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February-March 2025 Test Drive Meme

February-March 2025 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 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.

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]

The Loneliest Bar, Bar None .
Content Warnings: Forced Emotional Effects, Trapped in a Location, Potential Forced Sharing, Potential Violence, Potential Death-like Experience

New Star Children arrive as motes floating in light to land on a bar stool, in a booth, or in a chair at a table in a dimly lit bar. It's a lonely place of few patrons and a sole proprietor: a red fox… or a woman in a red sweater and autumnal colors. Blink and she will remain what someone first saw. There's little decor in the place, mostly plain polished simple wood, but there are more dark corners than anyone can count. Tucked into those corners, under tables, and anywhere else vaguely discreet are plain weapons: guns, daggers, swords, and the like. Empty and still as the bar may be, that 'decor' may rouse suspicions, among veterans and newcomers alike.

Those already in Folkmore will find an entrance to the bar whenever and wherever they feel lonely, perhaps missing someone in particular. A half-hidden door will appear pressed between buildings in Epiphany, built into a hill in Willow, etched into the bark of a grand tree, and so on and so forth. Once patrons have entered the bar, the exit fades away into the background. It doesn't seem to have disappeared entirely, so much as always being just out of sight, around a corner, hidden in shadows, or otherwise out of reach. Looking for it, or trying to leave already, will bring the proprietor's attention to a Star Child, and she'll ask them to place their order.

She's hardly received any requests for drinks. What's missing more than anything else in the bar are patrons. Anywhere from thirty to a hundred people might fill the bar to capacity, but there's no more than a handful of other people present at the moment. What fills the rest of the place to the brim are shades. Born of Lore and regret, these spectral spirits start off thin and wispy, but they feed on the loneliness, regret, and other negative emotions people bring with them.

The longer people stay, the more shades crowd around them and feed on those emotions; the more solid, colorful, and real they appear. Not only that, the shades take on the appearance of those tied to someone's regrets: those they miss, those they've hurt, or those they've failed in some way to help. On the other hand, Star Children dim, lose color, and fade. Their energy and their ability to care what happens to them drain away to strengthen the shades surrounding them. Tempting as it may be to drown one's sorrows with drinks, that course is a dangerous one. Fade away long enough, and Star Children risk turning into shades themselves—and losing themselves into being someone else's regrets. If a Star Child turns into a shade, their shades rapidly fade back to their original ghostly form and seek out their next source of energy.

The way to quiet these ever-hungry ghosts is simple: connection with the living. Ordering a drink or greeting someone will grant a brief reprieve. Speaking with someone at length holds the shades at bay. Speaking about one's regrets? No matter whether Star Children receive simple commiseration or an objective, grounding response that suggests a path towards personal growth on the subject, the interaction will cut the connection with the shade, and it will fade away. Should that shade be a recently-faded Star Child, they solidify in their seat, a real and solid person with the chance to connect again.

There's more than one way to form a connection, so whether it's a newcomer who'd rather fight than talk or an old hand who knows weapons lying around come with a catch, patrons who pick up a weapon (or two) and fight each other's shades together can also vanquish them. But beware: taking up arms to fight sends one's own shades into a frenzy, surrounding their patron and draining them faster. There's no requirement to aid each other, and others can ignore what terrible end comes to that person… but if they regret failing to help? That lost person becomes their new shade. Better hope someone's more helpful and generous of spirit then.

Anyone who makes a solid connection with another bar patron will find that they can see the exit. Freedom, at last. Furthermore, when settling their tab, the bartender passes one last item over—an object from home, tied somehow to one of their regrets, even just the simple regret that it hadn't come along for the Star Child's original journey to Folkmore because it'd be so useful now. This item may even be a weapon or magical item.

  • New Star Children arrive in a dim, mostly empty bar.
  • Kuma Lisa is the bartender, in fox or human form.
  • Shades feed on Star Children's negative emotions, draining them, and taking the appearance of people they miss.
  • Connection is how Star Children ward off shades. Talking about regrets makes one safe from shades.
  • Star Children can also take up weapons and fight shades. It sends your shades into a frenzy.
  • Star Children can turn into shades if they are fed on long enough. When others connect, it can de-shade them to try again.
  • Those who form connections can see the exit and leave. They also get an item from home related to one of their regrets.
Message in a Bottle .
Content Warnings: Forced Relocation, Forced Body Modification, Forced Conversation/Revelations

Not every bottle in the bar is full of alcohol, a mixer, or even a far weirder spirit. They don't contain Folkmore's spirits at all; Kuma Lisa has skipped straight to bottling Star Children. Each bottle contains a single Star Child, and the label's design reflects what they might taste like, were they alcohol. Those inside experience a soft place to sit and reflect on their lives surrounded by thick glass walls that permit light through while distorting the view into indistinct shapes. There's no way to break the glass from within, and no way to tell which bottles are for bar service and which bottles contain Star Children from without. There's no way to signal someone outside to provide a direct rescue, but never fear: there is a simple way out.

Everyone inside the bottle has their Relic, even if they usually don't have it on their person. Sitting in this round or round-esque room with no exit, messages about missing someone begin to be exchanged—the first message each Star Child sends ghost-written (rather than willingly sent) about someone they miss, and signed 'the true thoughts and feelings of one [Star Child].' As advertised, the message is true. It also resonates with the recipient, some similarity between them and the missed person. Perhaps it can be the start of a beautiful friendship (or the world's most awkward exchange, but who's counting?). At least the Star Child behind this message is predisposed to like something about the recipient, however grouchy their exterior. If a conversation goes well, a system message will pop up asking each person if they would like to talk face-to-face. Should they both agree, they are poured out of their bottles to land safely on the garnish in a drink. The drink isn't massive. The Star Children are tiny!

That's right, these tiny Star Children float on a garnish-raft in a cocktail at the lonely Bar None above. They have a nice umbrella to provide them shade, and it's all set for a cozy conversation if they so wish. As these tiny Star Children talk, the drink around them will show related memories reflected on the surface. These reflections stick around until the conversation is over or someone, preferably someone with a bigger stomach, drinks it. Spills continue to reflect memories and cannot be mopped up so much as cleanly pushed into a fresh glass. A larger patron cannot drink the tiny Star Children. Kuma Lisa will stop anyone drinking from a glass with Star Children still on it.

Star Children who decide that 'no, they shall not discuss this matter after all' may attempt to flee, but being an inch or so high has its own problems. The bar is massive, the shades may become violent, and they are but a small, small person. Even those who can normally shapeshift or alter their size find they cannot make themselves any bigger! At the end of the day, whether with their original partner or another tiny Star Child, the only way to get bigger is to be the bigger person… and talk about those feelings.

Star Children who remain tiny by closing time, whether they stay locked in their glass prison or scattered around the bar, will be tucked back into bottles (as needed) and those bottles laid gently on their sides, which reorients the space inside to a tiny bedroom. Each bottle warms to the temperature to help its resident sleep comfortably. Larger patrons join them. Kuma Lisa shrinks any larger patrons who cannot leave and deposits them safely in bottles away from the shades. No one is missed, so there is no free rein in the bar overnight. Bedtime (bar) snacks will be provided, as well. The bartender takes good care of her patrons regardless of their size, with the only damper being that one remains in a bottle to hope for better results the next day. Star Children can take as much time as they need. Kuma Lisa is patient.

  • Star Children are transported into a bottle at Bar None with their relics.
  • Ghost-written messages start conversations between bottled Star Children about people they miss.
  • Star Children who agree to talk about it in person get poured out safely onto a garnish in a cocktail. The cocktail reflects related memories.
  • Star Children can get up to chaos when tiny but cannot grow or escape. The only way to get big is to be the bigger person (and talk).
  • Star Children, large and small, who cannot leave by closing time are returned (or kept) in bottles. Bottles are turned sideways, have bedrooms, and bar snacks are provided.
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[personal profile] ricochetingbullets 2025-02-24 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
Dex was dealing with his own ghosts from the past in this place. Being who he was with the life he'd led, there was always a number on his mind of people he'd cared about who had left him. It didn't matter if it was willingly or unwillingly. In the end, he was left alone, because everyone always fucking left. Then he saw one that shot a flash of pain right through his heart. The shade was an Indian-American man maybe around Dex's own age and dressed in a professional manner. Sometimes, when it moved a little in a jerky manner, a neat gunshot wound would appear in his forehead before disappearing again. He kept looking over at Dex, who couldn't meet his eyes for more than a few seconds before remembering what he'd done. How he'd first saved Ray's life and now how he was the reason his friend was dead, his wife left a widow and his son without a father.

Finally, he couldn't stand it any longer. Picking up the empty beer bottle in front of him, he threw it directly at the shade's body with a vicious air to the actions. It just went through Ray and instead shattered not more than two inches away from where Yelena was sitting in the corner with a drink. He realized what had happened and ran a hand down his face. This just wasn't his day. He went over towards Yelena with a cautious air, the way Dex always was with any Star Child he hadn't gotten the chance to meet yet. "That wasn't meant for you," he explained.
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[personal profile] so_many_pockets 2025-02-24 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
Well, that's one way to break up the sameness of sitting here surrounded by ghosts. Yelena straightened up in her seat as soon as she can feel the rush of air going past her, unnaturally still when the glass shatters. Her first thought, nonsensical as it is, is wondering if the ghosts will also start solidifying, similar to the way they become more clear the longer they're around. It could not be a short list, the dead that may like to throw things at her.

But, no, it is just a man she does not recognize, which at least makes his statement believable. Normally, her reply would be something with significant bite, especially given how shit she currently feels. A bar fight might help. She can't do it, though, not in front of her younger self. It's equally ridiculous, she is not real and has no future, but Yelena cannot put out of her mind how much violence she will see coming up. It doesn't hurt that she is more exhausted every minute she sits here.

"I did not think so. Did it make you feel any better?"
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[personal profile] ricochetingbullets 2025-02-24 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
"......No." That was Dex's anger in a nutshell. He often lashed out because he couldn't properly cope with anything else he was feeling and it was easier just to give into the part of himself that was angry instead of trying to figure out just what that anger was covering for.

He sat down on the other side of the table across from Yelena and signaled for Kuma Lisa to bring him over another beer. Look, if she had trapped them all in here, the least she could was man the bar and bring the drinks. "So do any of these things belong to you?" He gestured to the shades around them.
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[personal profile] so_many_pockets 2025-02-24 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Shame. It would have been nice if you had somehow found some sort of cheat code about these things."

Belong to her, that is an interesting way to put it. Yelena supposes it is accurate in this context, though, even if it feels unnatural that she is considering confirming it. Has she really been sat here long enough to stop giving a fuck about that?

"Yes." There's an assortment of women nearby now, as well as the child, all wearing blank expressions, she gestures to them first. "Those are all mostly former - coworkers, essentially. Only some of them are actually dead. I would have thought that was enough, personally, but apparently it would not be a complete set without myself age 6, as well. What about you?" Fair's fair.
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[personal profile] ricochetingbullets 2025-02-24 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
Dex snatched up the beer as soon as Kuma Lisa set it down. Getting drunk was not a good idea for someone like him but right now he was out of fucks to give. Everything hurt inside right now and he just wanted it all to go away. "I counted six from my past," Dex told Yelena. "All of them are dead now." Considering the body count in his past, Dex was just thankful right now that it wasn't even more.

"That's my mom over there." He gestured to an older woman with dark hair who was a bit on the short side two tables over. Like with all the ghosts from his past, Dex didn't look so much directly at her as out of the corner of his eye. It didn't hurt so much that way.

"The one I was aiming for is-- was an old friend." One of the few deaths Dex had never taken any pleasure in causing. He'd had enough fondness for Ray to want to just bring him in. But Ray knew exactly what he was doing when he'd reached for his gun, knowing how much more fast and accurate that Dex was with a handgun.
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[personal profile] so_many_pockets 2025-02-24 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
She raised an eyebrow and also her glass, in some sort of almost cheers, even though it feels somehow inherently sarcastic in this environment.

"Kinda worse to see friends or family then it would be enemies, isn't it?" Of course she shouldn't assume that he knows what it's like to have enemies, but too late, she has already said it.

"What do you think the purpose of this is?"
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[personal profile] ricochetingbullets 2025-02-24 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
"At least enemies I could understand." But Dex had a hard enough time feeling guilt for the things he did to the people he loved, let alone people he had a very good reason to hate. No one he'd wronged in the past that he considered to be an enemy would be showing up here.

"She--" He gestured towards Kuma Lisa, who was busy tending the bar. "--Probably wants us to talk about our goddamn feelings or something." The rising anger in Dex's voice wasn't the danger that could clearly be seen from him. It was that look in his eyes, like he'd just detached from everything around him, leaving nothing behind but a person full of rage looking for a way to take it out on someone.
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[personal profile] so_many_pockets 2025-02-24 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Well, that didn't seem like a great sign. Yelena sat back in her chair, gaze sharpening. "That's all? That's easy. This fucking sucks. There, are we done?"

She had a feeling that was not going to cut the tension enough to stop her having to deal with whatever was happening over there, which, frankly, had an uncomfortable amount of familiarity in it. When she spoke again, it was more careful. "I am pretty sure that reacting to them or interacting with them is what makes them more real. I know it is impossible not to, but it looks like you want to start throwing things at them again, or worse, and I think it will make it worse."
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[personal profile] ricochetingbullets 2025-02-24 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
Dex snapped out of it just a little bit as he focused on what Yelena had to say. His hand had already been unconsciously creeping towards the beer bottle a few inches away on the table. "Is it really that obvious?" He groaned, rubbing his knuckles into his forehead like he had a headache. There was no voices or buzzing in his mind, so at least that was a good sign. He was just too angry right now to let them in. "I hate talking about stuff like this." Even though he knew it was probably the best thing for him, given the ten years of therapy he'd gone through as a kid, and how that had the most positive effect of anything he'd tried to help him cope with life as a whole.

He drank down most of his beer and then set it off to the side. "Okay, let's get this bullshit over with. I'm still mad my mom died." Would that be enough? He finally looked at the shade of Dr. Mercer and noticed it dimmed just a little bit when he'd spoken. Great, as Dex had thought, he was going to have to talk about his feelings.
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[personal profile] so_many_pockets 2025-02-24 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
"I am trained in reading people, and I have worn similar expressions. I do not know if it would be obvious to a normal person." If that helped at all. It clearly is not registering as an unreasonable reaction to Yelena, even if she doesn't want to deal with it on top of everything else.

'Let's' made it sound like she was lumped into doing as she was told about this as well, and her knee-jerk (childish) reaction is to make a face and almost argue. It passes, before her mouth gets away from her, or loses to the urge to get out of this place, anyways. "Okay, fine." She exhales loudly, considering - she does not have anything so normal to say, about the ghosts that are here for her, eventually points at two of the younger women in the little pack. Pull the band-aid off, there's no part of her regrets not touched by death. "Those two, I had to kill in training."
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[personal profile] ricochetingbullets 2025-02-24 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
Dex was already curious as to what kind of training Yelena had undergone in order to be able to read him that well. Granted, he usually came off as something of a weirdo anyway, but most people just chalked it up to just poor social skills instead of him being a psychopath who was always five seconds away from trying out murder as the best solutions to his problems.

Then she went and mentioned she'd had to kill two of the shades around her in training. His eyebrows went up in surprise. "Where the hell were you trained?" There wasn't judgment or reproach in his voice, just curiosity.
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[personal profile] so_many_pockets 2025-02-24 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
Even here and now, she does still get a little kick out of surprising someone. At least this can't ruin that.

"Russia," she offers as an answer, deadpan as she can get. It's true enough for her purposes right now, and this exercise in talking about their feelings does not, thankfully, seem to come with a side order of that compulsion to tell the truth. Small mercies.
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[personal profile] ricochetingbullets 2025-02-24 08:33 am (UTC)(link)
"And here I was thinking you were going to say The Hunger Games." Look, he got non-answers as a thing to make sure a person didn't give anything away. Dex often did the same thing himself. That didn't mean he wasn't going to get snarky about it.
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[personal profile] so_many_pockets 2025-02-24 01:29 pm (UTC)(link)
That gets a laugh out of her, as genuine as it can be under the circumstances. "That's very funny, that's a good one. I would clean up at the Hunger Games."
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[personal profile] ricochetingbullets 2025-02-26 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
“You and me both. Sometimes I think I was just born in the wrong time and place.” Really, Dex would have been perfectly fine if he had been born in ancient Rome and had become a gladiator or the Dark Ages and been able to raid with Vikings. He would have even been celebrated and admired for the accomplishment of how many people he could kill.

The problem was that his kind of brutal nature had no place in the modern era and so it was an eternal struggle for him to try and fit in.
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[personal profile] so_many_pockets 2025-02-26 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Interesting. Yelena filed that little comment away, considered the idea. "I am not sure there has been a time in history that would suit me better, but I guess it depends how we are using the word better."

This was so much better than discussing the ghosts, for however long they could get away with it. It did not seem to be making them any more real, either. "What time would you pick?"
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[personal profile] ricochetingbullets 2025-03-05 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
"The Old West," Dex said without hesitation. Clearly, he had put some thought into this thought exercise before. "Instead of being a pariah for the skills I have, back then I either would have been really good at what I did no matter what side of the law I was on. Either way, I definitely would have earned that 'fastest gun in the West' title they always try to debate one gunslinger or the other deserved the most."
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[personal profile] so_many_pockets 2025-03-05 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Yelena nodded, tilting her head. "Okay. The Old West could certainly be fun."

"I am not sure they ever gave that title to anyone who truly deserved it, though. Probably half of them were responsible for giving it to themselves, and I think there must have been any number of people better who simply did not want the attention. Although if you went around and took out all the people who had claimed it other than you, I guess they would not be able to argue. What would your gunslinger name be?"
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[personal profile] ricochetingbullets 2025-03-06 10:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Trust me, there's never been someone who could shoot a gun the way I do." It was an arrogant, cocky thing to say but Dex could actually back up what he said with physical proof of just how good he was. There was maybe a handful of people of people who could do what he did worldwide and he'd still bet he'd come out on top going against any of them.

"Shit, I don't know," he said, running a hand through his hair. "Probably have the word 'lucky' in there. Ironically of course. My luck has always been consistently bad over the course of my life." It was like he'd been born with an upside horseshoe hanging over his head or something with how many bad things that weren't even within his power to control kept happening to him.
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[personal profile] so_many_pockets 2025-03-06 10:47 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, well, she's too tired from being in this place to bother disguising the immediate doubt at that statement, but she keeps her reply simply enough and her tone merely dry, "I hardly know you. Trust you is quite a lot to ask. Regardless, my point was that I doubt the titles were given out on merit then anymore than they frequently are in the present day."

"That's all you have, lucky something? You have to be more prepared than that, as strange as this place is, a time machine could show up any minute, and you would be stuck with whatever weird name someone else gives you."
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[personal profile] ricochetingbullets 2025-03-07 10:17 am (UTC)(link)
She did have a good point there. But before he could answer her, she started in with the topic of hypothetical time travel occurring and he contemplated the idea of that for a moment.

When he'd first arrived, he would have thought the idea of a time machine showing up in Folkmore to be absolutely absurd. But that was before he'd gone through months of weird shit on end and discovered literally anything was possible in this place. Even now, it got a brief huff of amusement from him, though it didn't last long given their surroundings. After a brief pause, he told her: "...Actually, that sort of already happened. One of the train cars was a situation to get through that I'm pretty sure Thirteen copied from one of my favorite Western movies."
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[personal profile] so_many_pockets 2025-03-08 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ugh." It's a little dramatic, the groaning tone she applied to that word, but oh well. They're in a bar full of ghosts, she does not ever really feel bad for being dramatic, and here and now it seems pretty appropriate.

"So this individual not only snatches people from various different worlds and times to bring here and torture, but she also steals ideas. How very typical. She is very lucky that I have so good a reason to be glad to be here."
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[personal profile] ricochetingbullets 2025-03-09 10:05 am (UTC)(link)
Dex's eyebrows raised at Yelena's dramatic antics. But they were also kind of amusing, so he couldn't help but smile a little too.

"What reason is that?" He asked her. Dex had his own reasons to be glad to have been brought to Folkmore but that was something no one had really gotten out of him no matter who had been prodding at his past.
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[personal profile] so_many_pockets 2025-03-10 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, well. That question made her more serious very quickly. If she were not someone who was accustomed to suppressing any body language that would give things away, she would be sitting back and crossing her arms. Instead she just blinked.

"Now why would I tell you that? We have not even exchanged names."
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[personal profile] ricochetingbullets 2025-03-10 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, there was a quick enough way to remedy that problem. "My name's Dex." No last name was given, and indeed, that wasn't even his real first name, although Dex had never gone by Benjamin his entire life. H knew the value of giving out as little information as possible to someone else.

"And you are...?" He waited for Yelena to introduce herself.

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