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December 2025-January 2026 Test Drive Meme

December 2025-January 2026 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]

Get Some Fire in Your Blood .
Content Warnings: Potential violence, potential outfit change (can be rejected)

While sand-filled deserts are known for scorching daytime heat, Cruel Summer is freezing. The means to get and stay warm is proving an awfully hot commodity this winter. (Pun absolutely intended.)

There are bright points to all of this! Little desert bushes have caught fire and burn merrily away without pause or fuel. Sadly, they're not transplantable, or movable, at all. Any interference puts the fire out, and quenched bushes stubbornly refuse to relight, even in the face of arson.

There's also an absolutely massive blaze going on at Agrona Academy: With a base a hundred feet wide, the flames stretch high enough to be seen from anywhere in the desert. Blessedly, while the scale continues for distance, it doesn't include intensity. The heat of the blaze covers a diameter twice the size of the campus but is never hotter than a standard bonfire from ten feet away. No flesh-melting intensity here!

If the direct heat of flames doesn't appeal, there are other ways to keep warm: anything that gets the blood pumping, as participant or spectator. This is Cruel Summer! That means that the fighting pits are open day and night, as the regularly-occurring matches put fire in the blood of fighters and spectators alike. There's always the more intimate route; the emotional equivalent of bundling-up-together-for-warmth seems to be working even better than the old standard two-bodies-one-sleeping-bag. Opening up to others about the people and ideals that inspire each person to keep going, even when things seem impossible, brings a welcome thaw to the immediate environment.

A good thing, too, because most of the trailers at Puca Park have no means of staying heated–so everyone's stuck bunching up at, or cramming into, the few true houses, no matter how small they might be. Going back to the trailers for very brief visits isn't really any worse than visiting any other arctic outhouse, though, so hopefully the lines for the bathrooms won't get out of hand. If they do, well… there's another chance to talk to the other people waiting in line, right?

When it's time to escape the intermittent bursts of cold wind blasting sand across every exposed surface, the flickering lights of spirit-tended bonfires beckon one and all closer. Camps throughout Cruel Summer feature wind-sheltered firepits and a collection of tents surrounding them. These normal bonfires carry the risk of the discomfort of extremes: a scorching heat from the fire, and the bitter cold of any body part not directly facing it. Perhaps a toasty-warm drink will help or snacking on the delicious fire-roasted foods that never get a chance to grow cold?

Those inappropriately dressed for the weather will get directed to one of the warm tents, where it's possible to get a winter outfit. There's a catch, of course. Those entering the tents don't get to design or pick their winter makeover. Instead, the choice will be theirs whether to accept the clothes or not—with the understanding that acceptance means wearing them for twenty-four hours. The outfit will be theirs to keep permanently along with a gift from home (or another world). The gift may even be a weapon or magical item.

Which world? The designer's world. See, across Folkmore there's a new app front-and-center on everyone's relics: Fox Couture. Design an outfit or two or ten to suit winter fashion in one's own home world. Fancy and formal, everyday basic, or walking-the-dog-at-three-in-the-morning… Whatever appeals, the app will find a suitable option to add to the little mannequin's display! Don’t take too long to complete an outfit, though. That's another of Folkmore's residents getting dressed up in what's selected. Once the outfit is marked complete, the maker and the model will be given each other's names and contact information. Gulp. Hope they liked it.

Nothing prevents coming back for future dressing-up sessions, and there's no requirement to accept the outfit. One's original clothing, no matter how poorly suited to the weather, is still available piled up neatly on the bench behind that folding screen over there. So spin that wheel as many times as one wants. Come in, get warm, get dressed up, and let the designer know exactly what you think about their selections.

  • Cruel Summer is cold.
  • Bushes burn in the desert, unless messed with, and Agrona Academy has an enormous bonfire.
  • Emotional intimacy or physical combat (participation or spectation) can keep people warm.
  • Spirits man bonfires & tents around Cruel Summer with free food and drink.
  • Enter a tent to get free winter clothes, which just so happen to be designed by a Star Child via a fashion app on their relics. Accept the clothes, and both parties find out who the other is.
  • Accept & wear outfits for 24 hours to keep them permanently. One time, Star Children will also get a gift from home or the designer's home.
A War of Land Itself .
Content Warnings: Potential violence, potential stalking (by monsters), potential forced transformation, potential forced emotional change/compulsion

The regional borders have shifted between Cruel Summer and Exile, so that the desert now encroaches to the bank of the northwestern fork of the Encantado. The river has a sandy shore, and between the old borders and new are a great deal of dead plants, downed trees, and other signs of Exile foliage that has given up the ghost. Further plants and soil can be discovered underneath all the sand. It's fine. It's desert now.

As prominent and easily found in this new area of Cruel Summer are weapons. From swords, axes, and halberds to bows, crossbows, and guns, they can all be found sticking out of the sand, free for the taking. They are plain, unadorned, and old. However, they're in good shape and ready to be used without needing to be sharpened or cleaned. Everyone who picks up a weapon will gain a feeling of being watched or stalked. This feeling carries with them no matter where they go, whether they head into Exile or deeper into Cruel Summer or even to another region of Folkmore altogether. Anywhere from 12-24 hours later, somewhere in Folkmore, a creature from Exile will attack them. These creatures vary, but they are all intelligent, dangerous predators. Therefore, they are more likely to attack once their prey has set down their weapon and is unarmed.

These weapons may find use more quickly because the border region of Cruel Summer and Exile has grown especially dangerous. The monsters of both regions have begun fighting each other over the territory. Exile's creatures clearly still see the land as theirs, while those of Cruel Summer come to claim ownership. Star Children may find themselves in the middle of a fight they don't mean or want to be in. Exile creatures will attack Star Children as invaders as readily as Cruel Summer creatures. However, those from Cruel Summer will not go out of their way to attack Star Children.

For those who aren't inclined to combat, beautiful (and naked) humanoid spirits in Encantado's waters will invite Star Children to take refuge with them in the river. Friendly dolphins may squirt Star Children with water, but nothing will attack Star Children there. The danger is more insidious. Star Children who stay in the river too long will transform into dolphins and forget who they are in delirium. Anyone who sees this happen or otherwise figures out that some of these dolphins are Star Children may want to rescue them! Star Children can be saved a couple of ways. They can be ushered down the river to Nereid on the coast or they can be brought home (or wherever else) to be set in some water in a pool, bath, or other large container of a Star Child's choice. In both cases, an hour or two in non-enchanted water will see them return to themselves. Memories of being a dolphin may be fuzzy or like an extremely strange dream.

Oases surrounded by shrubs, bushes, and trees pop up around Cruel Summer, creating new sources of fresh water. The soil near these oases are saturated with water, such that these small miracles may appear to be quite the blessing to those arriving in Cruel Summer. The water is cool and satisfies whatever thirst Star Children have. However, melancholy or other negative moods follow consuming it. These moods may be overwhelming or simply background. Unignorable is the compulsion to head toward Exile and the Swamp of Sorrows in particular. Star Children will head in that direction, regardless of wherever they think they are trying to go. Should they reach the swamp, they will find themselves stuck, lacking the will to leave, until they are rescued or die.

Fortunately for these compelled souls, all paths toward Exile will take them through Puca Park. That gives them a decent chance to run into someone before meeting their slow sad fate. Other Star Children may easily figure out something is wrong, and they have a couple ways to break the compulsion and the imposed negative moods. The first is to use words, conversation, to reach people. Get a compelled Star Children to talk through their negative mood and what in their life experience has caused them to feel that way before will set them free. Even better, the more Star Children open up about their own negative feelings and experiences, the more a compelled Star Child will feel like talking, even if they usually don't. The second is to use fists or other forms of physical force to knock the compelled Star Child out. Specially, Star Children must knock the compelled Star Child out with physical effort, not magic, sleeping pills, or other means. Nothing like a good hard knock to the head to reset.

Perhaps none of this should be a surprise. Agrona is the iteration who leads the fighting school, and Cruel Summer is a place that physically tests those who enter it.

  • Cruel Summer has taken over Exile until it reaches the Encantado River.
  • Weapons can be found freely throughout the new desert. Picking one up will lead to being stalked by an Exile monster and attacked 12-24 hours later wherever in Folkmore one goes.
  • Monsters from each region fight each other in the new desert area. Might need those weapons if you get stuck in the middle!
  • Naked beautiful spirits invite Star Children to escape the violence in the Encantado River. Stay too long and turn into a dolphin and forget yourself.
  • Save a dolphin-ed Star Child by getting them to non-enchanted water, either down to the sea or take them home.
  • Oases pop up in Cruel Summer, providing water to all who need it. Those who drink the water feel negative moods and are compelled toward the Swamp of Sorrows in Exile.
  • All compelled Star Children pass through Puca Park. Other Star Children may save them by getting them to talk about their emotions (easier if you talk about yours) or by knocking them out with physical force. Bonk.
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jasnah kholin | stormlight archive | legend

[personal profile] elsecall 2025-12-14 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
— 01. AGRONA ACADEMY

The enormous fire at Agrona Academy is impossible to ignore. Especially for someone from a world where open flame is, more often than not, a deliberate risk of destruction. Jasnah stands at its edge, close enough that the heat presses against her face. Close enough that, if the fire were behaving as fire should, she would already be burned. Instead, it's no more violent than a simple heating fabrial.

Huh.

She paces a fraction of its circumference: measured steps, hands clasped behind her back, attention tracing the perimeter as though patience alone might coax out its secret. The fire neither flares nor dims. It does not respond to proximity or presence.

It simply is.

Damnation. What kind of Investiture produces a result this stable? After a time, she stops someone near the blaze, turning to them with a thoughtful crease between her brows.

"The fire behaves," Jasnah observes. "Do you get the same impression? I can't decide whether it's reassuring or deeply, deeply unsettling."

— 02. THE FIGHTING PITS

Jasnah watches from the edge of the fighting pits, removed just enough to escape the worst of the noise, close enough to see technique beneath the spectacle.

Her expression remains composed, attentive. Arms folded. Weight shifted subtly onto one hip. She tracks the fighters with a strategist's eye: footwork, timing, hesitation. When a blow lands cleanly, she nods once, as if a hypothesis has been confirmed.

She is not a fighter. Not remotely. But she is interested. And that interest warms her, faint but undeniable. She felt it earlier, too. When she caught a stranger as they stumbled on the steps, when they shared a brief, rueful laugh over nothing of consequence. A moment of connection, however fleeting, that pushed back the cold more effectively than fire alone.

She turns to the person beside her.

"Fascinating," Jasnah says quietly. "Violence and vulnerability are rewarded with the same warmth. I wonder why."

— 03. THE TENT

The warm tents (and the makeovers they promise) are perhaps the strangest offering of all.

Jasnah stands just outside one, the canvas stirring faintly in the cold wind. She has already assessed what can be seen from without, but she hasn't crossed the threshold. Her hands are clasped behind her back: one bare, one hidden beneath a neatly buttoned sleeve. Her breath fogs in the air as she watches.

Others enter. Others emerge. Some smiling. Some startled. All changed. She notes the faint glow of their relics, the new names, the threads of connection quietly forged.

At last, she speaks to someone lingering nearby, perhaps weighing the same decision.

"—What do you think? Is the gift worth the potential cost?" Jasnah asks.

Loss of comfort. familiarity. Perhaps even dignity. She shifts her stance, a rare, restless motion. A ridiculous concern surfaces — whether the resulting outfit would respect her hidden safehand. Absurd, she knows. Vorin modesty has little authority here. And yet. She remains where she is, thoughtful, poised on the edge of a choice she won't make lightly.

— OOC NOTES
- find out more about Jasnah here
- hit me with brackets if you don't wanna prose
- feel free to reach out if you wanna come up with a different starter together
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02

[personal profile] zacrifice 2025-12-15 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Her random companion is a new arrival, to the seating area at least; if she's been watching for a while, she might recognize Zack as one of the recent participants of the fighting pits below, a round or two back. He looks scuffed and a bit dirty from any rolling around that may have occurred, but none the worse for wear. (He definitely won his fight, sorry to whoever he thoroughly smoked.) Why is he sitting here? Well, it was an empty space, of course. Also he forgot where he'd sat before.

Her comment makes him laugh. In the firelight around the stands, his eyes glow a strange blue. "It's because it gets your blood boiling, obviously! There's a word for it, sounds science-y."

Adrenaline??
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[personal profile] elsecall 2025-12-15 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Jasnah looks askance at...at someone. Someone familiar? Why does he look familiar? The eyes are notable, but not strange. Not that different from her own when she's burning stormlight, albeit hers are violet. Her attention narrows while she sorts through some vague impressions, but it oddly-weirdly-strangely requires her giving him a thorough (albeit quite neutral) full-body assessment before realizing he'd been on of the competitors during an earlier bout.

A winner, if she recalls correctly. And she almost always does.

"The violence I understand." She doesn't supply the word (adrenaline) but recognizes what he's driving at. "The other bits, not so much."

It's not that she dislikes vulnerability! It's just that she approaches it so coolly. Hard to imagine it gets the blood boiling at all.
grabaslice: (Action/steady/wary)

Leonardo Hamato | ROTTMNT | Legend/Current Character

[personal profile] grabaslice 2025-12-16 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Fight Or Flight

[There is an... odd sense of relief in fighting. Not that Leonardo can completely explain it. So much of his life has been spent fighting that he should be tired of it by now.

But muscle memory carries him through every time. The only snag is he can't finish off whose he's fighting. He has to keep catching himself from anything too deadly.

When he slows down, the cold begins to seep in, and it leaves the turtle trying to keep himself moving. He should stop, he really should, but... fighting is always easier than dealing with much else.

As someone new walks up, he lowers his blade, managing a tired but friendly enough smile back at them.
]

You sure you want to try me? Might not work in your favor.

[Well, someone is confident.]

Sit Down

[Eventually, Leonardo is taken out of the fighting ring racket by someone more skilled or more energetic than he currently is. The turtle is already regretting not just picking back up his sword as the cold seeps in.

He sits at a bonfire, rubbing his hands together. The sweatpants and loose shirt he can't button closed aren't helping in the least. Leo should get up and get a drink, but, the idea of going anywhere feels like a bit much at the moment.
]

I'm not made for this weather, but, I guess I'll adjust. [He grouses to himself, trying to shake it off. He turns his attention to his fellow Star Child, new or old-] You doing alright so far?
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zacrifice: (124)

[personal profile] zacrifice 2025-12-17 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
"The other- oh." He'd focused so much on the fighting part - because of course he did, he's SOLDIER, it's what they're built for - that he forgot the rest. "What do you mean, vulnerability?"

He hasn't had the same experience as her, or at least, he hadn't noticed it happen, so the reference is lost on him.
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[personal profile] elsecall 2025-12-17 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
She means vulnerability, friend. How can she possibly speak more plainly that that? Jasnah's brow creases. She weighs her answer, the various ways in which she might break down the phenomenon as she's experienced it. But ultimately, with a soft sigh, she sees the writing on the wall. Sometimes, you gotta be a hands-on learner.

Or, in this case, an emotions-on learner.

"—Whenever I feel discouraged or stymied, there's this book I think about. I used to read it aloud to my father. It's important. Brimming over with wisdom. One line in particular," she wags a pair of fingers, like biding time to recall the thought. "There is honour in loss if that loss brings learning."

She exhales. Having confessed, even if intentionally, to this personal anecdote of inspiration, a bloom of warmth shimmers around both of them. Jasnah's smile is slight but satisfied.

"Did you feel that?"
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[personal profile] zacrifice 2025-12-17 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
Zack pauses, mouth open to respond, but manages to school himself long enough to feel what she means, quite literally. When he does indeed feel it, his eyes widen. "Whoa... okay, yeah, I'm getting it! Shouldn't be surprised, what with how this place usually likes to shake things out. The whole 'bonding through feeling' or whatever is how a lot of trials work around here!"

In other words, welcome to Folkmore, hope you like oversharing.
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[personal profile] elsecall 2025-12-17 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
...Her slight satisfied smile dies on the vine. What do you mean, that's how a lot of trials work around here? That's less than ideal. Jasnah had picked a relatively simple, straightforward revelation to share. It's not that unusual to be moved by a particular text, or to think fondly on an experience shared with a parent. It had been a calculated, well-curated truth.

"Oh."

A hum, a pause, a frown.

"Bonding through feeling." Jasnah chews on the sentence. "That's a common occurrence?"
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[personal profile] zacrifice 2025-12-17 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Kinda? Yeah." Zack shrugs. He's so used to it, now. "Sometimes we fight stuff, bits of the past or some inner demon or whatever. Sometimes it's puzzle-solving. A lot of the the time it's like, whatever random thing gets in the fox's head! Who knows. She's always like, be your best self! Overcome this or that aspect of your heart! Oooh, look how you grow." She is not like that, Zack. This is the least helpful you could be. "I just go with the flow, mostly. I'm not a secretive guy, so it's no big thing."
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[personal profile] elsecall 2025-12-17 12:09 pm (UTC)(link)
— The fox sounds a bit like a spren, but Jasnah doesn't say so aloud. Partially because she misses her spren and partially because the idea of sharing one overbearing spren with an entire population of people rather bothers her. That isn't what she thought she was signing up for when she took this offer.

"No big thing."

She repeats. Jasnah would like to say she too is not a secretive guy. But that would be a lie.

"I'm not convinced that coerced growth is truly growth."
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[personal profile] zacrifice 2025-12-19 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
"You and everybody else here, probably." He laughs at that, because he's the kind of person who laughs at things that aren't funny, but you gotta laugh because the alternative is worse. "I don't know if anybody does any actual growing. I... guess we grow together? Like, friendships and all." Or more. He sure didn't kiss dudes back home. (Or one dude in particular.) "Feels like all that happens in spite of Thirteen's trials, not because of 'em."
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[personal profile] elsecall 2025-12-19 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
"An interesting thesis," she half-concedes. There's a flicker of disbelief in her voice that she doesn't hide, doesn't soften. It's a stance that isn't too far off from the idea that struggle breeds invention. Or that suffering builds character.

And maybe it does. She considers her uncle, and the journey he's taken.

"Would you tell me about some of the other, ah, trials you've encountered?"
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[personal profile] zacrifice 2025-12-21 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh yeah, sure. Let's see..." How to describe this world's greatest hits? "There was one where it was like, a dream sequence dive, had to go into other peoples' heads and see their thoughts or memories or whatever. There was one where we got role-swapped, I ended up a Familiar for a while. Then I got changed to my old kid self, that one was weird. There's been a bunch where we had to fight things over the years. Monsters, or each other, or each other as monsters..."

He's barely skirted the surface, honestly. A lot's happened.
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[personal profile] elsecall 2025-12-22 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
— Don't mind her casual horror as he marches through his descriptions. Although, really, nothing sounds quite as terrible to her as that first option. Others' heads? Memories? Fine enough, but then the implication that hers might also be on display...!

No thanks.

"I wonder if I've made a grave mistake."
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oh hai you chose heads so you get this one that will probably be homeless forever

[personal profile] cutebutmean 2025-12-23 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
*it was bad enough she had no idea where the hell she was. Couple that with it being downright cold af and not New York City where her actual warm clothes were and she's grumpy as hell, at least glad for some warmth from this cold in the middle of this weird dream realm. Why couldn't she wake up already? God damn it*

*at least one of the tents had given her something to bundle up in, but huddling by the fire she was half fiddling with this weird relic thing that looked like an old game boy that she might have taken apart once upon a time*

*the question makes her glance up, purple hair falling over one eye as she blinks at........is that one of the turtles? The fuck when did they get so old?*

Hell no; this dream SUCKS. When do we wake up already?
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ripperoni, Kendra

[personal profile] grabaslice 2025-12-23 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Leonardo needs a moment to take in the fact this is Kendra. He barely can recognize her at this point. She had grown into someone else with time.

Not the first time he's seen a teenaged version of someone he knew. It's a trend in his life here so far.
]

Sorry, kid, this isn't a dream. Thirteen foxnapped you. Kind of her whole deal.
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yeets her into the void

[personal profile] cutebutmean 2025-12-23 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
*that's because you're OLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLD you old maaaaaaaan*

*and you know, surviving the wars*

*she grimaces and pulls the coat around her more, obviously unhappy about the whole ordeal*

Oh please, that whole 'your whole potential' crap was real?
grabaslice: (Conversational/Frown/Debate)

[personal profile] grabaslice 2025-12-23 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
Yeeep. [He's casual as can be, given the whole... situation here.] Thirteen seems pretty set on making people work for it.

Just be ready for emotional conversations and having to face your own problems. You can't get out of that.
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[personal profile] cutebutmean 2025-12-23 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
*she scrunches up her face and shakes her head*

I don't DO that sort of thing.
grabaslice: (Pleased/proud/fond)

[personal profile] grabaslice 2025-12-23 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
Well, now you do. Hopefully you'll learn to cope. [He's a little amused now.]
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[personal profile] cutebutmean 2025-12-23 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
*she frowns and sighs*

This is bullshit - I didn't ask for this. I was sleeping at home!
grabaslice: (Heh/A chucklefuck/Amused)

[personal profile] grabaslice 2025-12-23 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
No one really asks for it, yet, here we are. [He makes a wide gesture at their surrounding with a hand.] Isn't a hard way to live, though. Us talking is making both of us money.
cutebutmean: (Default)

[personal profile] cutebutmean 2025-12-23 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Ugh, this sucks...

*though she quirks a brow at him* What are you talking about? Money is money - not words and air.
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Bucky Barnes | Marvel Cinematic Universe | Familiar/Current Character

[personal profile] buckybbarnes 2025-12-23 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
A - Not Much Of A Firefighter

[Bucky was supposed to be figuring out who he was. And he was trying to do that, he really was.

But who he was also happened to be someone who was actually really, really good at violence. So the talk of a school that was all about combat had his attention, even if on some level he felt as though he didn't necessarily want that.

But goddamn that was a bigass fire.

He honestly didn't feel like a fire this big was supposed to just be...burning like this. And yet he couldn't tell that anyone seemed all that particular about it, as he stood close enough to feel the heat but without seeing anyone else who looked as worried as he felt they should be.

...he also remembered after a few minutes why standing near fire while having a metal limb that fastened through his torso wasn't the most comfortable, which sent him scurrying back away from it in a matter of minutes, grimacing a little at the sensation.

Which led to him standing just outside the proffered heat of the blaze, shaking out his metal arm, which did seem to have slightly singed the edge of the shirt he was wearing. Yikes, that looked as though it had to be uncomfortable.
]

B - More Just A Regular Fighter

[He had found the fighting pits, and thus far seemed to be more than holding his own. He'd already gone through several opponents, seemingly without effort, and looked as though he simply didn't know why he was going through with the battles.

By this point, he was standing outside the pit, grimacing a little, but looking around, either for his next opponent, or for something else entirely, it was hard to say.
]

C - Clothes? Clothes

[Eventually, he wanders his way to a warm tent, after someone finally noticed that he didn't seem particularly well dressed for the weather. Despite his protests that he was fine, he didn't put up much of a fight as he was herded into said tent.]

...what do you mean a “winter makeover?” [he was asking, clearly bewildered.] I keep telling you all, the cold is not a concern to me. I can ignore it.

[Someone's going to have to convince the cyborg in shirt sleeves that a coat wouldn't kill him.]

D - Wildcard

[Have at it, hit up the wild man with anything you want!]

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