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Spring TDM


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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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Spring in Temba and Sh'Ka
Spring is a wonderful time where the world wakes up and plants come back to life and animals return from hibernation or migration. Which means the cities are coming back to life. All over both there are young shoots slowly reaching to the sky, enjoying the light and promising to be lush and lovely in the future. Those with sharp eyes will see small creatures that look like dancing mushrooms or spear armed berries. They are shy around new people, though, and likely will seek somewhere to hide awya from those who look for them.

There are also frequent rain showers out of sunny skies. The rain is warm and refreshing in a way that surely can't be usual. This won't remain true, as the farther into spring it gets, the more the gentle rains becomes rare. And those rare rains are heavier and sharper perhaps. Like the storms don't like you. Fun, right?


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

When wandering though the city as a new arrival it would be wise to take care of where they walk. While there are plans in motion for repairing the roads and destroying the earthquake opened crevases and holes in the roads, they are not finished yet. There are also a good number of buildings that had already been heavily damaged from said earthquakes that spent the winter being undermined by freeze-thaw cycles. Better to be careful and perhaps avoid walking into places that don't look very stable. But the intact buildings have running water and electricity, so you'll probably be okay if you stick to those.

And yet, in spite of old damages, 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. Or perhaps you won't wander so far from the fountain and you'll find yourself in the Diner, or checking out the mostly intact and increasingly decorated space of the Hotel where many He Rows live. Or, if you wander a bit farther northeast you might run into...

Explore the Ships!
He Rows new and old can make use of the massive hangars in the northern part of Temba to access the equally large Glitter Food and Peanut Party. When He Rows are off the planet, these serve as their homes, their bases of operations, and their vessels all in one. Each He Row has a room assigned to them on their ship, one only they can access. There are also spaces for workshops and labs, for cooking and growing things, and even, shockingly enough, a large green space with trees, grasses, groundcovers, and even a large lake with sand leading on toward it. It shares a wall with the fake aquarium that makes up a wall of a bar like the Deep End. So it's a great place to go swimming provided you remember to wear something. All in all there is a massive ship to explore, and maybe you'll even meet your crewmates there.


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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Stu Macher 🔪 Scream (1996)

[personal profile] target_audience 2024-05-02 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)
a. the diner
This place wasn't half bad, once you had a few days to get used to the whole alien headfuck thing. So the stairs were a little tall, so was Stu, he'd take them two at a time anyway. So there were only, like, ten people in town, that was practically twice the population of Woodsboro. So there wasn't a good pizza delivery service...Stu stood in the middle of the kitchen, feeling like he was running out of options. He had already made a respectable disaster of the place, bowls dirtied and mostly mysterious liquids spilled, and none of the ingredients that he was finding in the building were coming together as anything that he would call a pizza. He glanced around, not for the first time, for the phone on the wall that would solve this problem with just a few buttons and a twenty, while idly juggling the large kitchen knife he still held in one hand. Where it wasn't smeared with his attempts at making dough, it glinted dangerously with every flip, like it was winking at the tender, thin skin between his dancing fingers. In his desperation, Stu's only recourse was to catch it one final time, handle fisted in both hands, and jab it dramatically into his gut with a grunt and bared teeth. He moaned, his tongue lolling and eyes bulging as his head fell back, and he swayed there in the perfect portrait of despair.

b. the network//video
It takes a minute for the camera to focus on the round figure in the middle of a lush tangle of spring flowers. It is close, and only the scale of the lingering raindrops clinging to new green leaves betray just how small the creature is. It is still, like it is assessing the camera as much as it is being observed. Eventually, from off screen, a voice slightly muffled from being prone on the ground to get this perfect shot, narrates in hushed reverence, "After decades of humiliation, their image twisted into lurid cartoons for Fruity Pebbles, and their brethren ruthlessly shredded to gore for a morning smoothie, the blueberry is finally prepared to fight back. In his natural habitat, he is watchful, and patient. A solitary creature, this hunt will not be easy, and he will have to be cunning to be able to eat before nightfall."

The Barry does seem to be listening, but it is slowly slanting to the side, confused by this noise. Eventually, it taps its stick on the ground, and Stu has to explain, "Like the greater blue booby, it uses sound to trick insects to the surface. That tapping is like Usher for worms." A nature documentary is always going to be boring, though, so he can't be too disappointed when no worms burst out of the dirt, and instead the Barry starts to wander away. The camera shakes and is mostly a smear and blurs as Stu tries to quickly crawl after it on his elbows.
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Diner (a mess in his diner? I have to be there)

[personal profile] doubled_speed 2024-05-02 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Okay, one, that better be a prop knife because wow is blood so not allowed in my kitchen. But tell me if it's not because then I have to haul your ass to the hospital. Also, two, what the actual fuck did you do to my kitchen? No fucking way Radley left it like this and just about everyone knows to clean up after themselves."

Yes. Tommy was walking into a disaster with a whole crate of harvested fruit that he intended to turn into fruit leather. Why do you ask? Oh, come in? No way he was seen coming in. There was just a gust of air through the door and an unimpressed looking dude with snow white hair putting a heavy crate down. Too bad he didn't come before the stab show. He could have prevented that.

Now he just has to worry about first aid.
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[personal profile] target_audience 2024-05-02 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
There hadn't been anyone here to witness Stu's compelling performance a second ago. Thrilled that his talents hadn't gone to waste, he lit up immediately, forgetting that he was supposed to be dead and grinning with a giggle, then flourish of the knife, still unbloodied and only leaving behind a streak of powdery flour on his shirt where the blade had been laid along his side. The smile was gone as quickly as it appeared for Stu's face to transform into a look of intense regret and concern, so he could acknowledge, "This is your kitchen? I didn't think it belonged to anyone, not a person, anyway, that's a whole restaurant out there. Mea culp-ea, dude. Hey, just checking, have you ever heard of a lock? There's some real crazies out there." He was grinning again then, this time manic and flinty as he twirled the knife again.
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[personal profile] doubled_speed 2024-05-02 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah. Drama kid. Which is weird. Dude looks really jock. But whatever. No stereotypes really ever fit. Move on.

"It's mine in that the diner is mine. Anyone can make use of it, but the understanding is cleaning up after yourself. Which is part of why we don't lock it. Lost a lot of jam that way. These are for fruit leather and jam to make up for it."

As for crazies, he's not by the crate anymore. He's got a wet wash cloth and is wiping up some mess.

"Oh trust me, I'm definitely not worried about anyone who could be considered 'crazy'. If I wasn't afraid of the dude that maybe summoned eldritch beings, or the half-assassin catgirl, or the literal vampires, I'm not really concerned."
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[personal profile] target_audience 2024-05-02 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
If it didn't actually matter who was in the kitchen, Stu wasn't sure what claim this misguided businessman was making over it, and looked around with wide, attentive eyes and an enthusiastic nod for all of these things that belonged to the man and no one else, except for when they were using them. Which Stu was, right now, but before he could explain that he had to announced, "Sounds more like it was mined. Mine-duh. For the jam. Get it?" He didn't need any sign of understanding to break into a laugh, which seemed to effect his whole body, drawing his arms up to tuck the knife against his chest carelessly.

It bled out of him when he finally caught up with where the guy actually was, making him blink a few times then trail after him, close enough that the knife could have sliced his nose as Stu waved it illustratively at him. "Oh, tough guy ovah he-ah," he giggled. "Nuttin is a concoin to him, nuh-uh, not even yous vampoirs."
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[personal profile] doubled_speed 2024-05-03 01:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Really?" Tommy asks, and he looks unimpressed. But his fingers have caught the blade, pinching it between his fingers and holding it easily away from his nose. Steely grip there.

"You've seen too many movies if you think that's what we sound like. It's almost shitty New York cop."
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[personal profile] target_audience 2024-05-03 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
This guy must have been real tough if he thought he was convincing Stu that he was a true New York gangster suddenly, and Stu couldn't let that casual 'we' go by without a snicker like it was an outrageously fun joke, dainty hand in front of his wide grin like he had any chance of concealing that he was laughing at this big, important man. "I haven't seen enough movies," he countered. "Those things rot your brain. My ears haven't even leaked all day. What is it really like then, huh? Just a bunch of stand-up businessmen, nothing to see here? Scary."
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[personal profile] doubled_speed 2024-05-04 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course he didn't think he was convincing someone of that. Why would he think that? Geez.

"There's all sorts, but yeah, more than you get here. There's only, like, thirty of us. That isn't even enough to cover some apartment buildings in the city."
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[personal profile] target_audience 2024-05-04 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Now they were both lost. Stu stared at him dumbly, not sure what the guy was trying to tell him now, until he ventured, "With...blood...?"
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[personal profile] doubled_speed 2024-05-05 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"What?" Tommy asks, looking so confused. "No, I'm saying there isn't a ton of variation. We have a whole clutch of people from one small town in Indiana. Also, blood? What the hell? Why go there?"
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[personal profile] target_audience 2024-05-05 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Variation...?" Stu repeated, trying valiantly to make the story beats connect and the overwhelming failure was clear on his face. What he could leap into with confidence, and with his whole body engaged again, yanking the knife down out of the man's hold so he could illustrate with both hands, "Look, man, you came in here talking about blood and telling me you're some kind of gangster, I'm not the weird one, I'm just a guy trying to make some pizza. I've never even been to Indiana, I don't deserve to get Close Encountered, or Sleepwalkered. I'm not even a virgin."
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[personal profile] doubled_speed 2024-05-06 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Didn't say I was a gangster. I said don't get blood on my kitchen. It's hell to sterilize and Billy will insist that I do. As for the 'gangster' I was saying people from Jersey, in general, don't sound like gangsters or crooked cops. And if you wanted pizza just say so. Geez. I'll get the brick oven warmed up."

Virgin. Tommy laughs. Doesn't even explain why. Doesn't feel he needs to. Because fuck man, barely anyone here over the age of 18 seemed to be a virgin. Tommy had bets that it was basically a zero sum game in that area.
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[personal profile] target_audience 2024-05-07 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
That was too much information at once for Stu to try to address, and he blinked a few times to try to decide which compelled him more, shaking his head as he did so they both knew that this had been an unreasonable expectation of him. The man did make it a little easier on him, by very rapidly dashing his hope that the offer for pizza had actually been serious with that weird laugh. The obvious most important thing, then: "Billy's telling you what to do?"

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[personal profile] the_freak 2024-05-02 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
The viewer laughs, and looks properly entertained by the small scale nature documentary.

"What, are you doing a David Attenborough?" he guesses. Really, Stu could have done almost anything, they didn't have a lot going to media entertainment apart from what Eddie's managed to scrounge up. Hell, he'd kill for some boring docu-series. Anything.
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[personal profile] target_audience 2024-05-02 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
The shaking and cracking of twigs stops, with the camera askew and quickly losing sight of its target while Stu tries to figure out this device. Pointing and shooting was the easy part. The Barry ducks under a log while Stu answers, "I don't know if I would do him. Depends on how big his tits are," so he has to hurry back into motion to try to capture it again.
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[personal profile] the_freak 2024-05-02 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
That earns Stu another laugh, rolling his eyes and snorting. "Can't say they were ever big enough to draw my attention during any of his docs."

He watches the Barry and wonders if it is trying to flee or just going about its day. "You need a camera man, dude. Then you don't need to split your focus."
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[personal profile] target_audience 2024-05-03 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Unfortunately, this is an independent operation, outsider art, like," Stu explains, and has the subject of his important documentary to focus on to justify why it takes him so long to come up with a proper example. Even then, as he's nudging at the log with one finger and sending a cascade of beetles running, the best he has is, "Man Bites Dog, like. The cast is the crew is the subject."
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[personal profile] the_freak 2024-05-03 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Man Bites Dog?" It was a reference well beyond Eddie's time, and gave a confused look, though he could gather the gist of it from Stu's explanation.

"You sound like you've been in my stash," he teased with a laugh.
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[personal profile] target_audience 2024-05-03 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"You've got to watch more movies, man," Stu instructed, "Browse the racks, don't be afraid to pick up something that looks a little freaky." Like this worm that Stu has found, fat and wet and unbothered by the log it squatted under being shoved away. He pans the camera over it lovingly, before it darts from side to side, remembering that he was supposed to be following something else. "What stash?" it finally occurs to him to ask.
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[personal profile] the_freak 2024-05-03 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"What, like Cannibal Holocaust?" It was the freakiest sort of movie he could think of off the top of his head. Sparked a whole lot of controversy, and all but impossible to find in Hawkins.

"Pot," he laughed. God, if this was the guy sober he probably didn't wanna be giving him anything.
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[personal profile] target_audience 2024-05-04 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Exactly," Stu brightened, glad to have found a fellow connoisseur, though his experience seemed limited. "It's hard finding a crew that is willing to be eaten for their art. That's why the interview involves letting me bite them. So far, no takers, I'm out here on my own, in the shit. No one says 'pot' anymore. Are you a cop? You have to tell me if you're a cop. I've never eaten anyone."
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[personal profile] the_freak 2024-05-04 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, that's uh-...a level of devotion most people would call crazy."

Eddie snorted at that. "Jesus Christ, no," he laughed, "I'm not a cop. What do they call it where you're from then, smart ass?"
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[personal profile] target_audience 2024-05-04 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Weed, dumbass," Stu shot back. "Dank. The ganj. You know, stuff that makes sense and doesn't make you think about your grandpa hotboxing his horse and carriage."
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[personal profile] the_freak 2024-05-04 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
"You're kinda weird, you know that? I like weird. I've got weed. Got a lot of shit, mostly alien stuff, so still not sure how safe it is, but-" he shrugged. That was true of most drugs anyways.

"Where'd your subject get off to? Did I ruin the end of the documentary?"
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[personal profile] target_audience 2024-05-04 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
"My English teacher says I'm unique, and that makes me special," Stu agreed dopily. They would have to revisit this offer of alien stuff when Stu knew he wasn't being entrapped, and no one else was listening. Instead, he panned the camera around again, prompting, "Do you see him? You owe me, man, that was my Oscar or Pulitzer or whatever, now I've just got this guy." The camera focused back on the worm, still unbothered and unmoving until Stu's hand reached into frame again to pluck it up from one end. Turns out, it had legs, about a million of them, all flailing desperately as Stu twisted it in the air.

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