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June-July 2024 Test Drive Meme

June-July 2024 TDM
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This Test Drive meme is open to all.

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.

Current players are always encouraged to tag new people on the TDM!



🦊 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.

[ Prompt OnePrompt Two]

Ghost Tours .
Content Warnings: Ghosts, Potential Violence, Potential Death

Summer has hit. It's hot, and nowhere is it hotter than Cruel Summer. Naturally, new Star Children arrive in Cruel Summer with no indication of which direction to go to escape, unless they're so lucky as to arrive near the Selkie River. The water provides a break, and a selkie skin will protect Star Children from the heat. Though beware the cruelty of leaving a selkie without their skin. Along with the heat, Star Children can hear whispers and the echoes of screams throughout Cruel Summer. There's no obvious source of the noises. Not the normal creatures. Not anything anyone can see.

Whether new or old Star Child, anyone lost, overheated, in need of a rest, or anything else will find a friendly spirit will find them in the sands, rock, or shores of Cruel Summer. They'll guide the way toward the huts found in Cruel Summer. These huts have changed; the huts are bigger and grow together, making them one interconnected twisting winding empty town. No one appears to live there. The wooden town is in disrepair, varying from building to building. Even so, they are cool inside, a welcome break from the summer heat.

No matter how one entered, even through the swinging doors to the saloon, that exit disappears behind Star Children. There's no turning back. The only way out is to explore the way through the buildings. This fact continues to be true building to building as exits continue to vanish. The abandoned town isn't as empty as it first seems. As Star Children explore the branching paths through the wooden structures, they see ghosts of spirits going through the paces of their lives. They're familiar to these spaces and interact with missing objects that sometimes shimmer in spirit energy.

Spirit Children may interrupt these routines to try to talk with the ghosts. Some ghostly spirits are friendly. They may interact with Star Children as though they're someone else, someone the spirits used to know. Others, like the bartender, may treat them like a new customer. Other ghosts are determined to stick to their routines and, should Star Children continue to interrupt, will attack those who disturb them.

These spirits may kill Star Children when they attack. Normal weapons won't hurt them. There are revolvers, shotguns, iron pokers, hunting knives, and other plain weapons around to grab in self-defense. Salt bullets and iron will dispel ghosts. These weapons may be grabbed at any time. However, doing so attracts the creatures in Cruel Summer. A blood red worm spitting yellow acid may break through the floor to eat or spray Star Children. An enormous coyote may leap through the window. Whether attracted by the use of weapons or passing by, any dangerous creature found in Cruel Summer seems agitated when they come near these structures and will attack them and anyone inside. They will focus especially on anyone with a stolen selkie skin.

Should Star Children die, whether to ghosts or creatures, they will not immediately return to life. Do not pass go. Instead they will haunt the ghost town for one week in the room where they were killed. Other Star Children may recognize them and work to snap them out of their routines. Yet nothing will free the Star Children's spirits before the week is through. At the end of the week, they'll come to, alive, in their bodies in the room they died in. Best get through and out of the ghost town before dying again!

A constant through these scenes are the spirits' spoons, visible somewhere in each scene. The ghost spoons are whole. Once free of the ghost town, Star Children may choose to travel to the Shattered Spoon Shrine in Never Fade to search for the broken fragments of any of these spoons. They are in such small pieces, however, that no Star Child may feed them enough Lore alone to bring the spirit back. Two or more Star Children may spend time in the Shrine creating and feeding Lore toward the spoons to heal them. It just may be enough to bring someone back.

  • Whispers, echoes of screams, etc become common throughout Cruel Summer
  • Huts become bigger, interconnected, growing together. Anyone lost, overheated, in need of something in Cruel Summer gets a friendly spirit redirecting them to these buildings
  • Buildings will still be in some state of disrepair, but like a whole twisting winding town
  • Insides are a cool respite supernatural ghost spirit air conditioning
  • Only way out is through, no turning back, as the exits disappear behind you
  • Many are friendly, but some are not. One can attempt to talk to them, but how interactive they are varies
  • Occasionally other creatures from Cruel Summer may burst in and attack
  • If a Star Child dies, rather than return to life immediately, they stay a ghost for about a week, part of the tour
Flames to Embers .
Content Warnings: Fire, Coerced Confessions

Fire! Fire across the realm! For the second half of June, wildfire burns everywhere. While it doesn’t hurt Star Children, it can reduce everything else to ash: homes, businesses, gardens, spirits. The local spirits will be in a panic and beg Star Children for help from small ice mice in Wintermute to fennec foxes in Cruel Summer. How can Star Children help? Confessions. Anything the person they are with doesn’t know. The more earnest and meaningful the better.

When wildfire erupts and spreads, Star Children may stand in or in front of an area they want to protect and confess something to another Star Child who happens to be nearby. Their neighbor? Their partner? A stranger lost in a new land? These confessions simply need to be something the other person doesn’t know to protect structures and spirits. Memories related to the confession will show in the fire. The fire will fuel these memories until they run out of energy, dying down to embers. At least in that place at that time.

Should something start to burn before someone confesses, multiple confessions are necessary to catch the wildfire’s attention and distract it from the fuel source it is feeding on. Two or more Star Children will need to make confessions whose memories are shared in the flames. Water powers can also help quell the flames, but confessions are necessary in the end.

Once July hits, the wildfires are mostly gone, only sparking up here and there on occasion. In their stead are embers. They spark in the air like fireflies and fly around Folkmore, attracted to Star Children. These embers land on Star Children and make them glow. There’s no pain. In fact, the embers provide sparks of insight into memories, situations, and other emotional dilemmas that Star Children haven’t previously understood. Talking the issue over with another Star Children provides further emotional clarity.

Spirits are welcoming to both embers and Star Children. Confessions help Folkmore grow as well. Gardens bloom in beautiful displays. Crops grow healthy and joyful. It’s even possible to hear humming from some of the vegetables and fruits. The land grows with the Star Children. Anyone who lacks a green thumb can work their way around that with confessions! Save that dying plant and grow those tomatoes.

One time that a Star Child confesses, either to wildfire or to embers, they will find a jeweled box shaped like a flame. The peak of the flame comes off to reveal the insides. Within, there is an item from home. It may even be a weapon or magical item. Larger more meaningful confessions are more likely to receive weapons. These items may even be larger than should fit in the box or its entrance. Whether the box should only hold a single ring or fill the palm of one’s hand, these items fit. Star Children also can keep the jeweled box, and this one item from home can be stored within the box. Other items too large to fit the box will not enter it. Only the one from the box.

  • Last two weeks of June, wildfire burns across Folkmore. After that, they are rare.
  • Confessions can protect or rescue buildings, land areas, and spirits.
  • Come July, embers spark across Folkmore like fireflies. They provide insight for Star Children. Talking helps.
  • Confessions help the land grow.
  • Confessions reveal a jeweled box containing an item from home.
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[personal profile] survivingsister 2024-06-17 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
She had been imaging a mount, not something you would ride inside and she wasn't sure she we keen on the idea - and likely wild have refused, but not with one of her own people beside her.

"If I would have had any notion someone would have survived, I would not have left until I found them." She would have turned every ruin inside out to find them. As much as knowing another sister survived soothed her like a healing balm to a raw wound, it caused her to feel immense guilt and Morgan wasn't used to that. "I do have some important news, but I believe you deserve to hear it together. It was the mission I was on when I was brought here."
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[personal profile] survivalthroughhate 2024-06-17 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
Maul would have never put one of his own people in danger. He trusted the catbus implicitly. When he'd been magically transformed into a kit, it had been immensely kind to him instead of taking advantage of his vulnerability as it otherwise could have.

"You have intrigued me," Maul said. He wondered what she had to tell them both, though considering what the topic of conversation had been thus far, he wondered if it involved revenge upon those that had butchered their people. Grievous and Dooku were dead but others who were just like them would still be active even once the Empire was demolished.
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[personal profile] survivingsister 2024-06-17 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
She wonders what Talzin's son will think, the Great Mothers joining then in their Galaxy. It excites her, both for her people, the few who remain, and for the possibilities it presents to finish destroying those who were a part of their destruction. "What I've done since leaving Dathomir has lead me to it. At first I thought it merely about survival, then being strong enough to seek revenge. But this is something far beyond that."

Tired, overheated, dehydrated- none of those mattered when faced with this. Her smile was not kind, too sharp, too determined, for that. But her eyes sparkled with excitement and even something akin to joy.

Rarely had she ever struggled to keep a secret, and now she wanted to spill it immediately. But she also, selfishly perhaps, wanted to tell her kin together. Let it bond and bind them together.
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[personal profile] survivalthroughhate 2024-06-17 08:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Far beyond survival and revenge?" He said, his eyes lightning up. They switched from grey to Sith yellow, his thoughts shifting more to the anger and hate that had sustained him for so long. He had a feeling such emotions had kept Morgan going for a long time too. As he'd often told people when they confronted him over holding onto grudges for an irrational length of time, he didn't forgive and he didn't forget. Not after the atrocities that he'd experienced over the course of his life.

The idea that she'd found something beyond all that made him wonder just what it could be and how important it was to the Nightkin as a whole. True, there was only a few of them here, but somehow knowing Morgan had done something big felt almost more important because of that fact rather than less.
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[personal profile] survivingsister 2024-06-17 09:04 am (UTC)(link)
Anger, rage, even tearing into others for not suffering as she had - these had been all she had for longer than she'd her own people, or longer than she thought she had.

She didn't know what would be waiting after this jump, save Thrawn and the Great Mothers but she trusted the Great Mothers, solely because they were Great Mothers.

Maul's interest in her words, the change in his eyes, softened the sharpness of her smile just a little. "Yes."

"It's the most important work I've done." And they would all benefit from it.

"Tell me of you brother, of this place?" This time it is a question, not a demand. "What else should I know?"
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[personal profile] survivalthroughhate 2024-06-22 08:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Then I look forward to hearing what you have to tell us," Maul said and he meant the words. But he'd wait until they got to Merrin for her to tell him what she had been up to in the years since the

"This place is not difficult to live in. Softer than some worlds I have been to, including our own galaxy. But there still remains trials and tribulations to go through, deliberately set in our path by the fox. And she makes sure there are consequences for us when we do not follow the rules and play her games." The disdain for the so-called god was clear in his voice. Maul was not happy with her for a variety of reasons.

Then his voice held a fierce note to it, full of pride for being a Nightbrother."But for Nightkin? We can easily weather what Folkmore shall put in our path."
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[personal profile] survivingsister 2024-06-22 09:24 am (UTC)(link)
It doesn't occur to her Maul may not remember all the legends and stories she been told before she'd lost all her milk teeth. She's aware he didn't grow up entirely with them, she simply can't imagine him not knowing, giving his bloodline.

Typically, when walking Morgan's hands are still, clasped at her body. Walking without the counter balance unnerved many beings who observed it, even if they didn't know why and it made clear her level of control. But despite spending three decades without kin surrounding her, and only being around Nightbrothers who were very young kits or the rare mates with her sisters, walking in step with another slipped on her like well broken in boots. There was a comfort she had distant memories of, and it allowed her move naturally. His discontent was noted, filed away.

"Our strength is why so many view us as a threat." Her pride mirrors his own, she's well aware how they were viewed. "Could that be why she has gathered us here?"
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[personal profile] survivalthroughhate 2024-06-28 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
Maul had missed that natural stillness that came with being around other Nightkin. He was very much the same way. Maul didn't fidget or have jerky movements the way humans sometimes did. The only time he had was when he'd been in the throes of madness on Lotho Minor. But after? He had a deliberate way of moving, most shown in the silent way he walked, never a sound made from his footsteps. There was something gratifying about being in sync with one of his own people again.

"Perhaps," Maul offered as a guess. Then he gave a less charitable interpretation of Thirteen's actions. "Or perhaps we are simply entertaining to her." Never let it be said there was ever such a thing as a boring Nightkin.
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[personal profile] survivingsister 2024-06-28 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
He's taller, by a very good amount, Morgan adjusting her steps to match, but she wouldn't be surprised to find his also altered to match hers. It was simply something she'd learned to do when moving with her Sisters. Dathomir could be so dangerous, moving in sync and quietly was needed, for exploring or hunting.

"It may be useful for us either way." And she would use anything useful to restore her people.
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[personal profile] survivalthroughhate 2024-06-28 08:44 am (UTC)(link)
“Indeed. Powerful being such as this try to use us for their own purposes, so we must watch and wait for opportunities to find our own advantages,” he told her. Already, he had adjusted his thinking to include Morgan in that definition of ‘we’. Though they were few in number, he would protect the small clan of Nightkin that was growing in Folkmore. Now that there were three, Maul felt that it was distinctly possible more might show up. He would be watching and taking a more active role in seeking out new Star Children to see who had arrived.

“If you have anything powerful from home that you wish to summon, I recommend interacting with others here as much as possible. There is a ritual to bring forth anything you wish but you must gain the magic necessary to summon it by talking to others.” The distaste for such a thing showed in his voice, but Maul had never been the most social person. Even now, it felt like half his interactions ended in threats or violence.
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[personal profile] survivingsister 2024-06-28 09:20 am (UTC)(link)
She had instantly adjusted her thinking. Brother Maul, Sister Merrin, her. She had a "we" again, a tiny little Clan to protect and live with. It just slightly softened some of the harshness in her, while sharpening others. "We honor a far more dangerous god, we will find what we need."

She let that new information settle, worked it around in her mind for a bit as they walked. "Even magickal ones?" She wanted her spear. Yes she'd offered it to the Mandalorian as payment and she would have given it to him had he looked Tano. That didn't mean she didn't still desire it. But she also desired her bow. And her mother's blades. They were more important.
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[personal profile] survivalthroughhate 2024-07-08 10:28 am (UTC)(link)
"It is best to follow her rules, at least for now," he explained. "I have been looking for ways to subvert her will while still getting what I want." It hadn't been easy, so Maul had mostly just been keeping to verbal complaints, though he wouldn't hesitate to physically fight against Thirteen should she try anything to harm him or his family.

He gave her a nod. "Yes. Even magickal ones." While he hadn't had to summon his own lightsaber, getting a lucky break there, he knew such weapons as that were something that could be summoned. If that could be brought here, he doubted there was much that couldn't, not if the person really wanted something no matter how big or complicated.
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[personal profile] survivingsister 2024-07-09 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
"I am aware of that game. It is one I had to play to secure my own goals from the Empire." And one she could and would do here - especially with her people here. But it if came to battle, she'd join her brother rather than allow harm to come upon them again.

"Good. I was forced to leave my mother's weapons behind when I left Dathomir." A lack of planning on her part, a mistake of youth and inexperience, and not one she'd make now - not that she didn't still desire to recover them.
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[personal profile] survivalthroughhate 2024-07-10 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
“Perhaps with time we can discover a way to get her to bring others here.” If it got Thirteen to bring other Nightkin here, Maul was willing to do just about anything short of getting on his knees and begging. He still had some pride after all. But if she wanted him to go on a quest or complete a series of tasks, he would get it done if it meant she would bring those of his clan here.

“Are you able to perform the magick of your Sisters?” Maul asked with great interest.
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[personal profile] survivingsister 2024-07-10 10:35 am (UTC)(link)
Morgan glanced fugitively around for a second, then reached over to briefly take Maul's hand in both of hers and squeezed it. Partly just excitement of someone finally understanding, and partly testing the water, how he would react. "Yes, that would be ideal." She'd been close to him anyway, closer than she would have walked to almost anyone else.

"I am. Until recently I wasn't able to do so openly, but I've been freed of such constraints now." Not that it had meant others didn't recognize what she was, unless they were simply too young to ever have heard of the Nightsisters. But Thrawn had known, had understood, and awaited her with their Great Mothers, and there was something of a joy in it, or as close as she had felt since her Mother's death.
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[personal profile] survivalthroughhate 2024-07-26 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
He stiffened up for a moment when Morgan grasped his hand. But only for a moment and then his grip relaxed into her's. Maul understood the excitement she must have been feeling at finding her own kind here again, this Nightsister who had been on her own for so long.

"Sister Merrin is well-practiced in such magick as well and very skilled. I never had the chance to learn." Normally, males wouldn't have been allowed to learn anyway, but given Maul's strong Force sensitivity, he knew his mother would have like to have taught him what she knew. It would have made their clan powerful and strong to have him as such a protector.
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[personal profile] survivingsister 2024-07-30 08:35 am (UTC)(link)
"I would hope we are most skilled in different ways, to best preserve the most knowledge." That Maul hadn't been able to learn from his mother was a loss. "That is a shame." Morgan was traditional, and wouldn't have normally considered it appropriate for a Brother to learn such things. But Maul was not a traditional Nightbrother, and she did think having the best of the Nightbrothers, the strongest, most intelligent, and those who could learn, the best of that group, if they had also been taught and trained, Grievous wouldn't have had so complete a victory.
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[personal profile] survivalthroughhate 2024-08-29 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
"I believe we all will," he told her. Even if he hadn't gotten the chance to learn Nightsister magick, he had his own skills that he'd learned on his own, ways to access the Dark Side as a Sith Lord that he could use to help protect the small amount of Nightkin here.

"Have you thought about where you shall live yet, Sister?" He asked her. Already, if she didn't, Maul was going to insist she stay with him. He knew the importance of having a home that one could feel safe and let their guard down in. Morgan, he knew, would not have had the chance to have that in a long, long time.
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[personal profile] survivingsister 2024-09-03 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
She nodded, glad to have the agreement. Certainly, she was sure there was much and more to learn and who knew what they had lost along the way? She wanted all of it.

"No I haven't." She had assumed there would be some trial or test to earn a place to live, and that was well enough with her. She'd had to endure and face worse. But also, having a Brother here, that may offer something. She hadn't thought about it yet, more focused on surviving the desert and then this...whatever it was.

She could manage for days before really needing a semi-permanent dwelling.
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[personal profile] survivalthroughhate 2024-09-27 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
“Then you shall stay with me,” Maul declared.

It was a bit presumptuous to think Morgan might accept the offer just based on their short acquaintance but Nightkin stuck together. They were stronger that way as his earliest teachings from childhood had ingrained within him. He had more than enough room in his windmill to host guests or even someone living with him longterm.