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Spring TDM

SPRING TEST DRIVE MEME
Application FAQ | Taken Characters | Reserves | Application
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
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
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!
Try the network!
There be storms...
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!
✧ Premise ✧ FAQ ✧ Rules ✧ Test Drive ✧ Taken ✧ Reserves ✧ Application ✧
✧ Map ✧ Devices & Network ✧ Data Points ✧ Ships ✧ Flora ✧ Fauna ✧ Supply Requests ✧ Calendar ✧
✧ Activity Check ✧ Player Plot Suggestion ✧ Player Contacts ✧ Player Permission Code ✧ Hiatus ✧ Drop ✧
✧ Navigation ✧
Stu Macher 🔪 Scream (1996)
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.
Diner (a mess in his diner? I have to be there)
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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"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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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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"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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"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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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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"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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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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"You sound like you've been in my stash," he teased with a laugh.
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"Pot," he laughed. God, if this was the guy sober he probably didn't wanna be giving him anything.
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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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"Where'd your subject get off to? Did I ruin the end of the documentary?"
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