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Welcome to the Fall Test Drive for The Revival Project!

For those who do not know, this game is a spin-off from the closed The Drift Fleet game. For more information about what this game is about, please check out the FAQ here or the premise here.

Starting on the 7th, 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, please label your character as 'DFAU' on your top level so we know. 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! The only option not allowed is to completely restart your character (because then it's not DFAU, is it?)

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

Please use either the first event or the previous TDM for prompt ideas!

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Julian's eyes narrow slightly. Garak is from ahead of him then.

"How much further are you ahead of me then? Happy to see you've made it further at least," he adds the last bit as a slight joke. One never knows with Garak what kind of mysterious circumstances surround him at any given time.

"Of course--although unfortunately there isn't too much to show as of yet." He begins to walk and talk, leading Garak first to where he came from. "I do wish I knew where Agra 10 was in the scope of the universe. I suppose it would lay to rest concerns of rescue, one way or the other." It's something Julian has thought about and considered-- never getting rescued. The thought is a bit dismal but truly, if a place ever needed a doctor, it was here. Deep Space Nine has nothing on here in terms of "frontier medicine".

Julian guides them back towards the white buildings he emerged from.

"Soon to be your favorite place to spend time--I'm attempting to get the clinic up and running again," with a hint of a smirk.

Garak's brow goes up, eyes lifting upwards. He ponders for a moment on whether or not to answer truthfully, then decides perhaps it won't do that much harm that he does.

"Around two years, I would say," he nods, leaving it at that for now. "We have all made it further, I should add. That's always fortunate when we live in such uncertain times."

He follows the doctor down the street, keeping his steps in pace with Julian's, letting him lead the way since he is the one who knows this place. Garak, for one, might as well look completely lost here, if not for his ease to blend into new places.

"My dear doctor, if that ever becomes my favorite place, it will be solely for your undoubtedly frequent presence there," he points out with a smile, tilting his head towards Julian. "Our circumstances as of late haven't allowed us our lunches together quite as often, and I have to admit I've missed them. Not that I think this place will offer much reprieve in that aspect, but... maybe we can still find a way to spend time together."

His eyes widen--he's not sure what he expected but two years seems like such a long time when it involves someone he's as friendly with as Garak. He'll have to ponder on that more later.

Julian's smirk softens and he can feel a tugging in his chest. Such a sincere sentiment from someone so well known for his lies--it's touching in a way he's certain only Garak can manage. But the slight smile diminishes at the thought that things get to the point where he doesn't have a lot of time for their usual meetups. He shouldn't worry about that right now though--they're here together, even if it's on a strange planet without their usual living conditions.

"I would like that very much." He tries not to think about how it all is a little less complicated off of Deep Space Nine because he would very much like to get back home as soon as possible. He leads Garak past the office building towards the hotel.

"Over here is a building that seems to have some comm system infrastructure in it but no much work has been done on it yet. Over there," he points at a large building that seems to be a multistory greenhouse. "is where people have started setting up food crops. We'll have to see if any of it is safe for Cardassians. That will be a lot easier once we get the laboratory equipment in the infirmary up and running." He looks back at Garak apologetically.

Two years can be a long time, especially with everything that's happened. There is plenty that Julian hasn't lived through yet, and a bit that Garak himself has learned that Julian has no idea about. It's best not to go into details, though. Not just because he wants to spare Julian the headache, but because it might just be that he'll never deal with any of it. One can never know when there's a supposedly infinite number of realities out there.

"Then we'll make it happen," Garak says resolutely, as though one little destroyed planet won't postpone their plans. Not this time, he decides.

He looks each way Julian points out to him, nodding faintly. "Naturally," he tips his head. "If the food is safe for you, then it should be perfectly safe for me as well, but I will defer to your expertise. But do tell me, Doctor, in the midst of all this, you are finding the time to rest, I expect?"

He's not unfamiliar with the notion of Julian working himself to the ground, in fact no one back at the station would be a stranger to that. It doesn't hurt to be sure.

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He grins with Garak's confirmation. If he's going to be stuck on an abandoned, destroyed planet, having his conversation partner around will make things tolerable. More than tolerable. Not to mention interesting. He has a feeling Garak won't be able to afford to just pass off that he's a simple tailor in these conditions. No, it will be fascinating to see what surprise abilities Garak has.

"Yes theoretically it should be but I would hate to lose a debate partner to an off piece of fruit," he teases. "It'll be important for you to tell me if you don't feel right while we're here."

He leads Garak to a large multistory building before answering that question.

"Yes, I have been between trying to get the infirmary up and running," he replies though not meeting Garak's eyes. He's trying to get it working as fast as possible before it's urgently needed.

"This appears to be an old hotel. The people that have been brought here have generally been claiming rooms as their own as places to sleep. They appear to be safe from whatever animals may be lurking at least." And this is why Julian selected a room a few floors up.

Yes, Garak too has a feeling he won't be able to take on such an unassuming role while here. There is much to be done, and there is no government to serve as a basis, no Starfleet to help with the reconstruction efforts. He can't afford to just sit back and wait for things to get done around him. He will need to take part in it too.

"Oh, very well," he agrees with a sigh. "I do think you're exaggerating, but I'll be sure to come to you if there's ever something wrong with me."

At the very least so far this hasn't been too difficult to manage. It's not too dry, nor too cold. It's quieter than back at the station too, and the light he can easily avoid. Whatever amount of discomfort he feels right now is not much different from back on DS9, and he's learned to cope there.

His gaze lingers on Julian when he all but dismisses him, but decides to let the matter go for now. He can come back to it at a later date. It'll give him time to watch Julian and see whether he's looking after himself properly.

Instead he looks up the height of the building and nods. "Particularly the higher we are. Is this where you are staying, as well? What floor have you picked?"

"I want to take as few chances as possible and seeing as we're likely not to have a working laboratory prior to you needing to eat, I'm relying on you to tell me when something is wrong."

Julian still doesn't trust Garak to do that--Funny how he's come to trust Garak in ways that he probably shouldn't but he knows he definitely can't trust him with matters concerning his health. He'll keep a close eye on the Cardassian.

"Precisely my thoughts when I arrived as well. I'm staying on the 7th floor, near one of the stairwells." In case a hasty exit is warranted. Not that anything has occurred yet to make him believe it'll be needed but...well. Just in case.

Garak just nods at that, smiling passively. Julian's already all too familiar with how Garak is with regards to his own health, so he'll spare him the lie that he will absolutely tell him whenever he's not feeling right. But anything too serious he will try to come to Julian, lest the doctor worries himself sick and Garak ends up giving him even more trouble and headaches.

"That's quite high, indeed," he comments. Particularly high with no working elevators, even. "But I suppose something like that should make for plenty of exercise every day. I will have to look and see what I can find that's minimally decent."

Julian appreciates that they're at the point in their relationship when Garak doesn't always feel the need to outright lie to his face. Especially regarding something that he knows enough about, like his stubbornness.

He looks a bit sheepish. He wasn't exactly expecting his middle-aged friend to be here else he might have chosen a room on a floor lower down.

"We could always move down a couple of floors. I don't exactly have many personal affects where I'm sleeping now so I'm not particularly attached."

"Nonsense! I'm sure you chose that floor for a good reason. Besides, we are not obligated to occupy rooms on the same floor."

But when he chooses a room it will be because of the condition of the room itself, and yes, maybe because of how close it might be to Julian's, but never will his age factor in because he's not some old man, thank you very much.

"I will see what I find that's suitable for me. If then you wish to move closer, I won't object."

"Well then, I would suggest a north facing window--that seems to be where the planet's suns spend most of their time in terms of heat. Although perhaps we could find something to block off the actual light from coming in."

Julian walks into the run-down hotel immediately heading towards a corner of the lobby where at least there are intact stairs that he climbs up to the seventh floor, making sure Garak is right behind him. "There really isn't much in the way of proper bedding by any means but there have been scraps people have found to use. We'll see what we can do about scrounging up something for you."

"But how can you tell where north is?" Garak hasn't found a compass yet, so he's genuinely curious to know whether there's a way to determine something like that. He dips his head, smiling. "Provided it's thick enough, it should suffice."

He follows behind Julian, uncharacteristically quiet while Julian fills the silence, his smile growing softer the higher they get. He masks it with a hum, settling on his usual expression as they reach the landing of one of the lower floors. "Thank you, Doctor. But please, you needn't waste your time on me, I'm sure I can figure out the best sort of arrangement for me. You must have so much to worry about already. I would be loathe to be another burden."

Julian taps the tricorder.

"That is, of course, making the bold assumption that magnets are still guided by the same laws of physics as we're used to." Bold indeed.

He doesn't pay much mind to Garak's silence, secretly worrying that Garak is actually out of breath and is saving it for climbing. When Garak speaks, Julian turns, actually a bit surprised to find that Garak is in fact not out of breath.

"Oh, it's no trouble at all. Truthfully, I needed a change of pace. I hate that you're in this situation at all, but I can't say I'm disappointed to have my favorite debate partner around."

"A bold assumption indeed, but given that you are Starfleet, that comes more naturally to you," he jabs playfully, cheeky smile and all.

The steps are a little higher than what Garak is used to. Any other day it would give him a nice insight about their hosts, but at the moment he simply complains inwardly about the added effort, but it's still not enough to really tire him.

"Nor am I that I found you here," he answers with a tilt of his head. It's unfortunate that anyone has to be stuck here, but at least they're not alone, and there's Jadzia too. And yes, Garak is a little selfish when he admits that he would much rather have Julian around than anyone else.

He rolls his eyes good-naturedly. Any excuse to knock the Federation, Garak will take.

Julian smiles back at Garak. "I'm afraid our lunches are going to be a little different than usual--fresher food at the very least, and far less station gossip."

More like any excuse to tease Julian. He really isn't that against Starfleet. And besides, he has been working with them for quite a while now.

"The latter far more unfortunate than the former. I'm always curious to know what's going around the rumor mill, as you'd put it," he jokes. "But fresher ingredients might be a welcome change. Depending on what we're able to do with them. Tell me, doctor, do you know how to cook?"

"Yes, the rumor mill--gossip spread faster than fire on that station," he says with a fond smile. How long will it be until he can hear that inane nonsense again?

"To an extent--I'm much better with recipes in my hand than experimentation." The irony of which is not lost on him--he can discover cures at the biomolecular level starting with nothing but an ill patient and yet he can't throw two random things together and make them taste good.

They finally reach the seventh floor. It's decrepit like the other floors but it's even less cleaned up than the floors below. Julian hasn't had time to wipe off dust or move any of the debris yet.

"A fascinating social phenomenon. One can learn so much from gossip, too," he comments. Yes, even gossip about himself, which was at times abound. Maybe not quite so lively as of late, but still.

"Then I guess we'll have to try our luck and experiment instead," he nods. There are no restaurants here, after all, so they will have to cook their own meals. Thankfully Garak does know his way around.

He looks anything but pleased when they reach the seventh floor. Unsurprisingly, surely, and Julian likely wasn't expecting any differently. "Oh, this is just dreadful," he sighs, looking around briefly before he starts down the hallway. "It reminds me of the station when you first arrived. Except this is somehow even worse."

No, Julian absolutely wasn't expecting anything different as he sees the look on Garak's face. He dials his amusement back to a minimum. He knows Garak has survived far worse conditions than this, even if he doesn't talk about it. That of course doesn't mean he prefers it by any stretch, Julian imagines.

"Considering this place appears partially destroyed rather than having had to forcefully relocate its previous occupants, I'd have to agree with that assessment. The infrastructure at least appears strong." One of the reasons he even bothered going so high up--the floor didn't appear to be in any danger of collapsing.

It is hideous indeed, Garak's face doesn't begin to convey his distaste. And to think there was a time he spoke ill of the station's accommodations... truly, one only values what they have when they lose it.

"Oh, I should hope so. I would dread to wake up having fallen through the floor and landed myself in someone else's bed."

Go on. Tell him about the beds.

He chokes on a laugh before he can let it out.

"Garak, there are no beds." And of course he leads the other to the first room closest to the stairwell and opens the door.

Inside is as decrepit as the rest of the place but at least most of the extra pieces of wall and ceiling that were hanging around on the floor were cleared. Surfaces appear to have had the dust layer at least disturbed if not entirely removed. "Home sweet home."

Garak's eyes widen, jaw slack as his mouth parts in shock.

"I beg your pardon?"

But Julian opens the door to the first room, and sure enough, there it is. Or there it isn't, as it so happens. There is no bed to speak of. Furthermore, the room is decrepit, with little cracks on the walls, and the window looking like it might just blow out with strong enough wind.

"Oh, this is unbelievable. How do these Agrii expect us to live in such a place? We may as well be prisoners, with the conditions they provide us with."

Then again, they are prisoners, come to think of it.

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