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December 2023 & January 2024 Test Drive Meme (Overflow)
December 2023 - January 2024 TDM (Overflow)
Introduction
Original TDM post found here
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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: School Detention, Time Not Passing, Forced Reflection/Confession, Potential Violence
Welcome to detention. Star Children, whether they're new arrivals to Folkmore or old hands, find themselves sitting at two person desks in a library. Perhaps there's only two Star Children, perhaps up to four or five. Regardless, each Star Child has a slip of paper in their hands which spells out why they are in detention, a secret detention slip no one else can read. Which, whew, because the reason any Star Child is in detention is for something they've never been punished for, something they might reasonably have thought they got away with, something they know was wrong.
The door to the library opens, and Kuma Lisa enters. She explains that Star Children will be in detention for four hours, and by the end of detention, they will need to reflect on what they did and express contrition. The headmistress gives no further guidance before leaving and closing the doors behind her.
Four hours is a notable chunk of time, but it's not so long, is it? Surely it's possible to wait it out without making good on the assignment… Or perhaps it's enough to write about it in one of the notebooks on the table in front of each student, without explaining it to another soul. Star Children are welcome to try whatever they want. However, they may notice an oddity with the clock. Namely, no matter how many times the second hand ticks around a circle to mark a whole minute, the minute and hour hands don't progress. It's the same minute over and over and over—
Detention is four hours, but how long four hours takes is entirely up to the Star Children in detention. Read every book in the library. Throw a dance party. Get high. Pull weapons out of the books. All matter of non-magical weapons. Nothing immediately happens upon pulling those weapons—no monsters to make detention less boring. Unless people make progress reflecting on their transgression, communicating about it with another Star Child, and showing penitence for it, time won't pass. Reality warps to stay in the same minute, minute after minute, hour after hour.
What's it going to be? Never ending detention or personal accountability?
However long it takes, it only takes four hours in the realm of Folkmore.
A word of warning to those who grabbed weapons, they will be attacked on their way home after detention. They will be attacked by creatures out of storybooks. Star Children will need to know the literary weaknesses of these creatures, good luck, or the help of someone else coming along who does know their weaknesses. At least there's some excitement in the day after four long long hours.
Welcome to detention. Star Children, whether they're new arrivals to Folkmore or old hands, find themselves sitting at two person desks in a library. Perhaps there's only two Star Children, perhaps up to four or five. Regardless, each Star Child has a slip of paper in their hands which spells out why they are in detention, a secret detention slip no one else can read. Which, whew, because the reason any Star Child is in detention is for something they've never been punished for, something they might reasonably have thought they got away with, something they know was wrong.
The door to the library opens, and Kuma Lisa enters. She explains that Star Children will be in detention for four hours, and by the end of detention, they will need to reflect on what they did and express contrition. The headmistress gives no further guidance before leaving and closing the doors behind her.
Four hours is a notable chunk of time, but it's not so long, is it? Surely it's possible to wait it out without making good on the assignment… Or perhaps it's enough to write about it in one of the notebooks on the table in front of each student, without explaining it to another soul. Star Children are welcome to try whatever they want. However, they may notice an oddity with the clock. Namely, no matter how many times the second hand ticks around a circle to mark a whole minute, the minute and hour hands don't progress. It's the same minute over and over and over—
Detention is four hours, but how long four hours takes is entirely up to the Star Children in detention. Read every book in the library. Throw a dance party. Get high. Pull weapons out of the books. All matter of non-magical weapons. Nothing immediately happens upon pulling those weapons—no monsters to make detention less boring. Unless people make progress reflecting on their transgression, communicating about it with another Star Child, and showing penitence for it, time won't pass. Reality warps to stay in the same minute, minute after minute, hour after hour.
What's it going to be? Never ending detention or personal accountability?
However long it takes, it only takes four hours in the realm of Folkmore.
A word of warning to those who grabbed weapons, they will be attacked on their way home after detention. They will be attacked by creatures out of storybooks. Star Children will need to know the literary weaknesses of these creatures, good luck, or the help of someone else coming along who does know their weaknesses. At least there's some excitement in the day after four long long hours.
🦊 Star Children, new and old, in groups of 2-5 are in detention for something they did wrong & haven't been punished for.
🦊 Kuma Lisa explains detention lasts four hours, and people have to express regret for what they did by the end.
🦊 Time doesn't pass unless Star Children make progress toward that assignment.
🦊 It always takes four hours in Folkmore time.
🦊 Star Children who draw weapons from books during detention will be attacked on their way home.
🦊 Kuma Lisa explains detention lasts four hours, and people have to express regret for what they did by the end.
🦊 Time doesn't pass unless Star Children make progress toward that assignment.
🦊 It always takes four hours in Folkmore time.
🦊 Star Children who draw weapons from books during detention will be attacked on their way home.
Content Warnings: Theft, Glitter Bombs, Minor Power Nerfing
There's a problem with the nonexistent mail delivery system in Folkmore. Gifts are being delivered to residents' addresses—their correct addresses, even if they live in the woods—but those recipients, written on a fat cream label, cannot pick them up, teleport them, or otherwise move them under their own power. These gifts sit in garish and contrasting colors that make certain to draw attention to themselves. Hello, here they are.
Anyone else can pick these packages up, from the person next door to a stranger walking by. There's so many gifts around it's easy to pick one up, remove the label, and go on one's way. Few people are home all the time, and even if they are, what are they going to do? Pick it up themselves? Ha! It's freereal estate. Star Children with abilities to see inside the packages can see something they want badly within as extra motivation to go for it.
When Star Children open their ill gotten gains, these packages explode in a glitter bomb that coats everyone within a ten foot radius. This glitter is impossible to wash out, magic away, or otherwise remove for twenty-four hours. Walk, swim, fly, or otherwise go about with glittery evidence of the crime committed.
Almost always. If it were guaranteed, where would the fun be in that?
The rare fortunate criminal or the original recipient, helped by another Star Child, will receive an item from home. This may even be a weapon or magical item. Those who receive an item will stop receiving gifts on their doorstep, whether they stole the gift or received it from a package addressed to them. They can keep stealing other people's gifts, but they will only receive a glitter bomb from then on.
Mischievous Star Children can even prank each other by changing the label and redelivering packages to someone else. Should that person get help to bring the gift inside, it still isn't their gift, not really, so it too will explode in glitter.
There's a problem with the nonexistent mail delivery system in Folkmore. Gifts are being delivered to residents' addresses—their correct addresses, even if they live in the woods—but those recipients, written on a fat cream label, cannot pick them up, teleport them, or otherwise move them under their own power. These gifts sit in garish and contrasting colors that make certain to draw attention to themselves. Hello, here they are.
Anyone else can pick these packages up, from the person next door to a stranger walking by. There's so many gifts around it's easy to pick one up, remove the label, and go on one's way. Few people are home all the time, and even if they are, what are they going to do? Pick it up themselves? Ha! It's free
When Star Children open their ill gotten gains, these packages explode in a glitter bomb that coats everyone within a ten foot radius. This glitter is impossible to wash out, magic away, or otherwise remove for twenty-four hours. Walk, swim, fly, or otherwise go about with glittery evidence of the crime committed.
Almost always. If it were guaranteed, where would the fun be in that?
The rare fortunate criminal or the original recipient, helped by another Star Child, will receive an item from home. This may even be a weapon or magical item. Those who receive an item will stop receiving gifts on their doorstep, whether they stole the gift or received it from a package addressed to them. They can keep stealing other people's gifts, but they will only receive a glitter bomb from then on.
Mischievous Star Children can even prank each other by changing the label and redelivering packages to someone else. Should that person get help to bring the gift inside, it still isn't their gift, not really, so it too will explode in glitter.
🦊 Gifts appear outside Star Children's residences, even those without residences.
🦊 Recipients cannot pick up the gift but any other Star Child can.
🦊 Almost all stolen gifts explode in a glitter bomb that leaves glitter for 24 hours.
🦊 Star Children can receive an item from home, even a weapon or magical item.
🦊 Star Children can prank each other by changing the labels/moving the packages.
🦊 Recipients cannot pick up the gift but any other Star Child can.
🦊 Almost all stolen gifts explode in a glitter bomb that leaves glitter for 24 hours.
🦊 Star Children can receive an item from home, even a weapon or magical item.
🦊 Star Children can prank each other by changing the labels/moving the packages.
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She holds her hands together. Drawing her thumb across the opposing hand's knuckles.] It must feel like a stale threat, but, it still carries weight, if it ever need be. But, it won't, it will never come to be. [She offers that grace, best she can. She is jealous, yes. But Hob makes Rue happy.
Isn't that all that Wuvvy wants in the world? Rue to embrace themself, to find something genuine after pretending for so long...?]
I am, well enough. [The phrasing feels awkward in her mouth, like a stranger is speaking through her. She wrinkles her snout unhappily, before speaking again.] It has been two years since we last spoke.
[Wuvvy has drafted more letters than she cared to count. Embarrassing pleas, angry words, gentle sentiments made of honeyed words and promises- she burnt it all. Ash coating her fingers, raining down upon the wooden boards of her chambers floor.] Making due with the Court of Wonder as it tries to adjust. Theodore is asking me to come back with him. I am undecided.
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It won't. [Rue politely agrees, digging deep to keep the soft, musical note to their voice, not allowing their own uncertainty to shine through for even a second.] But I appreciate the sentiment nonetheless.
[Clearly, you can take the fae out of the drama of the Feywild, but you can't take the drama out of the fae.
Ah, twice as long as Rue then. Truly, they've gone so long without speaking? Not that Rue ever expected their reunion to be an easy, quick letter home, but to go two years with no correspondence at all? Not even a note? Not even a trinket that reminded one of the other? No wonder this unexpected meeting is so strained and unnatural. This just isn't how they've ever spoken to one another.
But then the conversation shifts to Rue's former court and they can not hide their disappointment to hear Wuvvy is still among those vipers. Their paws unfurl, one moving to rest halfway across the desks, between themself and their former best friend.]
The Court of Wonder was never a home to either of us, Wuvvy. You do not need to remain for anyone else's sake. [Especially not in the wake of Rue's disappearance. They can only imagine how bombarded she would have been with questions and assumptions and wild theories. No one else should ever have to bear the weight of Rue's own choice.]
Theodore is right. You should return. I can't imagine the Court of Wonder being able to recover after losing their golden prince and having word spread of his association with Suntar.
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Her gaze flicks briefly to the sparkling polish with a brief flash of curiosity. She almost asks about it, but stops herself. Is she allowed to be that personable again?
As Rue reaches out a paw, Wuvvy shifts to face the owlbear a bit more. Even now she is drawn to the light that is Rue.]
It is home enough. [It's a quiet kind of rebuttal on her part. The anxiety that radiated off of her in the past hasn't disappeared, but... faded to the edges. The weight of being adrift has left her more somber than she would like.]
I'm not... quite ready to move. [Her friendships with other fae in the court are her own business. Something she kept Rue out of. Apollo was enjoyable enough to be around, as were those mixed with his inner circle. Wuvvy knew them in a friendly enough capacity.
Her relationship with Rue was always more important by leaps and bounds than Apollo or his circle, but Wuvvy was not alone when she stepped away from Rue.
Well. She hadn't been. Now she might be.] I intend to see where I land, once I feel steadier on my feet.
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Take it from someone who thought the same for a millennia before finding the courage to seek out a real home. Home enough will never feel quite like a true home. There is magic in a home, safety and certainty and love.
[A lesson Rue will never forget, not now that they've felt the full love of a family and home. How could they ever go back to loneliness?]
I certainly have no right to counsel you on this, but as someone who still cares for your happiness, I must press that single point.
[Then they pull their paw back with a gentle smile.]
-But whatever you end up choosing, I have full faith that you will land on your feet. You always have.
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I'll keep that in mind as I make my decision. [ It's not a rejection of the advice, just a simple hesitation. The divide between them feels insurmountable in a way the satyr hates. There isn't an easy fix for it. She settles on a careful kind of honesty.] You and I tend to search for different things at times, but searching for safety and certainty is something I want.
[Rue pulling away leaves an ache in her heart. Wuvvy presses that down, folding it away.
She does manage a smile, be it a thin one with a bit of a wink to go with her words.] I'll land on my feet and take off before anyone else notices.
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It is what you deserve, Wuvvy. And it is what I would want most for you too.
[However their lives have shifted away from the other, Rue will always wish happiness for their old friend.
It's not the smiles that they once shared with one another, but Rue offers the woman a small smile of their own, warmth shining in their eyes.]
Ah yes, well, I know that enough from experience, how often you snuck up on me unintentionally. Who knew someone with hooves could be so light-footed.
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Most fae didn't pay attention to someone my size, a blessing and a curse in its own way. [It's a familiar enough thing to joke about. She was Rue's shadow, someone of importance, but not enough to linger upon when Rue made themselves known to higher or lesser fae.]
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It's true, they foolishly make their own assumptions about you without knowing you first. It has always been the same with me too, you know that. But that only means that we both get the chance to surprise all of them with our brilliance and our talent.
[The little slip of paper feels heavy in Rue's paw, but they choose to ignore it. They are not quite ready for this moment to end.]
What have you been up to since I left, Wuvvy?
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Playing messenger primarily. The Chorus are- having an interesting adjustment period. [She can't help but make a face.] If I'm moving, I'm not someone that gets gossiped about, as much.
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I do my best. Most of the parties I throw nowadays are for friends and family. It's quite the change of pace to do a single party every month or so, with a max guest list of ten to fifteen. You will laugh, but my greatest accomplishment as of late has been learning to sleep in and to sit in my garden reading all afternoon.
It is different. [not better or worse to Before, just different.] Healing, in a way.
[It has to be.]
Ah, I imagine the whole court would fall apart without you, then. You've made yourself invaluable to them. I hope they are treating you well. I worried my last unpleasant encounter with The Chorus would somehow trickle down to hurt you. I'm grateful that wasn't the case.
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She wanted this for Rue, but... she never expected they would be apart because of it.] You taking a break is- shocking, but deserved. Read any good books I should know of? Of course, it has to be dramatic and romantic. Elicit love affairs and secret love children...
[She knows your tastes, Rue.] I'd ask for any party gossip, but, if its family, I shouldn't pry too deeply.
[She grows a little somber at that.] There has been... some trickle down, but, my reputation holds well enough.
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[At least their taste in books hasn't changed. Everything they read must all be dramatic and romantic and with all of the delicious yearning and slow burn the owlbear craves.
It's odd to think that there are so many important pieces of Rue's life that Wuvvy has no knowledge of anymore. There once was a time where every piece of gossip was so freely shared between the two of them, but now there is some unfortunate truth to the woman's words. Wuvvy has no right to know the intricacies of Rue's family, not anymore.]
I left them behind in quite the state. [It's strange to think they never had the chance to speak of this piece before. Somehow, that hurts more than the information itself.] The Chorus insisted that I join their ranks. Denying them meant I had to leave.
[With or without Hob.]
i am the smartest guy who half wrote a reply and never sent it, LMAO
[Wuvvy pauses at that information, turning it over in her mind.] I... did not know that. [Fae are prone to their secrets.]
I am glad you didn't join them, didn't lose yourself to what they are. [Joining the Chorus should be an honor, a privilege, but the idea of Rue disappearing into that makes Wuvvy uncomfortable.]
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[It's difficult to realize just how blind Rue had been for so long, but now it just seems so obvious.]
You would have been appalled with my response. I was furious and made no show to hide it. [A delicate tapping of their talons to the school desk.] And they only told me it was in my nature to act as heatedly as I did.