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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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"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."

"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.

"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.

"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.

"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."

"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?"

"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."

"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?"

"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.

"Very supportive environment you've got there." Eddie's English teacher said he was- well... maybe it was better not repeated.

"I'm not sure they give Pulitzers for directing-" he started, fully and completely distracted when the worm thing's legs were revealed and- NOPE, nope. He dropped the device and was reluctant to look at the screen again when he fumbled to pick it back up. "Jesus Christ, what IS that? How are you touching that??"

"What d'you mean?" Stu asked, like he wasn't holding a fat, writhing blob of snot with a bajillion legs. "He's kind of cute." Mercifully, the shot became a smear again as Stu tried to reposition the camera, bringing it around to his face where he filled the frame with a manic grin, then turned to dangle the bug over his lolling tongue.

Eddie couldn't fully look away, peeking between his fingers and shaking his head.

"No. Na-na-na-na-na, no. Mm Mmm. No. I will turn you off-" he threatened, squinting anxiously at the screen.

There was a lot of giggling and camera shaking, leaving the fate of the worm and Stu's stomach a mystery until it finally settled again, watching the worm now back on the ground and inching as fast as its little legs could clearly carry it (not very) to get back into a dark, wet hiding place. "Nah," Stu was saying, "I couldn't do that to him, we're buds now. If anyone hurts him, I'll kill 'em myself."

Oh Jesus, fuck, thank you.

Seconds ago Eddie didn't think he would be so grateful to see that bug thing still alive, but apparently alive was marginally less traumatizing than the idea of watching this guy eat the thing.

"Well, shit, I'll watch where I step. Jesus, man. You scared the crap out of me."

The camera flipped around again for that too close, aslant shot of Stu's gleeful smile for him to enthuse, "Oscars, baby, here I come!" That kind of emotional reaction took a true auteur. Stu's grin was already falling, though, and he was looking away off screen, a pinch of concern and disgust starting to warp his face. "I think I'm a daddy," he whispered, the only warning before he was refocusing the camera on what used to be the worm. A tear had cracked through its undulating back, skin sloughing away to either side to reveal the writhing mass inside. No one creature had that many legs. Many, many creatures had a lot of legs together.

The laughter Stu earned was immediately cut off with a yelp, the screen tumbling as Eddie pushed it away as fast as possible.

"Jesus H Christ! What is that???" God, had those things been here this entire time??? Eddie shivered like he could feel them on him, and he brushed anxiously at his arms. "Nope. Not okay. Can't do it."

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