of abilities.
DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS
OUT OF THE WOODS
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?
Content Warnings: Optional selective amensia and/or altered sense of self, possible monster/creature violence, temporary enchantments, forced relocations.
LONG STORY SHORT
DAYLIGHT
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.
Time flies when you're having fun!
Her eyes flick from the melancholic gloom of the woods over to him instead, less inclined to take a flying leap into the yawning abyss of 'what if's with the reminder of company nearby. It's a kind gesture - and one she appreciates, if the sidelong smirk is any indication. ]
What can I say? I'm an overachiever.
[ Visibly shaking herself out of the dark mood that'd settled like a shroud on her shoulders, Aloy stretches her arms over her head instead, the beads braided into her hair rattling against the metal plates woven into her shirt with the movement. ]
Feels a bit uneven, to tell the truth. All this teaching me dancing for free, rescuing from cat gossip, being a captive audience... where's the catch?
this! is! the truest!!
[With evidence it embarrasses her, it must be said. A bit of taunting he'll own.
By and large, he's less in agreement with her framing his intervention as some kind of public good done without compensation; a faint laugh rides on the back of his next exhaled breath. She and her nerves wouldn't last long at a proper dance, were she to go around assuming everyone who approached her had some other purpose beyond trying to win a moment with a pretty girl. Is that his only reason for still sitting here? Well, maybe not the whole of it, but she makes it sound too do-gooding.]
Oh yes, that's me. The purest of motives. [People would definitely say that about him and not automatically lump him in with the skirt-chasers.] I wouldn't call it for free, exactly, seeing as how I was looking for someone to confirm this is as weird as it seems. You're helping with that.
[While spawning brand new questions all on her own, but... well. That seems to be the new normal.]
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You sure about that? [ One eyebrow arches, playfully skeptical. ] Seems to me like you're more familiar with everything here than I am, weird or not.
[ Cats! Dancing! Socializing! All those dreadful things that might as well be alien civilization to Aloy. Had it been up to her, she'd probably still be uncomfortably trapped with the chatterbox cat, doomed to listen to vapid grapevine rumor for all eternity (or until her patience gave out, whichever happened first).
Alas. Rather unlike the ladykiller image he may be trying so very had to sell, she's pretty dang sure he's a helpful guy who happened to be in the right place at the right time.
You know.
Like a dirty do-gooder or something. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) For shame. ]
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Being a sounding board for her is easy, comparatively.]
I like a little music, a little dancing. [Is she—saying he seems the type to fit in with weird? He chooses to take it to mean he seems halfway together.
In that sense, it's a more pleasant welcome to town than some for someone who might've gone looking for similar in an inn or a tavern with a musician and room for a promenade. Though disembodied singing voices in hedge mazes—not so much.]
I'll know where you've gotten off to if I happen to hear about a girl with red hair making a scene about phantom machines in her ears when the purring starts.
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[ C'mon. If another human being has no idea what she's talking about (normal reaction tbh) there's no way in hell one of these well meaning but kinda creepy animals is gonna know jack either. That suits her just fine.
But in the interest of doing a little educating, Aloy turns her head to the side in profile, pointedly tapping a finger on the white triangular piece nestled slightly before her ear. ]
It's not so much "phantom" machine noise if you have one of these.
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What's that, then? I took it for an accessory.
[Given the eye-catching assortment of them scattered throughout her long hair and attire. Since she's so graciously delivered him an opening to ask after at least one part of her unique look.
There are otherwise exactly two things that offer any sort of navigable compass point of familiarity from what he's used to: 1) braided hair on a woman come of age, and 2) a woman with braided hair being unafraid to make dough of his teasing and banter, kneading it to her desire consistency with verbal elbows and knuckles. A woman let him get away with anything? They must surely be in an alternate dimension then.]
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Aloy's head ----> x
Alas yet another perfectly good jape wasted. Or she's purposely being dense again, who knows? Half a dozen of one, six of the other, etc etc. What matters is the pivot away from teasing her (rude) and towards something far more comfortable in scope - the standard approach to save Aloy from her own brand of social awkwardness.
Two taps on the triangular bauble coaxes the interface to life with a ring of cool blue light projected roughly an inch or two above the white ceramic. A miniature display of the moving images and hard light she'd struggled to put into layman's terms not so long ago.
"Just an accessory" is an accurate - if severely understated - guess, all things considered. ]
You could call it that. They're not so common now, but having one makes dealing with machines less of a headache than it could be otherwise. [ SHRUGS. Here she is talking about machines again sorry not sorry. ] It's called a Focus.
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What is it?
[Why's it glowing by her ear. Fascinated, he leans forward, studying what isn't the One Power but exists within the same realm of the unknown.]
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Well, it -- [ Aloy's mouth opens. Closes. Chews on her lip instead, suddenly reminded that his world probably doesn't have pesky things like communication networking or information databases. ] -- uh. It sends messages. Images, written language, that sort of thing.
[ UNDERSTATEMENT. But hey, explaining in layman's terms with Aloy's shaky knowledge of old technology would muddy the waters rather than help, so baby steps it is. ]
Faster and more reliable than someone running a letter for you.
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Is she dumbing these terminology lessons down for him? He gets the distinct impression she's dumbing them down. Certainly a change from Moiraine's half-assed efforts to explain anything of consequence—Moiraine, who he strongly suspects had believed they all had too many goat droppings between their ears to make it worth explaining the wider world and the tricks stashed up her Blue Ajah sleeves. Except she hadn't so much explained as dissembled, or flat out refused to answer.]
All that on top of helping with your rogue machines?
[—and a bag of chips?]
Thank you. Still helping reassure me this place just gets weirder and weirder. [Not to shit on her so-called pigeon-replacing ear cuff, it is a very interesting idea.] So how's it work, if not powered by the One Power?
[Oops, the culture shock thickens.]
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Now then... where was she? ]
It does more. I thought it'd be best to start simple. [ SHRUG. ] If you want all the details I can try my best, but we'll be here until the sun comes up.
[ An idea that doesn't bother her so much in his company, oddly enough. Most of the time her nerves would be well beyond frayed by now, and the wanderlust snapping at her heels to get up and do something like only a true workaholic knows how. Maybe it's because Matrim's showing genuine interest in something new that she feels at least partially responsible for sating his curiosity. Kindred spirits and all that stuff. Whatever. ]
It's not magic or anything, just... machines. [ It all circles back to machines. Chips, circuit boards, batteries, all the fun stuff that's been shrugged off as "who cares, it works and that's good enough". ] Really old technology is either really big or really small. I'm not sure how it works myself, but the components are all the same: metal, electricity, wires, so on.
[ A pause. Aloy tilts her head towards him, just a touch, enough to get Mat in her peripheral vision without looking directly at him. ]
So... what's the One Power? Sounds important.
🥂 happy belated anniversary, l m a o...
[That's a joke—the basics are good, the basics are great, please don't test his resolve seeming wittily calm under fire and explode his hill billy brain with wonders.
Age of Legends wonders, to be exact. What else could match this Focus of hers and its many uses? Age of Legends advancements that would make the most modern mind spin, technological marvels blending Power and innovation lost in the world's breaking. With Aloy keeping her head turned, she misses the perplexed frown of a man told a fossilized gadget does tricks and is torn between wanting to reach a hand out and boop the thing into doing them and not wanting said hand slapped away from her face.
To be fair, it's glowing. That'd tempt anyone's inner magpie tendencies, surely. (And what is this electricity?)]
Oh, that. Well... it's... [By the reluctant disregard in his tone, it's anything but important enough to warrant too much of his attention. He twiddles a hand, both to impart the sense of inscrutable woo-wooness and a touch of "you know, that thing, that thing I probably shouldn't have blurted out because I personally don't get along with it." You know, that kind of thing.] You'd know it by another name, maybe. Women making things float? Throwing fireballs around? That business.
[And to not know it at all? Burn him to ash, what a utopia that would be.]
I doubt they'd appreciate hearing me hold it up to magic, but it's close enough if you ask me. Things like that— [Her Focus.] —used to run off of it. So I've heard.