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April-May 2024 Test Drive Meme
April-May 2024 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 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: Forced Relocation, Forced Sharing, Potential Violence & Harm
New Star Children arrive in Wintermute. Not at the hot springs, the school, or anywhere else near civilization. They arrive in the middle of white, snowy nowhere. The good news is that Wintermute is no longer dark twenty-four seven. There is enough light to avoid crevasses, blocked up wells, and other dangerous features of the landscape. Further, no one is expected to figure out how to get out of there on their own.
Usually Thoth finds the lost travelers in the cold expanse of Wintermute. However, she's busy exploring the multiverse for new and interesting ideas for technology. Not to fret! She hasn't abandoned ye who've entered here. There's a new emergency lost and found network:
The Wandering Dog food carts are now open twenty-four seven! The dogs work in shifts, but the food remains as delicious as ever. When a Star Child gets lost in Wintermute, another Star Child will happen to be buying food from a Wandering Dog somewhere in Folkmore. One such lucky unlucky Star Child gets transported to the School of Thoth. Specifically, to where the mechanical sled dogs hang out. They receive a warm winter coat over whatever they were wearing and another one on hand for whoever they are rescuing. Then it's off across the snow! Don't worry, non-mushing experts, the dogs know what they're doing and lead the sled right to the designated lost Star Child.
The rescuee gets to lay in the sled for the ride back, wrapped up warm and cozy in their new winter coat (it may be spring, but it's always cold in Wintermute). The sled dogs bring Star Children back to the hot springs, so that they can warm up even more. Alternatively, Star Children can explore the Cutting Edge, the School of Thoth, or something else in Wintermute. However, the Star Children cannot part ways or leave Wintermute immediately.
The sled dogs, yes the whole team, will stay with the pair to enforce this. They may surround the pair like a pack, cuddle pile on top of them, or lay around the edges of a hot spring. No matter how long it takes to realize the dogs are doing this and that there's a reason for it, Star Children will eventually find instructions in one of the dogs' collars: Share something that other people have refused to listen to you about. Everyone ought to be listened to.
Only once both Star Children have shared something with each other will the dogs let them part ways and see, perhaps, the rest of Folkmore.
On the walk to Akhlut Station, Star Children will see plain weapons sticking out of the snow: swords, guns, knives. These are simple, non-magical practical weapons. Experienced Star Children may know to suspect such free offerings, but nothing immediately happens upon picking one up. However, once on the train, the train will be attacked by frost spirits. These icy spirits must either be hacked to pieces until they can no longer reform or melted with fire. Innocent passengers who didn't pick up a weapon may be forced to get involved, but the frost spirits will be most focused on those who picked up weapons.
New Star Children arrive in Wintermute. Not at the hot springs, the school, or anywhere else near civilization. They arrive in the middle of white, snowy nowhere. The good news is that Wintermute is no longer dark twenty-four seven. There is enough light to avoid crevasses, blocked up wells, and other dangerous features of the landscape. Further, no one is expected to figure out how to get out of there on their own.
Usually Thoth finds the lost travelers in the cold expanse of Wintermute. However, she's busy exploring the multiverse for new and interesting ideas for technology. Not to fret! She hasn't abandoned ye who've entered here. There's a new emergency lost and found network:
The Wandering Dog food carts are now open twenty-four seven! The dogs work in shifts, but the food remains as delicious as ever. When a Star Child gets lost in Wintermute, another Star Child will happen to be buying food from a Wandering Dog somewhere in Folkmore. One such lucky unlucky Star Child gets transported to the School of Thoth. Specifically, to where the mechanical sled dogs hang out. They receive a warm winter coat over whatever they were wearing and another one on hand for whoever they are rescuing. Then it's off across the snow! Don't worry, non-mushing experts, the dogs know what they're doing and lead the sled right to the designated lost Star Child.
The rescuee gets to lay in the sled for the ride back, wrapped up warm and cozy in their new winter coat (it may be spring, but it's always cold in Wintermute). The sled dogs bring Star Children back to the hot springs, so that they can warm up even more. Alternatively, Star Children can explore the Cutting Edge, the School of Thoth, or something else in Wintermute. However, the Star Children cannot part ways or leave Wintermute immediately.
The sled dogs, yes the whole team, will stay with the pair to enforce this. They may surround the pair like a pack, cuddle pile on top of them, or lay around the edges of a hot spring. No matter how long it takes to realize the dogs are doing this and that there's a reason for it, Star Children will eventually find instructions in one of the dogs' collars: Share something that other people have refused to listen to you about. Everyone ought to be listened to.
Only once both Star Children have shared something with each other will the dogs let them part ways and see, perhaps, the rest of Folkmore.
On the walk to Akhlut Station, Star Children will see plain weapons sticking out of the snow: swords, guns, knives. These are simple, non-magical practical weapons. Experienced Star Children may know to suspect such free offerings, but nothing immediately happens upon picking one up. However, once on the train, the train will be attacked by frost spirits. These icy spirits must either be hacked to pieces until they can no longer reform or melted with fire. Innocent passengers who didn't pick up a weapon may be forced to get involved, but the frost spirits will be most focused on those who picked up weapons.
- New Star Children arrive in remote areas of Wintermute.
- Star Children buying food from The Wandering Dog get teleported to the School of Thoth to rescue people with a team of sled dogs.
- Star Children get amazing new winter coats!
- Star Children cannot part ways until they share something others have refused to listen to! The dogs enforce this.
- Simple, non-magical weapons stick out of the snow on the way to the train station.
- Anyone who picks up one of those weapons will see their train get attacked by frost spirits.
Content Warnings: Potential Forced Participation, Potential Harm
Thoth has been listening to any and all ideas people have had around science in the last few months. Whether they were shower thoughts or a discussion between scientific colleagues or anywhere in between, she's made her list and built every one as an experiment. On a human scale. A human test subject scale. Because every idea has merit. That's right: Thoth believes in you.
Posters saying Thoth Needs You! go up around Folkmore. They offer a reward for participating in an experiment. Simply tear off a piece of paper from the bottom of the poster, and at some point in the future, you're in. Now, there might be a little hiccup here or there. These posters are experimental too! So some Star Children who don't tear off a slip might get pulled into an experiment as well. (Who said Thirteen ought to recruit for her trials? Thoth listened… or she tried.) Oh well, at least it's all in the name of science!
Perhaps Star Children need to sing Baby It's Cold Outside to convince the other to stay (it really will be cold outside). Perhaps they have a choice of spinners, buttons, levers, or other devices to interact with. Perhaps they make their way through a maze. Perhaps they try a new contraption. Perhaps they even recognize their own idea come to life! There's a multitude of new tech to try, and it has not been safety tested.
Nothing will explode. Probably. Maybe. Okay, some experiments are definitely going to have explosions. How about pressing that button anyway and finding out if it's this one?
Once Star Children survive the experiment—and they will, Thoth may be a loose cannon of a scientist, but she's ensured that much—they will emerge from one of the School of Thoth's laboratories. Togo, the grey wolf mascot, waits on the other side with an item for each test subject: an item from home. This may even be a weapon or magical item.
No one is left to the cold to fend for themselves. One of the nearby classrooms has been set up as a first aid center. Dog spirits of all sizes, from the smallest Maltipoo spirit to the largest Great Dane spirit, staff a healing clinic and will treat any injuries Star Children received in the experiments (or already sported). They offer hot lemonade—lemon juice, molasses, and hot water—to everyone to warm their soul. Injured Star Children can find a corner to rest by themselves or company with which to discuss their experiments.
Thoth has been listening to any and all ideas people have had around science in the last few months. Whether they were shower thoughts or a discussion between scientific colleagues or anywhere in between, she's made her list and built every one as an experiment. On a human scale. A human test subject scale. Because every idea has merit. That's right: Thoth believes in you.
Posters saying Thoth Needs You! go up around Folkmore. They offer a reward for participating in an experiment. Simply tear off a piece of paper from the bottom of the poster, and at some point in the future, you're in. Now, there might be a little hiccup here or there. These posters are experimental too! So some Star Children who don't tear off a slip might get pulled into an experiment as well. (Who said Thirteen ought to recruit for her trials? Thoth listened… or she tried.) Oh well, at least it's all in the name of science!
Perhaps Star Children need to sing Baby It's Cold Outside to convince the other to stay (it really will be cold outside). Perhaps they have a choice of spinners, buttons, levers, or other devices to interact with. Perhaps they make their way through a maze. Perhaps they try a new contraption. Perhaps they even recognize their own idea come to life! There's a multitude of new tech to try, and it has not been safety tested.
Nothing will explode. Probably. Maybe. Okay, some experiments are definitely going to have explosions. How about pressing that button anyway and finding out if it's this one?
Once Star Children survive the experiment—and they will, Thoth may be a loose cannon of a scientist, but she's ensured that much—they will emerge from one of the School of Thoth's laboratories. Togo, the grey wolf mascot, waits on the other side with an item for each test subject: an item from home. This may even be a weapon or magical item.
No one is left to the cold to fend for themselves. One of the nearby classrooms has been set up as a first aid center. Dog spirits of all sizes, from the smallest Maltipoo spirit to the largest Great Dane spirit, staff a healing clinic and will treat any injuries Star Children received in the experiments (or already sported). They offer hot lemonade—lemon juice, molasses, and hot water—to everyone to warm their soul. Injured Star Children can find a corner to rest by themselves or company with which to discuss their experiments.
- Thoth has built experiments to bring Star Children’s ideas to life.
- Pick a paper tab off a Thoth Needs You! poster to participate. Or don’t. A mishap may bring Star Children there regardless.
- Do science! Be a human experiment! Maybe experience explosions!
- Togo, the Thoth mascot, will have an item from home for every Star Child who participates.
- Dog spirits man (dog?) a first aid center in a nearby classroom.
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But he's no mere human and with a noise akin to the crack of a whip, he's gone. He doesn't move far, uses his Sonído to move safely out of the way of the axe and appears just behind Maul. ]
Maybe this place has some promise— [ he might have abandoned the axe, ignored the rest of the weapons littered around in the snow, but he won't need those for now. ]
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At hearing the man suddenly appear behind him, all of the hard work Maul had put in over the last few years fell away. Once again, the instincts that ran bone-deep and the training from hell he'd been put through to become a killer without compare kicked in. Without a single word spoken, he pulled out his lightsaber, lighting the two orange-tinted blades, and whipped the back end around in one smooth movement designed to part one of Grimmjow's limbs from the rest of him. All done in the span it took to take one breath and then another.]
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Tch… [ And here he is without Pantera. He flexes a hand, its form remaining exactly the same — without his sword, he's all but declawed. No matter, he'll manage just fine, allowing his Reiryoku to harden his skin. That strange weapon the other wields… He doesn't like the look of it. He kicks at the handle of an abandoned blade, some kind of short sword, flipping it up off the sand so he can grab hold of it. Using it isn't his priority, he just wants to see what the other's weapon is capable of. ] You're lucky I don't have my sword.
[ With a laugh, he'll close the gap, swinging the sword in his hand in an arc towards Maul. ]
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Maul smirked, taking a step back and giving his blade a twirling motion that any proper swordsman would know wasn't a practical move at all, merely one designed to be flashy and show off due to how intricate it was.]
What a shame you don't. You might have lasted longer if you had a proper blade.
[Then Maul used the Force to try and drag Grimmjow closer to him so he could properly impale this impertinent warrior on the end of his saberstaff.]
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As far as flashy sword manoeuvres go, Grimmjow has little interest in them; they are impractical, he doesn't much care for the useless showmanship, either. The only measure of worth is someone's actual skill and ability, their strength, not whether they can twirl a blade. Maul's little display earns him a scoff.
The sensation washes over him, of pressure that isn't his own, and it would be easy to move out of reach with another burst of Sonído, but he's amused, so he lets it happen. He gets pulled closer, the glowing blade singing his jumpsuit as it burns through the material and through Grimmjow's abdomen. Anywhere else, and he wouldn't have let it happen, but if Maul is so fond of useless displays— ]
You've no idea who you're dealing with!
[ As if to drive the point home, he leans in closer, the saber emerging from the back of his jumpsuit with no resistance. Grimmjow just laughs, moves to grip around Maul's throat. ]
What a shame, [ he echoes, ] you thought you could take on the Sexta Espada.
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His shock turned to anger again as Grimmjow grabbed his throat, seeking to throttle the life out of him. There was a second of panic before Maul used the Dark Side to steady him. He was going to need to try something else, something unexpected that he’d only learned to do recently. Even as he struggled to breathe, he gasped out a few words.]
Has anyone ever said you talk too much?
[Maul pulled his left hand back and sent out a bolt of Force Lightning at the creature, seeking to shock him as hard as he could. Normally, he would have gone for a lower voltage, but with Grimmjow having been able to survive such an attack already, he wasn’t about to risk him somehow surviving that as well. But no matter how powerful a being, nearly everyone had a nervous system which could be affected once lightning was running through their body.]
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Maul's attack is amusing, seemingly having little or no effect on him, as though it merely crackled over an invisible shield around him. Almost; there's a twitch of his hands, a slight rigidity to his shoulders that wasn't there before. ]
Ah-ah— [ what the attack did do, served to irritate him. He squeezes a bit firmer around Maul's throat, but his face is impassive. Bored. ] This isn't worth my time.
[ He releases Maul abruptly, and with a dash of speed moves backwards, several paces away he now stands brushing down the front of chest, lips drawn into an annoyed line. Unzipping the front of his jumpsuit, his chest exposed as he checks for any injuries; though he finds nothing except for the old scar he'd earned fighting Kurosaki. He pays no mind to the man as he continues, thumbing over the fabric where the heated blade had burned through the fabric. Aside from the expanse of skin now exposed, the hole in his abdomen is fully visible. ]
Tch…
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....Assuming he survived the present encounter. Grimmjow's grip was relentless and Maul felt himself struggling to continue breathing. He had no idea what he could aside from maybe break all of the bones within the creature's hand and hope that final desperate attack would have an effect on him when nothing else had.
Then he was let go as the creature drew away. He took in deep breaths, finally able to breath freely once more. He glared in hatred at Grimmjow.]
Arrogant cretin.
[Maul growled out. Though he was furious at having been temporarily bested, he was also elated. It was so rare for him to find someone that presented an actual challenge to him and he was almost pleased that he now had a new goal in mind: how to kill someone who was nearly unkillable.]
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[ He can be arrogant, almost definitely, but he'd make the argument that it's often warranted. The inflated sense of self-importance, it's easy when you really are better than most, in his mind, anyway. Unaware of the fact that the strange man is currently plotting against him, a one-sided rivalry as it were — ironic, that it's not unlike the one Grimmjow harbours for the orange-haired Shinigami — he continues to inspect the singed edge of his jumpsuit, eventually determining the damage is mostly superficial.
As he looks back to Maul, he doesn't bother zipping it up again, just rolls his eyes and gestures at himself, tracing the edge of scarred skin above the hole in his abdomen. ]
Unlucky, an inch or so higher and that strange weapon of yours really would have done some damage.
[ It… almost sounds like a compliment. A recognition of the skills that had been displayed; he is impressed, somewhat begrudgingly. ]
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