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August-September 2024 Test Drive Meme
August-September 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 a canon item from home, 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: Potential Wilderness Survival, Potential Death
New Star Children arrive in Amrita Academy, the largest school in Folkmore. They might arrive in the medical wing, or they could arrive in areas of the school that don't look like a school at all: forests with animals to hunt or gather, including for their medicinal properties; rocky crags with climbing routes; fields full of growing grains; meadows with sheep covered in soft wool; lakes and rivers with unusual denizens. It's like a miniature of Folkmore all in one school.
A fox with a clipped ear and a few scars greets each Star Child upon arrival. She explains that while things can be summoned with Lore, the best survivors learn to scavenge and to find what they need. New Star Children haven't earned much Lore yet, so that surely applies to them double. In fact, as befits a survival school, there are items that will help Star Children survive hidden all around and immediately outside the school. Star Children are directed to make a list on their Relic of everything they think they need to survive. Once made, the list cannot be changed. They will be more likely to find those items than others (though it will not be impossible).
Race, jog, or stroll around the expansive school in search of these items: clothes, bags, first aid kits, tents, survival supplies, etc. They might be harder to find than expected as they will be miniature and in little cubes aka survival squares (a misnomer). These cubes may be tucked away above, below, beside, or inside something. They also may float against a rock face or in the air among tree branches. The most likely locations are those densest in Lore. The longer Star Children explore, the more they will realize that these cubes are best and most easily obtained by working together. In fact, they will try to dodge and avoid the grip of a Star Child more than ten feet away from any other Star Child. Perhaps that's because two Star Children interacting are creating Lore and a Lore dense location? Once two Star Children touch the cube at the same time, the cube will disappear, and the item inside will grow to full size. Congratulations on being one step closer to survival. Remember to share.
Come mid-September, few cubes will remain inside the school. Star Children will have to check the perimeter of the school to find more survival squares. That task grows exponentially harder as the cubes are in the molasses-thick moat of concentrated Lore surrounding the school. Should anyone dip their spoon in the moat, in the Lorasses if you will, they will find that it tastes sweet, a rich spicy sweetness. Amazing! Less amazing? It is impossible to get past the moat of Lorasses. No matter how strong a swimmer or oarsman, it is impossible to make headway through or atop the Lorasses. Anyone attempting to fly across the moat will find themselves slapped by a giant sticky slappy hand rising like a goliath from the depths with perfect aim. Star Children can find themselves slapped anywhere from the shore to the center of the school. Star Children are free to get creative with ways to dig the survival squares out of the Lorasses, but beware! They'll have difficulty freeing themselves on their own from the sticky substance, should they fall in.
Since Star Children are likely to find themselves in sticky situations quite literally, they may be pleased to know that Amrita Academy has showers available for use. Unfortunately, due to one student's experiment, the shampoo is all made of beer. That's right, beer. It's good for one's hair! Or so the study should demonstrate. Be sure to fill out a feedback card outside the locker rooms.
New Star Children arrive in Amrita Academy, the largest school in Folkmore. They might arrive in the medical wing, or they could arrive in areas of the school that don't look like a school at all: forests with animals to hunt or gather, including for their medicinal properties; rocky crags with climbing routes; fields full of growing grains; meadows with sheep covered in soft wool; lakes and rivers with unusual denizens. It's like a miniature of Folkmore all in one school.
A fox with a clipped ear and a few scars greets each Star Child upon arrival. She explains that while things can be summoned with Lore, the best survivors learn to scavenge and to find what they need. New Star Children haven't earned much Lore yet, so that surely applies to them double. In fact, as befits a survival school, there are items that will help Star Children survive hidden all around and immediately outside the school. Star Children are directed to make a list on their Relic of everything they think they need to survive. Once made, the list cannot be changed. They will be more likely to find those items than others (though it will not be impossible).
Race, jog, or stroll around the expansive school in search of these items: clothes, bags, first aid kits, tents, survival supplies, etc. They might be harder to find than expected as they will be miniature and in little cubes aka survival squares (a misnomer). These cubes may be tucked away above, below, beside, or inside something. They also may float against a rock face or in the air among tree branches. The most likely locations are those densest in Lore. The longer Star Children explore, the more they will realize that these cubes are best and most easily obtained by working together. In fact, they will try to dodge and avoid the grip of a Star Child more than ten feet away from any other Star Child. Perhaps that's because two Star Children interacting are creating Lore and a Lore dense location? Once two Star Children touch the cube at the same time, the cube will disappear, and the item inside will grow to full size. Congratulations on being one step closer to survival. Remember to share.
Come mid-September, few cubes will remain inside the school. Star Children will have to check the perimeter of the school to find more survival squares. That task grows exponentially harder as the cubes are in the molasses-thick moat of concentrated Lore surrounding the school. Should anyone dip their spoon in the moat, in the Lorasses if you will, they will find that it tastes sweet, a rich spicy sweetness. Amazing! Less amazing? It is impossible to get past the moat of Lorasses. No matter how strong a swimmer or oarsman, it is impossible to make headway through or atop the Lorasses. Anyone attempting to fly across the moat will find themselves slapped by a giant sticky slappy hand rising like a goliath from the depths with perfect aim. Star Children can find themselves slapped anywhere from the shore to the center of the school. Star Children are free to get creative with ways to dig the survival squares out of the Lorasses, but beware! They'll have difficulty freeing themselves on their own from the sticky substance, should they fall in.
Since Star Children are likely to find themselves in sticky situations quite literally, they may be pleased to know that Amrita Academy has showers available for use. Unfortunately, due to one student's experiment, the shampoo is all made of beer. That's right, beer. It's good for one's hair! Or so the study should demonstrate. Be sure to fill out a feedback card outside the locker rooms.
- All new Star Children arrive in Amrita Academy.
- Star Children are greeted by a fox who prompts them to write a list of what they need to survive. These lists cannot be changed once made.
- Star Children search for tiny cubes with survival supplies, especially ones on their lists.
- Star Children must work together to catch & open the cubes.
- Come mid-September, Amrita Academy is surrounded by a Lore-rich molasses moat—Lorasses. Thou shalt not pass.
- Once the moat arrives, most cubes are in the moat. Shower to get clean afterward with beer for shampoo.
Content Warnings: Forced Close Contact, Coerced Behavior
It can be stressful to arrive in a new place among strangers and strange things. It can be even more stressful, sometimes, to be among people one knows. The fact remains that in Folkmore, no one is an island. The Shattered Spoon Shrine is a testament to that. Interact or perish. Those interactions usually don't even have to be positive. An emotionally charged argument generates Lore same as a touching reunion. However, Amrita's iteration has taken charge of Folkmore this month. She values cooperation and connection.
What does this mean for Star Children? It's time to get along.
When Star Children fight—physically, vocally, emotionally—they get stuck together in a magical t-shirt. This plain white t-shirt has 'This is our get along shirt' written on it on both sides, one in each Star Child's handwriting. (If a Star Child does not have handwriting, Thirteen will invent a handwriting she feels best represents them). The shirt works exactly as written on the tin. Until the two Star Children can get along, they will be stuck together in the shirt. Getting along can look a few different ways. It could be working through the reason they were fighting. It could be cooperating to accomplish something else. It could be helping someone else together. It could be large or small. Somehow, Star Children will have to get along to accomplish something.
The shirt will disappear, leaving them standing next to each other, only to reappear duplicated in each of their hands, perfectly sized to fit each individual. Should they so choose, either can be used for a repeat performance, with both of them trapped inside again. While the same condition will apply—they must get along to get out of the shirt—the shirt will now make it easier for them to work it out. Note: only the two people who originally wore the shirt can put it back on. No one else can wear these shirts.
One time only, a Star Child's cooperative escape will have an additional prize: their souvenir t-shirt will be wrapped around an item from either their home universe or their partner's. That's right, getting along can get a Star Child something from another universe.
It can be stressful to arrive in a new place among strangers and strange things. It can be even more stressful, sometimes, to be among people one knows. The fact remains that in Folkmore, no one is an island. The Shattered Spoon Shrine is a testament to that. Interact or perish. Those interactions usually don't even have to be positive. An emotionally charged argument generates Lore same as a touching reunion. However, Amrita's iteration has taken charge of Folkmore this month. She values cooperation and connection.
What does this mean for Star Children? It's time to get along.
When Star Children fight—physically, vocally, emotionally—they get stuck together in a magical t-shirt. This plain white t-shirt has 'This is our get along shirt' written on it on both sides, one in each Star Child's handwriting. (If a Star Child does not have handwriting, Thirteen will invent a handwriting she feels best represents them). The shirt works exactly as written on the tin. Until the two Star Children can get along, they will be stuck together in the shirt. Getting along can look a few different ways. It could be working through the reason they were fighting. It could be cooperating to accomplish something else. It could be helping someone else together. It could be large or small. Somehow, Star Children will have to get along to accomplish something.
The shirt will disappear, leaving them standing next to each other, only to reappear duplicated in each of their hands, perfectly sized to fit each individual. Should they so choose, either can be used for a repeat performance, with both of them trapped inside again. While the same condition will apply—they must get along to get out of the shirt—the shirt will now make it easier for them to work it out. Note: only the two people who originally wore the shirt can put it back on. No one else can wear these shirts.
One time only, a Star Child's cooperative escape will have an additional prize: their souvenir t-shirt will be wrapped around an item from either their home universe or their partner's. That's right, getting along can get a Star Child something from another universe.
- When Star Children get in a fight of any kind, not just physical, they get stuck together in a magical t-shirt.
- The shirt says “This is our get along shirt” front and back in characters’ own handwriting (or imagined handwriting).
- As written on the tin, Star Children are stuck until they figure out how to get along
- When they separate, both partners will get a copy of the t-shirt that fits them. They can choose to get back into said t-shirt together to figure out how to get along easier in the future.
- One time only, Star Children receive an item from their home universe or their partner’s.
Bill Cipher | Gravity Falls | Myth
DenialArrivalBill has no idea how long he’s been in the Solitary Wellness Void this time. It’s probably somewhere between forty-five minutes and sixteen hours, but it feels like an eternity.
An eternity of telling himself that he’s fine and he’ll get out of this whole place sooner or later. He’s Bill Cipher! Not even a high-security prison-slash-mandatory-therapy-centre outside of time and space can hold him forever!
Someone will come along.
And someone actually does.
He doesn’t really care the specifics of who or what this fox is–there’s plenty of upstart deities in the multiverse. The important thing is: she’s a sucker.
He follows her without a second thought. Hell, without a first thought. Someone’s letting him out–the rest will be a piece of cake. He’ll be back to his old self in no time.
Somewhere in the middle of half-listening to her little ‘survival school’ pitch, he realises that something is very wrong. But it’s… fine. He’s fine. This is a minor setback at worst!
He’ll even play along and start writing a little list.
What do people need for survival anyway? Gold? Chlorine tablets? Interdimensional rifts? Bees? Some yummy glass?
Anger
Some time later, a scruffy little man wearing an orange prison jumpsuit can be found yelling at… the sky? He mostly appears to be yelling at the sky.
“Was this YOU, ya big frilly JERK? Your idea of a JOKE? Or some new WELLNESS EXERCISE? Does she WORK for you? Or is this your INFINITE CYCLE of karmic BLAH BLAH BLAH… you said I’d get to be a NEWT. No one said anything about HUMAN, buddy!”
On that note, he glares at his hands, wriggling his fingers at arm’s length like they’ve done something to personally offend him.
It’s one thing to possess a human body–all the perks with none of the impending mortality–but the novelty is wearing off fast when it wasn’t his choice to be shaped like this.
Bargaining
Whatever. At least he can deal with his immediate problems: being locked up somewhere new, and the fact no one is paying attention to him.
Because he needs attention. He may not be a literal idea-based-entity at this particular moment, but he sure still feels like he’ll die without it.
Time to get on whatever equivalent of a soap box he can scrounge up in this place. And hope no one pays too much attention to the fact he’s covered in… syrup?
“Say, pal! That’s right, I’m talking to you. And you over there, sir-and-or-madam. Are you really happy playing along with this whole charade? Didn’t think so. I bet you’re way too clever for that. If you ask me, what this calls for is a good old fashioned prison riot–what are you waiting for, a permission slip? If you let a little thing like rules or entropy or giant hands hold you back…”
And he’ll go on this way, unless someone stops him.
Depression
(cw: mild eye/body horror)
Or, even later, you might find him curled up in a corner of the school, muttering to himself.
While he’s mostly human, the Fox has clearly marked him as a Myth: between the barbed tail and the ram’s horns, it’s hard to miss.
Currently, the tail is wrapped tightly around his knees, and he has a white-knuckled grip on his horns, one of which curls around to end deep inside his empty eye socket. His other eye stares into the middle distance, unfocused.
Wildcard Feel free to throw anything else my way! Or just find him around the school climbing the walls and trying to eat the cubes.
Anger
While flying over the moats seemed ill advised from what he gleamed, that it seemed impossible to just zip out that way.. he could still practice over what other open air there was. Great Horned Owl's wings adorned his back and it took a lot of trial and error even getting up in the air. He probably should be more focused on these cubes but maybe an owl's eye view would help-
Or it should have, because once Ford got to some level of gliding and moving his attention was sharply broken by someone wailing insults at the sky. Ford lost the momentum in a dizzy confusion and suddenly he wasn't flying or gliding he was instead falling. Luckily it wasn't too high up but the small man in the orange jumpsuit would see in his peripheries a tumbling mass of feathery wings scrambling and flapping before hitting the ground with a heavy THUD... and then a subdued groan.
His wings were curled uncomfortably more around himself in a heap as he tried to get his brains to stop sloshing about and pat around himself beyond his wings for his glasses knocked and strewn aside.
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Before looking closely at the winged man, bill nudged him in the side with his foot, none too gently.
"Hey, Jack--watch where you're going! Some of us are trying to give an overgrown salamander a piece of our--"
And that's when Bill noticed the hands. That's not a terribly common irregularity. Bill trailed off, actually looking the human over.
"...Sixer?" His voice was softer--maybe sentimental if you really squint, maybe just surprised.
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Ford huffed as he set his glasses back on his face and opened his mouth to argue back about how he didn't WANT to get a mouthfull of dirt and an aching head but..
Sixer?
His face knit into confusion and suspicion not soon after, staring up at the slight man in the.. what he had to assume was some kind of prison jumpsuit by the looks of it- the gears in his head were turning and nothing was really clicking with why the hell this person would be calling him that of all things.. his hands weren't exactly hard to miss but it was said with such familiarity that it made it all too baffling.
"Do I... know you?" He finally asked, his wings slowly settling down more as he made no move to stand yet, too stunned to really do much more than try to crunch numbers on if this was someone he'd met before but frankly that was something of an embarrassingly small pool of suspects.
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...And then he saw the, what was that, a halo? There was a twinge of something at the reminder of how devoted Stanford used to be, but he quickly redirected his mind to the important thing: how could he use this? Because if this Sixer was still that devoted, he had a second chance. (To get his portal built? To make Ford sorry for what he would have done later? Remains to be seen!)
For now, he just grinned.
"Oh I'd bet on the interdimensional portal in your basement that you more than know me, Fordsy!"
A pause, before he reached to offer to help Stanford back to his feet.
"Need a hand?"
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Almost.
His hand reached out and takes Bill's as he pushed up onto his feet with aided balance. His wings fluffing up a bit before settling on his back. He stayed very quiet as he looked Bill up and down before his brows knit in almost.. concern?
"...Bill? You.. er, well."
He cleared his throat and nodded. "You have more.. angles, since I last saw you?" And more orange, but he tucked that aside for now.
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Well, that confirmed they were still on good terms. A handshake (for all intents and purposes) without a second thought! Of course... that confirmed something else Bill was checking, and he didn't like this answer at all.
Because he felt nothing. No flame, no connection, no obvious route to crawl into the familiar space of Stanford's mind and dig his roots in.
Just... nothing.
Or maybe not nothing.
Sensations were all pretty dulled, when he was possessing someone else's body. But apparently here they were a lot more, well, more.
After possibly holding Ford's hand for a beat too long he let go very quickly. Time to unpack that never!
"Maybe a few, but I'll be back to my geometrically perfect self in no time, you'll see. But who cares about all that? Look at you, Sixer. I'll admit it—I'm flattered."
Or at least, it makes for a good distraction while he thinks over his own story.
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Ford blinked and tilted his head to the side before swiveling it back a bit, following Bill's sight line, and then looking around the other side as well. Finally Ford looked back at Bill. "I'm not exactly sure what's flattering to you about my... Wings? But, you're welcome anyways, ha..!" He cleared his throat a bit awkwardly, shifting his weight a bit as he went quiet, staring again.
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"Not the wings, smart guy. I mean--don't get me wrong, they're an improvement on the human design. Which could use a lot of improvements," he added, glancing down at himself again.
"You really should SUE whoever came up with these! But I meant that thing."
Bill reached over to wave a hand through the floating triangle shape, as if that would explain what he meant at all.
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That he could trust him.
But he'd adjust in time. For now Ford tried to crane his neck around again, further back to try and glimpse it. He caught a point of the triangle in his peripheries about the same time he nearly tripped back stepping on his own flight feathers and bawked as he staggered and spun his arms to sort of- clamber at the air and steady himself. He didn't fall backwards but he did feel sufficiently embarrassed judging by his face turning more red and how his head sort of retracted on his neck into the collar of his coat.
He cleared his throat pointedly and tried to pretend that didn't just happen as he'd speak up. "I- well. I have to assume whatever it is has something to do with the wings and the whole.. role, thing.. The fox laid it out fairly well but it's still-.. it's.." Ford trailed off again, less stumbling bashfully and more.. distracted. He was staring at Bill's horns.
"The fox said I was a legend and really I wasn't going to argue it, I am paving unprecedented paths for scientific advancement but.. mm." He went quiet for a moment like he was second guessing saying something. Ford then shook his head and cleared his throat once more. "Nevermind, it's not important!" He suddenly blurted and started looking around them, "Have you been told the whole.. cubes thing? We should get on that, instead- Three eyes are better than two anyways, ha!"
<:)
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And of course, he couldn't help laughing as Ford tried to look at the back of his own head and tripped over his wings. Priceless!
But then he shifted his stance in a way that almost seemed uncomfortable under the staring. He needed a good excuse for whole, well, Myth thing, and while he could absolutely come up with one, it probably wasn't going to help matters.
Or... maybe Ford was just going to blatantly ignore the elephant in the room. That was fine by Bill. He might as well let him stew on it and then pretend there was an obvious answer if Ford had only asked.
"Y'know, I might have stopped listening when she got to the cubes. They're a terrible shape and I've never been a big fan of her voice to begin with. So why don't you fill me in, smart guy? Let's walk and talk."
Or rather, let Ford talk. Couldn't hurt to throw him a bone and let him explain something.
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"It was another fox explaining this bit, that to get the lore needed for requiring things- along with the things themselves really we need to find these cubes. We each had to- or you will have to at any rate.. make a list of survival tools. Now I'm fairly certain I've put together quite the list myself!" He said proudly, showing bill the screen with incredibly scratchy scribbled words using the screen pen, barely legible as words.
"Rations, supplements, water filter tubes, matches, lighters, rain ponchos, tarps, tinderboxes, fishing lines and rope and all those sort of things!" He then paused and tapped his chin a bit in thought. "Might have forgotten coffee... drat!" He huffed then shook his head, his feather fluffing a moment before settling. "You can't change the list once it's settled, but once it is you'll find it much easier to find the cubes that have these items in them. They're scattered all about the place. Everything is small inside them and once its opened- they'll expand to proper size."
He sighed and tucked his relic away before crossing his arms. "It seems fairly silly that we should be whisked away from the work we were doing for some scavenger hunt..." His brows furrowed again in thought before looking to Bill. "Never a fan of her voice.. do you know the Fox? Foxes? Whatever that situation is?"
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Anger
"You would prefer to be a newt than a human? How curious."
It's hard to picture such a small animal form being more useful than a human form, unless, of course, newts are different in this person's world. And that is entirely possible.
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"I'd rather be a triangle," he says, like this is obvious and needs no further explanation whatsoever, "but we can't always get what we want."
Except, of course, that's not something he likes admitting.
"At least until we wrestle it out of the hands of our oppressors and feast on their corpses," he adds, tone much more chipper.
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"A triangle?" That was far more random than even a newt. "Why a triangle?"
"Hmm." Instead of looking visibly disturbed, he smirks at this. "Yes, I suppose that's one way to go about it."
Now, whether that is actually something he would do, he doesn't say. Instead he says, "Somehow I doubt you'll have much luck accomplishing that with the Fox. This is her land; she wouldn't let anyone take control from her so easily."
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"I've eaten way more impressive gods than little miss look what you made me do for breakfast," he says, in a tone that's flippant enough to either imply it's a joke or... just that he found it very easy.
"But I'd rather be a triangle because it's a much more efficient shape than whatever's going on here. Seriously, humans deserve financial compensation for the number of holes in your face alone," he says, giving the stranger a quick glance-over.
"And because it's the best shape. Less sides? Someone'll put an eye out on you. More? Waste of resources. Nature got it right exactly once."
Bargaining!
But curiosity also kept them. As they sip on their drink, they wave at Bill to interrupt his rambling.
"I walked in not too long ago... are you not able to just. Walk out through the front entrance?"
Though, they're not even sure if they can end their visit to the school.
"Though, I do think it might be a good idea if you- or, I guess we both play along..."
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"'Playing along' is for suckers and rubes," he points out, complete with finger quotes at the beginning.
"But just walking out the front door? WOW, I never would have thought of that." Bill shrugs and makes a point of smacking his forehead.
"You ought to try it. Go on, I dare you," he adds, flashing the witch a distressingly broad grin. "I'll be watching."
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"Knowing what I do about this place. It makes more sense to play along than trying to start a prison riot at a school..." There's a hint of amusement in their voice as they turn their attention to the moat.
"But actually, I am
interested in that-"
They point to the molasses? Lorasses?
"-and the cubes. I grabbed one earlier, but it would not open. Seems it needs two people for me to get the things off of the list I was told to make."
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The cube is a little bit intriguing, though. This body is already getting tired, which is incredibly irritating. He should probably shove some kind of fuel in it, sooner or later.
"And I haven't gone hunting for cubes because that would be playing along. But I wouldn't mind a snack. Tell you what, we can crack that sucker open if your 'walking out the front door' plan doesn't work out for you."
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"There are boxes down in the molasses that probably have some valuable supplies in them. If this stuff works anything like normal molasses.."
They try and angle themself so that bill can't quite see what they're doing, and give it a little whistle. When it melts off, they stand back up.
"I think it will take some effort, but, if we work together we could get some cubes out of the moat. Because if we are stuck in here, we are going to need some supplies..."
They turn around, and put their hands on their hips, and look at Bill.
"What do you think?"
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And clearly he's not the only one who thinks so, the half-orc slowing to a stop when he hears the rather angry sounding man yelling at the sky. The half-orc slows to a halt, yellow eyes blinking once, then twice, then once more as he takes in what's being hollered. The guy looks kinda... like a goddamn mess honestly, though the jumpsuit means nothing to him other than a tragic fashion choice. Canine ears twitching back faintly at the volume he's yelling at, waiting patiently for him to run out of steam.
"...You good?"
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Right. Anyway.
"Me? Oh I'm more than good, Jack. I'm great, actually. Fantastic. Literally never been better. Just having a jolly old time, can'cha tell?"
He flashes a grin that's a little too wide, and doesn't reach his singular eye. This is a man who is--even moreso than usual--barely holding it together.
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Fjord thought triangles were supposed to be stable.The half-orc lifts a brow at that, expression entirely unconvinced by either the stranger's words, or his behavior. Don't need an insight check to see that this guy is holding on by a thread.
"Havin' the time of your life, clearly," That was a dry-ass sardonic response if anyone had ever heard one, that drawl of Fjord's just a bit heavier on it as if to emphasize. "Take it you're not normally like..."
A brief, one-handed gesture to Bill's everything. "This? Didn't know the Fox got up to changin' folk to bring 'em here. Aside from the designation traits she saddles us with."
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and yet"What gave it away?" You know, aside from the ranting to that effect. His response is equally dry, but he doesn't seem to mind terribly.
"Guess she just thinks I'm special, then, huh? She had to go all look what you made me do. Well, both of us can play that game, missy. I wonder how she'd like being a toaster oven. Or maybe a nice fur coat..."
Yeah, planning exactly what he's going to do when he gets his powers back helps a little. Because it's definitely a when. He'll get this figured out in no time. And then he'll make this place his new playground.