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FALL TEST DRIVE MEME

FALL TEST DRIVE MEME
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Welcome to the Current Test Drive for The Revival Project!

This game is a spin-off from the closed The Drift Fleet game. For more information about the game, including more details on the setting, please check out the FAQ here or the premise here.

A thread on the TDM will be required for all applications. Please view the FAQ for information about how this works. Any questions about the game please direct to the comment section of the FAQ as well.

If you are a Drift Fleet alumni bringing your character from the game, please label your character as 'DFAU' on your top level. Also, keep in mind you have complete flexibility on how your character comes here. They could be taken before endgame, after endgame, two years after, one year before, etc. It's up to you! If you want to completely restart your character, they're not considered DFAU anymore and won't need the label.

So go! Explore Agra 10! And, as always, HAVE FUN!

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Fall in Temba and Sh'Ka

Fall is a season that, in temperate climates like that of Temba and Sh'Ka leads to great changes in the land. Of course in both cities that change is often peeking out amid the occasional dustings or drifts of volcanic ash, but with each of the light fall rains, it's almost as if the memories of the eruption that ended the summer are being washed away. Each city, though, has its own new challenges to face.

Temba seems almost peaceful, breathing out a sigh of relief after its near destruction. Just southeast of the city one finds signs of the damage in greater evidence. The recent lava flows have taken out large stretches of vegetation, replacing them with fresh volcanic rock left bare at the surface. In some places there's even residual heat given off, especially closer to the volcano that now rests as an unending reminder of what was nearly lost. Meanwhile in the city itself the plants that would normally provide a natural abundance outside of the domain of the greenhouse seem to offer scant pickings, perhaps a result of the intense heat of the summer.

Meanwhile in Sh'Ka fall proves to be a threat, though in a new way this year than in any before. The danger derives from the Blood Vines near the train station. Apparently ash-rich soil only feeds the vampiric plant, and its spines are larger than ever as its vines lie hidden under the mounds of ash, ready for any unsuspecting prey.

Explore ~~the city~~ Temba!

Here's a map of Temba and a bit more description of some of the buildings here.

Despite having been protected from being destroyed by the volcano itself and unlike Sh'Ka not having been buried in vast amopunts of ash, Temba still suffered notable damage from the earthquakes that came with the volcano's eruption. Previously restored buildings were damaged and others entirely caved in on themselves leaving them beyond any hope for restoration. The streets and paths are even worse to traverse than they used to be but for what it's worth water and electricity are still working. Most of the time.

Needless to say, exploring is more risky these days as buildings may still cave in without warning and seemingly solid roads may crack open to drop anunsuspecting wanderer into underground caves left behind by the quakes.

And yet the city can still be explored. If you are lucky, you might even stumble over The Deep End, the bar located on one of the mid-levels of the tower residences in one of the residence towers. Unfortunately no bright neon signs can lead you there, but it does exist.

Now what's happening with the hangar?!

A while ago, the ships vanished from the hangar and as of now no one can say why exactly that happened. Now your character may snotice that the map still indicates a hangar, but going there has them walk straight into- A force field? And a massive one at that. It's notably larger than the hangar building used to be and by no means translucent. Instead, your character will see a reflection of the city around. Or much rather the rubble and empty area around the location. What's going on here? Do you investigate the strange case of the missing space ships and now also missing hangar?

Try the network!

The network is back up! Upon arrival, your character will have on their person a small, handheld communications device. Maybe they know exactly how to use a computer, smartphone, or tablet, and immediately blast out a text or video trying to figure out what's going on. Or maybe they're not so tech-savvy after all, and everyone is about to get a lovely shot right up your character's left nostril.

There be storms...

These power-altering storms keep ravaging parts of the planet every once in a while. No one truly knows where they come from or what to do about them yet, but one of them appears to be approaching. You have the option to find shelter in one of the buildings to wait for it to pass. Unless, of course, you rather feel drawn to investigate.

Should you step inside the storm, or even get lost in it, it will show ghosts of people you know and those you don't. It drains you of any super-human abilities and tries its best to keep you from getting to its origin. Are you going to try anyways? Or are you going to chase the whispers of people from your past? Maybe you will simply find yourself calling for help or stumble across another lost soul in need of assistance.

More information can be found here.

Wildcard!

You're welcome to use any previous test drive scenarios or previous game events as a basis for a thread/situation, or simply make up your own! Keep in mind that you're currently stranded on a planet with only basic necessities, but there is enough food and fresh water. Creature comforts, however, seem to be distinctly lacking. Quite unlike a gathering of potentially dangerous creatures to encounter. The setting is yours to explore and have fun with!

✧ Premise ✧ FAQ ✧ Rules ✧ Test Drive ✧ Taken ✧ Reserves ✧ Application ✧
✧ Map ✧ Devices & Network ✧ Data Points ✧ Ships ✧ Flora ✧ Fauna ✧ Supply Requests ✧ Calendar ✧
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"So I'm older than you." No, that's not how that works, but Max is mostly joking, amused. From physical view they look to be around the same age.

"Thousands...." Max's eyes widen to that as she considers how much music that can hold. It's barely an amount she can conceive. The closest she can imagine is a radio studio, but it's in a tiny little box.

"Yeah. You have to show me."

"Yeah, you're a grandma." He grinned. "But you look really good for your age." He was absolutely teasing and/or joking, but- it was nice to joke around with someone who was close to his age, even if they were from different times and different worlds--he assumed, at least, that they were from different worlds.

"Technology is really cool. I hope, after all this is over, you get to get your own MP3 player some day." But also he was already thinking about dreaming one for her, because she seemed nice and he frequently felt inclined to do things for nice people. The only problem was the actual music part, since he wasn't acquainted with 80s songs and he didn't know what sort of music she was into. He'd have to mull it over for a while.

"Wait- was there internet in the 80s? Oh, man, you're missing out on so much cool shit. I mean, I guess we've got something like internet here but not really." And unfortunately, the internet wasn't something he could replicate or dream.

"What do you mean? I look amazing for my age," Max teases back. Possibly different worlds, but Max hasn't considered that yet.

The music part be a little rough, yes. But maybe Max should be exposed to some new stuff from later anyway. Could be a whole new experience.

"No, no internet, either." Beat. "What is that?" It might have existed at the time, but exposure was very limited, enough Max just sort of stares at Kavinsky, confused.

"What do we have here that's like that?"

He couldn't help but laugh. "Truth."

Kavinsky was maybe not the best person to take music recommendations from, but that also depended on the person in question, he supposed.

"It's-" Oh no. He was realizing he wasn't exactly sure how to describe or explain the internet to someone who wasn't already familiar. "It's like- I dunno how it actually works, but it hosts websites and more or less everything you could imagine, and you can talk to people around the world or play video games with your friend down the street. It's just full of information and fun shit like music and movies and-" don't say porn, don't say porn "-whatever your heart desires."

He tilted his head thoughtfully. "We've got a network here, that lets people communicate with like, text and video posts and stuff. So it's similar but not the same at all."

Max only prefers certain types of music, after all, so that is probably true.

She isn't sure how many of his words she even understands - website? - but Max does understand one thing. Video games also get an uplift in the future!

"What kind of video games?" Pause. "But what happens to arcades? Do they have internet for the games?" She used to like going to the arcade, getting out of that house for a time.

"Oh, that. I'm still trying to figure how to use it. My friend called me, though."

"Like, every kind of video game? My friends usually play these shooter kind of games together. But I'm pretty sure if you can imagine co-op in a game, it exists." He just didn't play a whole lot of video games himself, so he wasn't super knowledgeable about it.

"And arcades are still around. Pinball machines, claw machines, the whole nine yards. They're kind of retro now but they're cool. Don't know if any of those use the internet, though." He hadn't exactly asked about it.

Nodding, he added. "You'll get the hang of it. It's a little tricky cause, uh, the Agrii call things weird shit sometimes. I could help sometime, if you need it."

Her eyes widen at the thought of it. Her other friends might be into games more, but she still likes the ones she does, and this fascinates Max. She prefers playing one player games, though, something she can zone out on. As long as those are available, she's good with it.

"Too bad I can't actually see any of this internet stuff." He's lucky this isn't two years ago or she would be sarcastic about it. She actually believes him, though. Kavinsky seems genuine.

"Can you show me now?" She figured put a couple of things, but was still not sure about some of it.

"Yeah. I'd show you if I could, but-" but that was out of his hands. "Cause the internet's pretty great, and I don't know what I'd do without it sometimes." Mostly because he highly enjoyed Googling random shit. It broadened his horizons, so to speak.

He would be incredibly touched to know anyone thought he seemed genuine. So much of who he was was posturing and rumors and the tough front he usually put up. But right now, he was relaxed and much closer to his true self than usual. All it took was someone being nice to him.

"'Course."

He pulled his own network device out, pocketing his flashlight for now to free his hands. Patience wasn't normally his strong suit, but he was surprisingly patient while he went over the various functions and how to use them, in addition to what they did. He didn't even mind if he had to repeat or rephrase certain things.

Later on, Max would really to Google things as well. Or at least ask an entity that can't judge a whole lot of questions about trauma.

At least with Max, she can see through tough acts and posturing. If Kavinsky ever falls on that after she gets to know him, she will just call him out on it.

Luckily for them both, Max was pretty clever and picked most of it up, quickly. Some of it seemed intuitive, once she knew what was for what.

She shrugged at the end of the explanation.

"It's not that hard."

That was part of the beauty of Google; not being judged for whatever shit you looked up. And besides that, Kavinsky genuinely enjoyed learning new things, even if it was, for all intents and purposes, 'useless' information.

"Exactly." Kavinsky smiled. "I've got the utmost confidence in you." To, you know, figure out or understand the technical stuff. "And I'm glad I could help."

"You always do this? Just go around helping random strangers?" Not that they're strangers anymore, not exactly. They've exchanged some light, personal information at this point.

"Nope. You're special." There were a lot of rumors about Kavinsky, back home, and he definitely had a reputation, but it wasn't as helpful.

"I wouldn't consider you a stranger, though. We might not be friends yet, but we're definitely acquaintances." And that was more than good enough for him when it came to helping someone out.

At least here, there are no rumors Max is aware of. She rolls her eyes to Kavinsky's special comment.

To the rest, she smiles and poses, "But are we strange acquaintances or friendly acquaintances?"

"Friendly." The answer is immediate. "Cause you seem really nice and-" he shrugged. "If you don't get sick of me, I could see us hanging out."

He could also see getting accused of being a bad influence or something--maybe not by Max, but by others. The worst part was, that wouldn't even be wrong. Sometimes he did make an effort to corrupt people. But only sometimes. He was feeling a smidge protective, in this case.

No, Max isn't going to accuse him of anything. So far, Kavinsky's been nothing but decent, and helped her.

"I'm not nice," she assures him with a chuckle. "I could definitely see us hanging, though." Just her way of saying she doesn't think she's going to get sick of him.

"Could've fooled me. How would you describe yourself, then?" He was still pretty sure she was nice. Nicer than a lot of other people he'd met, anyway. He also appreciated the implication that she wouldn't get sick of him. But really, only time would tell on that one.

"My 'people I'd hang out with' list is super short right now. It's like, you and this talking echidna." Which he knew sounded sort of batshit, but he didn't think there was a way to make it not sound batshit. "Not counting my girl." Because, of course, he'd hang out with Blue.

"Let's see," Max's eyes roll up as she lists her traits on one hand, "Sarcastic, angry and a little bit of a jerk," she mostly smiles when says all of that, even if it's not untrue, she's not completely serious. Mostly.

"But you just caught me when I was lost, and confused, so I'm vulnerable right now. That's all."

She nods her head. "Yeah, your list of friends is pretty small. You should work on that. What's a echidna, anyway?"

"Yeah, you sound exactly like my kind of person. Especially 'cause you're also nice, actually."

He couldn't help but laugh at the next bit though. "Oh man, don't say that. I'm-" he actually stopped for a moment to consider things, because he wasn't sure. "I don't know if I have a reputation for taking advantage of people in vulnerable positions but I don't want one, either."

"Yeah, I'm trying." It didn't help that he could be prickly and off-putting, but. He did what he could to make friends. "Echidnas are- uh- I think they're from Australia. Animals, of course. Except this guy isn't typical animal sized."

"Don't insult me!" Max says like she's wounded by this, then laughs about it. He'll find out, she can, also, be rather prickly. There just wasn't any reason to be, at the moment.

Max looks baffled for a second, then laughs with wide eyes and shakes her head.

"Well, you won't be getting a reputation. I'm not going to tell anyone if you don't. I don't want to have to admit I was lost and confused."

Another moment while she just listens and incorporates the information to memory. Yeah, this is totally new. "So...is he really big, or really small?"

He couldn't help but laugh, too; it was infectious. "Don't worry, I'm very transparent with my insults." Most of the time, anyway.

"Good. Cause you're only like, what, fourteen?" It was equal parts that he couldn't tell and was joking. "Most people are lost and confused when they get here, but I'm not telling anyone, either."

He considered that for a moment. "Well, echidnas are naturally small, I think. And he was like...not small. I don't know, we only talked over the network. Can't really tell when you're looking at someone on a screen."

"I would prefer to be insulted directly instead of indirectly. Just remember that."

She rolls her eyes, then assures Kavinsky, "Fifteen," as if that makes a huge difference. "Besides, you have a future girlfriend. No room for scandal."

Max's curiosity honestly grows more in relation to the echidna.

"What's his name? If he can talk, he's got a name, right?"

"I will remember that." He couldn't imagine, right now anyway, actually insulting her, though.

"Uh-huh." He was still grinning. Fifteen wasn't that much different than fourteen, really. "And yeah; you're right." Not that he hadn't been involved in scandals before, but- not here. No one here knew about them--except for Blue--and he'd like to keep it that way, to an extent.

"Of course, he has a name. Pretty sure he said it was Knuckles. Which, yeah, not traditional, but in terms of being badass? It's pretty high up there."

"You better," comes the non-threat threat.

She can read into that tone, and rolls her eyes again, but she remains smiling.

"Well, nothing happened. So no scandal."

There's more laughter. "Knuckles? I guess it's okay, but it's no Kavinsky or Max."

"I have a pretty good memory. Don't sweat it."

He was eighteen; he felt like he was old enough to consider her even more of a kid than he was. Which also made him feel a bit more protective, oddly enough. He knew most people could take care of themselves and he didn't plan on coddling her or anything, but. It didn't mean he wouldn't keep an eye on her when he could.

"Yeah. I try not to judge someone's name, but. Like- back home, my best friend's name is Prokopenko, and I've always thought that was pretty nice." He thought a lot of things about Proko were nice, but he was still mostly in denial about it.

Max wouldn't want to know what to do with coddling, but a little more protectiveness couldn't hurt.

Her eyes widen.

"That's a name I would want to shorten," she points out. Proko very much would likely be what she would end up calling him. "I guess names aren't something we always have a say in. Knuckles, though, that's a name to live up to."

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