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WINTER TEST DRIVE MEME

WINTER 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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Winter in Temba and Sh'Ka

What says winter more than snow?

Lots of snow.

MORE snow.

Indeed. It's snowing. A lot. From one day to the next both Temba and Sh'Ka are covered in snow and especially in Temba these masses of snow may even collapse some of the more damaged buildings, so be careful where you seek shelter.

But the Agrii are trying to help and we all know nothing ever gets weird or wrong when the Agrii decide to help their He-Rows. Two small, vividly colored snowblower drones are doing their best to clear paths along the most used streets of Temba. It looks like one of the Agrii has used their years of observing frustrated He-Rows shovel and magically melt snow wisely. Unfortunately these little drones, despite being equipped with large googly eyes, don't really see what they are doing and while clearing out one street may end up blocking five others as well as the doors to buildings.

And if it isn't the snow itself or the little snow drones blocking you in, there are still the prevailing dangers left by the earthquake that are now well hidden under snow. Huge cracks in the ground are now perfectly camouflaged, so be mindful where you step. You may end up in an icy underground cavern without ever having meant to end up there.

In other areas the cold has a value for a time. The much diminished flood plain soon freezes over enough for skating, until it too ends up in a layer of snow. But that's more easily brushed aside so maybe you can do something with that? Or perhaps it's just better to stay inside, where there is heat and perhaps other people avoiding the heavy blanket that covers Temba.

Sh'Ka is also covered in snow as mentioned before, but it lacks the little snow-blowing helpers sent by the Agrii. So here the paths between places will have to be those you forge yourselves. At least Sh'Ka doesn't have the same issue with ice caverns just under the surface, or with buildings collapsing until the weight of winter's most predictable weather system.

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.

RETURN OF THE SHIPS!!

Yes, they are back. Though you may not be aware of it, the ships stored in the hangar have been gone for quite some time, but they have been returned very recently. In a way, at least. What used to be a group of nine smaller ships has become a very shipable pair of brand new, notably larger space vessels and you just may feel compelled to enter one of these two ships to take a look around. The glitter dispensers await you!

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!

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“Yeah, which I figure is why this is definitely not him. That and he clearly already lives in a fake world anyway.” Ha, ha ha. You know, because he thinks that tossing money around gives him the right to do what he does. “The devastating part is that whatever food is here won't be as good as Pop's.” Priorities.

“Have you seen anyone else from home? Because I haven't.”

"We need to get out of the snow before we think of food, Forsythe," she gently scolds, because, yes, priorities, Jughead! But the mild smile still lingering on her lips from the Hiram comment might give her away. She could go for a cherry milkshake about now, too.

His question lowers her spirits and Cheryl shakes her head. "No. We could really use my cousin's levelheaded cleverness about now."

Solemn, and not looking at Jughead she adds, "I thought I saw JJ." She shakes her head again, tears freezing in her eyelashes. It was just the storms. She doesn't want to explain that part. It almost felt like losing him all over again.

“I've done a lot of research, and the best time to consider food is always. But yeah, Betty would have a lot to say about this I'm sure.” Her comments and his make him flash a smile. Which fades as she mentions thinking she saw her brother.

Everyone in Riverdale High takes their shots at Cheryl — and yes, she makes it easy a lot of the time (which he'd assume to be some sort of not-entirely-helpful defense strategy or coping strategy on her part; he's used the same ones before) — calling her crazy or a bitch or both, but he's not really as eager to do so as the rest are. And yeah normally he loves taking potshots at 'ungodly wealthy and upper class' (see: dragging Hiram two seconds ago), but in the same way Veronica isn't responsible for decades of Hiram Lodge terror, Cheryl isn't at fault for generations of Blossom manipulations. Cheryl is a girl who grew up in shit situations, like he did, it's just that their shit situations look different. Doesn't mean they're not still shit. And losing a twin while most of the high school doubles down on calling you a crazy bitch who really has lost her mind this time after the fact is definitely only going to add to the shit, not to mention likely loneliness. And that's a person he can show empathy to. So no, he's not going to call her insane for thinking she saw her brother.

“I'm sorry. That's...” He trails off, not sure how to finish it at first. “Not fair.” To be taunted and haunted like that, he means.

Edited (typos!!!!!) 2023-12-12 21:27 (UTC)

"My cousin would take your side," Cheryl mutters, as though she's particularly bothered by this - she's not. She is, in fact, almost having a decent conversation to get through the cold.

Jughead isn't wrong - Cheryl lashed out in a bad form of coping, and she bullied so many people, and brought a lot of dislike on herself. She knows it, too. But it was, indeed, so lonely. And her situation hadn't been some glorious golden spoon, not with what her parents did to her. Maybe, despite their very different stations in life, they had more common than they ever thought to discuss. They both, after all, had to learn to get by on their own more than once, unable to rely on the adults in their lives.

He shows her unexpected kindness and empathy, and Cheryl feels something in her melt away, some of the hardened spots smooth out.

Cheryl reaches for Jughead's arm, and looks at him, pleading, "If you see the storms? Just stay away from them. Whatever you see in there? It's not real." Then she seems to get firm, but it's the kind of urgency born of desperation, not angry or cruelty, "You better not die on me, Jughead Jones. You're the only one from home I have on this forsaken planet!"

It's dramatic, yes, but it's Cheryl. And yes, she did call him Jughead that time.

“You just said it yourself — we're the only ones from home, so therefore me getting myself dead would blow the whole ‘No Serpent stands alone’ thing to absolute hell.” Last he remembers, Cheryl still has that red jacket, but the sentiment is the same no matter when she's from.

“Whatever you saw, it ... didn't say anything to you, right?” Weird question, but their lives are weird and apparently just got weirder. But if people see apparitions and get at least visually messed with, then other ways might be fair game too. He might have to figure out how to fight a fake ghost if one resembling her brother unloaded a bunch of harsh and untrue statements on her.

"That's why you won't do that to me," Cheryl again insists in that haughty tone of hers, determined and full of warning, but, from her, it might as well be a vow between serpents, something like kinship. One Cheryl found very surprising, but was now clinging to.

Jughead asks about the...vision? Ghost? Whatever she saw in the storm, and Cheryl's head lowers.

"It did. It spoke in JJs voice." Her own voice thickens with hurt and disgust. How dare they use JJ like that, against her. Whatever it was. "Told me to follow him." She shakes her head. It led nowhere good.

“That pretty much sums it up, yeah.” He nods slightly. “A side motivator is it sounds like if I did, you would kick my ass, and personally I like it unkicked.” He's only slightly teasing.

An unsettling attempt, but one clearly done by something that didn't do its homework very well. “First off - yikes. Secondly - I'm glad you're way too smart to fall for that horror story cliche.” Because, yeah, that doesn't sound like anything that ends well.

"You are most definitely correct," and that sounds like she doesn't even care if he dies - she will still kick his ass, she is that much a force to fear. Or Cheryl is that desperate not to lose the one person from home she knows here. One that is, in fact, being rather kind. Jughead, right then, feels like an anchor.

Cheryl's cheeks might be rosy from more than the cold.

"I wouldn't say that," she admits, eyes looking to the snow. "I ended up stuck in the storm, already in it before I realized, JJ would never ask that of me. I stayed in a shelter until the storm faded. It lasted for a while." She had been that vulnerable, that hopeful to see, touch and hear her brother again.

Oh yeah he's sure she means it either way - ass kicked alive, ass kicked dead, doesn't matter.

“But you did realize it, and found a place for shelter and stayed there, so I think that still counts. Not that I have experience getting sent to alien plants on a regular basis, obviously, but that's probably a lot more than a lot of other people could say for themselves in that situation.” He's just saying — and also, he would have been way more of a dumbass in that situation. “Were you on your way anywhere particular now, or just away from all of that?”

"I want to ensure you don't end up in the same situation," Cheryl points out to him. And if he is that kind of dumbass, then the warning is more than warranted to make sure he doesn't.

"I fled from that. Maybe find a cozy, warm building to defrost in. But everything around here looks decimated." She shakes her head at the ruins. None of them will do for getting out of the cold.

"We just need to find a building with lights. Or at least not in this condition." Some of them looked caved in by the snow.

That gets a quick laugh. “You know, I would maybe say that finding something that fits that criteria looks pretty close to impossible and we will have our work cut out for us, but — when the hell has that actually stopped any of us back home before?”

Never, that's exactly when. And they both know that very well.

"If Archie was here, the odds would be for our success even faster." Never. It has never stopped them. If anything, without the others, they will just be slower in figuring it out, but they still will.

"Light!" Cheryl's eyes widen as she dares to point to a building with some sort of budding hope.

"Come on." She reaches for Jughead's hand to tug him along. They can make new friends, hopefully, and might have to be parted for one reason or another, but otherwise, Cheryl is sticking by Jughead like he's her new bff.

“That looks more optimistic than anything we've seen so far.” Which is probably also an understatement. Silently, he wonders what is the bar for standards on an alien planet, anyway? But that can be filed under 'questions he probably doesn't want the answer to because it's a hot mess'.

“Fair warning, the first thing I'm doing is looking for where the snacks are stashed.” Because, obviously. He lets himself be tugged along by the hand, and will happily be a partner in crime and shenanigans on an alien planet with her whenever she wants one.

"I have no appetite, unfortunately, but you go right ahead," Cheryl assures Jughead. She can eat when she finally gets hungry, and probably doesn't want to watch someone else chow down. Her mood is clearly subdued, but the closer they get to the hotel, the more cheerful she seems to get.

As for a partner in crime, she definitely wants one.

“I could always bring you something small back that you can save for later? Even if later is really just tossing it in the trash.” It would at least in theory save her the trouble of later having to find the energy to go looking for it herself if she weren't really up to it then. Which would be understandable on a sudden arrival on an alien planet.

Alien planet, visages of dead family, the lack of the one family member left alive she doesn't despise (okay, she kind of likes Polly, and she adores the twins, but Betty really would be useful about now where the other three might not be), falling in snow covered holes, and being super cold and worried about Jughead since she took his one jacket. It's a lot for one day.

"Let us just get inside and," she rolls her eyes up, "we'll figure out sustenance division after," Cheryl settles for as she rushes to the first door she sees. It looks like some sort of hotel, probably not the kind she's used to, but it's out of the cold.

Out of the cold is the important part about the building they find themselves in, and glances around. Yeah, this will definitely work. “Also? Maybe if we're lucky, we used up all of our eventful circumstance slots for the rest of the week.” He's just saying — it'd be nice to have a chill rest of the week. Too much to ask for? Probably. Is that stopping him? No.

"Do we have an actual quota for that?" Cheryl asks, tone clear that she doubts there is no one. Stuff sort of just keeps happening to them.

She could almost admire the spirit of it, but if she sounds mildly annoyed, she's definitely feeling warmer already, and less concerned about their exposure to the elements.

Stuff DOES keep happening. It's rude.

“There is one when you try to delude yourself into thinking one exists, unless someone brings logic and reason into it.” None of that was delivered with a straight face at all, and instead with a face that looks two seconds away from laughing.

She turns to give Jughead a pointed stare at that quip.

"There is nothing logical or reasonable about the going-ons of Riverdale," Cheryl volleys right back, only to have her lips twitch in the corners after she says it.

He's good at getting that look from people. She's right, of course, in what she says, but if she thought that was the only quip he had, well —

“Really? I hadn't noticed. Seems totally full of those things to me.”

Her lips twitch, but continue to lift. They've never really had a chance to do this before, not just the two of them. At least, not outside of Cheryl just being difficult. This is different. Cheryl crosses her arms.

"You mean for everyone else? Or have you not been paying attention?"

It is different, but at least not a different he'd be complaining about.

“Yeah, I don't pay too much attention, clearly. Never, not once.” See, it's funny because he pays too much attention.

Cheryl, most certainly is not complaining. It feels easy, and she doesn't feel as irritated by the situation as she did earlier.

"This coming from you, The Voyeur?" because she's noticed him noticing. "Is everything you mean to say this conversation backwards, Jug-jug?"

“Ha. If anything's backwards it's not starting to look for useful shit or snacks, so I'll go do that and find you again after.” Now that they're definitely safely in a place where no one's going to freeze into an ice block.

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how?? did I give myself such a feels punch???

idk, but it was so good

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wrap as discussed so we can make room for more shenanigans 🥳