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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! the ships! And, as always, HAVE FUN!

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Arrival in Temba and Sh'Ka SPACE!

One might suggest that you are one of the lucky ones, new He Row. Instead of waking up after being unceremoniously dumped by an unseen force into a fountain in the middle of a city of ruins, you get to wake up on a nice stone bench by a fountain. In reach of your hand is a glowing orb you feel compelled to touch. When you do you learn of a place called Agra-10 which was once home to the Agrii and how they need your help. No doubt you'll soon learn the truth of how wrong the old message is, but for now it's what you have to work with. Well, that and a new place to explore.

The Green Under The Dome

Not far from the fountain one wanders into a strange sight: a massive open space with an even more massive clear dome far overhead. Beyond the limits of the dome the sky is dark (impressive given you have a perfect afternoon's worth of light to see by in here) and filled with streaks of light moving by at various speeds. Are those stars racing by? What does that mean for you? Is this something worth pondering or would your eyes rather be drawn to the natural space you've wandered into? There are trees and grasses stretching on, not to mention shrubs and other small plants. But there are also buildings of stone and some of glass and other things. What a weird place you've come to.

Follow along under the trees and you will find some paths worn between them. The view is almost picturesque enough to make one forget of the stars racing by above. Continue further and further into the, for lack of a better word, forest and at last it will start to give away to scrub grasses and irregular clumps of vegetation. Oh, and the purple sand that slopes down like a gentle beach into a lot of crystal clear water. That's a beach, right? But why is there a glass wall on the far side of the water? Why can you see the end of the water? And who set up the bonfire area nearby, complete with wood ready to burn?

Explore the Ships!

If the trees aren't tempting, there are more than a few buildings lining the Main Area of the ship. From public places like the greenhouse, livestock fields with glownies, a library, and even a diner like eating area on one end to The Deep End bar on the far side of the glass barrier at the end of the 'beach'. There are plenty of places to run into your new fellows. There are even two story buildings with unlocked first floors that open into customizable work spaces. Some serve as labs or medical facilities, others as forges or craft places depending upon who as claimed them, but the empty ones are free for the taking.

Then there are the harder to access areas. For instance one has to knock on doors on the second floors of buildings and hope for an answer rather than finding them just opening at a whim. This makes sense the first time someone does answer, because clearly visible past them will be a private room. A living space more specifically. Hopefully your fellow He Row wasn't too bothered by your arrival, otherwise you might have started off on an awkward foot.

Perhaps it's just better to double back through the main area and find other places to explore, like the training center or the hangar. Alas, you're too new to have access to Security or the Cockpit without somoen with access buzzing you in. Though maybe...

Try the network!

The network is another way to reach out ot people! 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. Do note, though, that all messages are attached to the character's actual name, so maybe someone will address them by it.

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 on a space ship so your options are slightly contained. But in that space the setting is yours to explore and have fun with!

 

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Samuel Halse | Summer Sons

[agiver]

[ooc: I'll gladly match format if you prefer prose!]

I. Through The Woods

[All in all, Sam thought he was handling this pretty well. Waking up with a stiff neck on a stone bench in space hadn't been on his bingo card for 'weird shit that was going to happen next' but neither had curses, and that sure had been the direction his life had taken before...this.

The stars overhead, on the other side of the dome, were breathtaking, but not quite the way he'd prefer to get a closer look at them. He usually had a pretty good view of the night sky at home, one of the few perks of being in the middle of nowhere. No neighbors to complain was the other. But the real issue was, looking up through the dome for too long had made him feel some sort of way he didn't appreciate. Small, maybe. Insignificant. Out of place.

So he was making his way through the trees, black-and-violet snapback pulled low over his eyes, like he was using the hat to help curb any urges to look up. It worked out well enough, and a moment later he'd emerged a few yards from...purple sand? A purple beach. He was a little surprised the water wasn't purple too, because why not?]

Huh.

[He nudged the bill of his hat up a bit, moving a little slower as he made his way to the edge of the sand. Hands on his hips, he took in the sight of it all, including the space that seemed to be set up for a bonfire.]

Who would've thought.

[His Southern accent was unmistakable this time, a thick drawl, while he scratched at his jaw, short nails rasping over stubble. Who would've thought there'd not only be grass and trees in...space? But a beach, too.]

II. Some Four Legged Friends

[As it turned out, being in space and having a purple beach were just the beginning of things, and Sam was just going to stop keeping track of everything unexpected that caught him by surprise. Just rolling with things as much as he could seemed like it'd be better for him overall. If he could handle all the spooky shit back home, he could handle this.

And he could handle the glownies he'd just come across. He had no idea what they were or what they were called, naturally, but neither of those things stopped him from detouring over to linger by one of the fences. Herd animals tended to be shy, so he was patient, turning his hat around backwards and not making any sudden movements as the glownies eyed him.

Eventually, one of them came over, and he leaned over the fence, lowering his hand to optimal sniffing height. He received a thorough snorting snuffle, which tickled more than anything, making him grin. The animal seemed alright enough with his presence, so he gave it a pat, then a careful rub between the ears. When he started to pull back, the glownie bumped his hand, and he might not have grown up around animals, but he knew a sign when he saw one.]

Oh, I see how it is. Alright, sweetheart.

[He couldn't help but chuckle, keeping his voice a low, soothing murmur so he wouldn't spook the glownie. Continued head rubs were well received, and he might end up being there for a bit.]

III. Food Stuffs

[Eventually, his wandering of the ship took him to the diner, which piqued his interest for what kinds of food would be available in a place like this. His interest stayed piqued right up until the moment he laid eyes on the food paste dispenser. His expression fell, gaze flicking to the beverage dispenser and then the glitter dispenser. Wait. The glitter dispenser? Sam eyed that one for a moment longer, but made absolutely no move towards it.

From the look of everything else in this place, he really would have thought there'd be real food, not paste. Maybe there was more, some other options. A man could hope, at least.

He didn't have any issues about poking around in the combined freezer-fridge, but it didn't yield anything better. His previous interest had become disappointment now.]

Well, at least I wasn't hungry just yet.

[He said it to no one in particular, if there even was anyone around--he hadn't been checking.]

IV. Network - text

alright
i got the rundown don't worry
though aliens didn't say why they need a mechanic
haven't seen a single car so far
just got a few questions
i'm a little fuzzy on the details of 'how' i'm here
and how picky are these aliens?
say i had company back home
what are the odds they're here too?

II.

[imjustaman]

[A low, pleasant chuckle was heard nearby. Someone else was with the Glownies as well. A tall man with long silver hair was stroking one, seeming very at peace and at home here. If he noticed Samuel, he hadn't given any indication of it. Still, despite how peaceful he looked now, he seemed to be someone with presence. He had likely noticed.]

[agiver]

[People tended to say that animals were a good judge of character, or at least dogs were, but Sam thought you could tell just as much about someone by how they treated animals. At the very least, he was glad, and a little amused, to see he wasn't the only one who hadn't been able to walk by these glowy animals.]

They got you too, huh?

[Though he spoke loud enough to be heard easily, he definitely wasn't shouting. He didn't want to spook the glownies, especially not when his seemed content to let him continue rubbing its head, and occasionally, gently, its ears.]

III

[3wingedangel]

((OOC: Hope you don't mind being tagged by two different Sephiroths! I had an idea for each of them and am also wanting to compare and contrast them a bit.))

Heh.

[Someone was there, someone who looked very similar to the man with the Glownies, but was different: shorter bangs and three blue wings. He smirked as he leaned against the wall with folded arms.]

Not interested in glitter casserole?

[agiver]

[ooc: I don't mind at all! I love Sephiroth in all forms, so this is a delight.]

[Sam had to do a double-take when he looked over, and it wasn't even because he parsed the similarities right away. It was because of the wings. That was a new one for him. He didn't say anything about them though; he couldn't figure out what question would be appropriate to start with.]

Glitter casserole sounds like a good way to shave a few years off.

[Since glitter tended to not be safe to consume. He didn't know if there was edible glitter here, and he didn't want to know. Because he still wouldn't want a glitter casserole.]

1 - Beach

[playingtough]

Sam isn't alone at the beach. There is someone else there who is on the water. Not swimming, no, surfing. Surfing in the afternoon light is Billy Hargrove, dressed in shorts and a tank top as he cruises the waves. There's no fear of anything with this water, since he knows there's no danger in it and...

Well, he's having fun.

He finally calls for a break and heads back onto the beach and pauses. That is definitely not his boyfriend and a stranger.

"...who the hell are you?"

[agiver]

While surfing wasn't an activity Sam would have considered right now, between the 'in space' thing and the fact that he'd never been to an ocean beach in his life, he had to admit it was impressive when someone pulled off the whole 'keep your balance and don't make a fool of yourself' part of it all. Seeing as how Tennessee wasn't known for its ocean views, he'd only ever been swimming in lakes, himself.

"That's an odd way to say hello," he drawled. "I could ask you the same."

Though what he really wanted was for someone to show him to the nearest exit that would take him back home.

"Just woke up here a little while ago." He gestured over his shoulder, towards the trees he'd come through. "Still getting my bearings."

IV. Network - text

[madginger]

mechanic - that might still come in handy for the spaceships.
still don't know how we're here, either.
As for the company, not great odds. Sometimes people from home show up, but haven't seen a case of two people showing up together, yet.

[agiver]

I'm not sure I'm equipped to handle working on spaceships
Seems a lot more complex than a pick-up truck or mini-van
Can't say I'd be opposed to getting my hands on something non-vital to take apart, though

Alright
Great
So wherever he is, he's probably on his own
Unsupervised
Could still be worse, I guess

Mario | The Super Mario Brothers Super Show

[leapinglasagna]

Exploring

A short plumber, probably familiar to at least some people there who know about Mario games back home, is wandering around in fascination. He's poking at everything, ducking into every building, looking at the wildlife (and just glad that for once, the animals aren't trying to attack him), and admiring the purple sand.

"Mama Mia, this place is amazing! I just wish Luigi and Toad and the Princess were here to see it!"

He speaks with a Brooklyn accent.

Diner

He's a lot less thrilled by the diner. He stares at the paste dispensers in utter horror and looks ready to gag on the idea of a glitter dispenser.

"Isn't there any real food here?! We'll all starve!"

Network

Hey, so this ship is one great place for the most part. We've gotta talk about what's going on in the diner! And I heard something about a ghost that was haunting the ship recently? Did that ever get cleared up? If Luigi shows up and there's some kinda ghost running around, he's not gonna be happy at all.

((OOC: Feel free to have characters know about Mario; he knows his adventures are famous! Just don't fourth-wall the actual Super Show, please!))

Diner - apologies in advance for him :P

[buildingitsir]

York isn't usually one for the diner - he doesn't need it. But he knows that he can get coffee in here for Reeve and since the guy isn't up yet, might as well be useful and get a cup for him while he was out of his resting cycle.

The teenager eyes Mario up and down with his own scowl of distrust. "What the hell do you mean 'real food'? It's all real. Organic material that doesn't look pretty but satisfies humans all the same. If you want a meal made you have to make it yourself or wait for Radley or Tommy to come by to make it for you if you're shit in the kitchen."

York will be York, lol.

[leapinglasagna]

Mario stares at this guy in disbelieving horror.

"Satisfies?! You're sayin' paste and glitter would satisfy any living, breathing human?!"

But then he calms down a lot at the next words. "There is normal food here?! Oh joy!" And he hurries around opening cupboards and the fridge looking for it. Mario is definitely good in the kitchen and won't need to wait!

Exploring

[madginger]

For a moment, Max just stares. She's played more than her fair share of arcade games to know who Mario is, but it's a whole other thing, watching the plumber walk around in front of her.

"Uh...are you lost?" she ends up asking, instead of, 'So...are you Mario, like the Mario?' That will come later.

Re: Exploring

[leapinglasagna]

"Yeah, I kinda am," Mario says, scratching his head. "But that's okay, because I wanna see everything! You haven't seen Luigi or the Princess around, have you?" He takes out a picture of all of them together from his wallet and shows it.

Ravus Nox Fleuret | FFXV (Episode Ignis AU)

[disarming_prince]

[OOC Note: I am taking Ravus from the Episode Ignis AU, but only at most days after the final boss battle. I will not be assuming much of what happens in the space between the end of that battle and the ten year time jump.]

Arrival

Many were the times in his life that Ravus experienced extreme and unexpected upheaval in his status quo. One might even answer to say that to attempt to name them all would be writing the plot of a tragic play. Whether he might be considered the hero or villain of said play would of course be up to interpretation. Yet no upheaval could be so unexpected as this, for before the end of the day, he always found that he was still on Eos, still bound to the fate of that corrupted star. Ever when he woke, he was a Noz Fleuret, and ever that meant something.

Here, as he sat alongside this fountain, he had to wonder what that name might matter. No longer was he Prince of a realm. No longer was he the brother and protector of the precious Oracle. No longer was he the whipping boy of Niflheim, trading his obedience for his sister's small measures of freedom.

But then was he still? Still orphaned before his eyes, and still blaming the king of another nation for the fall of his kingdom. Still recently aggrieved at the loss of his beloved sister. Still furious at the fates that the Astrals wove around them. Still desperate for revenge against Ardyn Izunia. No, Ardyn Lucis Caelum he supposed, now that he knew that truth. Still loathed by his people, and yet still the one they had no choice but to look through in the dark time that had started to set upon the world.

And of course, still crippled by his own foolishness.

That last thought had Ravus gritting his teeth in annoyance.

"Some great and powerful species this is. To kidnap me from my star and yet not powerful enough to save themselves? What a farce."

With an angry huff he rose, a motion that made his coat swirl around him and caused light to catch upon the polished metal of his right arm. His whole hand caught up a white sheathed blade and he glared as he looked around, seeking direction.

Green Dome

This, one could argue, was not logically possible. Not the concept of a ship moving through space, of course. Ravus had been on more than his fair share of vessels that defied the seemingly traditional rules of physics. Nor was he so concerned with the fact that the vessel he was upon was large enough to hold a space such as this bedomed area. Zegnautus Keep was more than sufficiently large for him to believe in the abilities of technology.

No, what stopped him with shock was the fact that as he stood here, he had no choice but to marvel at the sheer quanta of plant life. In many ways it reminds him of reminded him of the gardens of Tenebrea. Reminds him of home.

"But how without the sun do these plants grow?"

Which was not truly his only thought. No, what dominated his mind more was an observation.

'Lunafreya would have loved this.'

Exploration

There was far more to see upon these ships than he was used to. Perhaps his earlier comparison to Zegnautus Keep was more accurate than he had assumed. Even in the fountain room, he had at first believed that the ship was more like those airships used by the Niflheim armies. Instead, he found a place that never seemed to end, and yet also seemed to value form as much as function. There were places to grow foods. There was what looked like a classical forge. There was a bar. Who had a bar in their ships? He supposed if it came right down to it, if one were to travel between stars, they might wish for creature comforts. But these were beyond anything he could have imagined.

For now, his explorations took him far and wide. At one point, his head is popped into a Infirmary so that he might see what sort of medical skills might be offered. At other times he of course spent time in the bar considering the various unlabeled bottles, though not drinking of any of them. Still later he might be found in the training area going at a dummy with Alba Leonis. But in the long run, no matter where one might be on the ship, save of course for areas he could not access, sooner or later Ravus showed up.

After all, while curiosity might well have killed the cat, it was satisfaction which restored it. And if he was to be imprisoned here, he best well know the confines of this new prison.

Arrival

[faithfulsupport]

Ignis hadn't yet discovered where he was. He'd spoken to a person or two, but they were vague and disinterested in answering his queries about how to get back home at best. He had to get back, he quite simply had no time for games or whatever shenanigans were going on here at the moment.

All of this could wait.

Nida was counting on him to be home in time for supper, as they had anniversary planning to do. Rare it was for his husband to cook, but when the mood struck Ignis always politely and graciously stepped back to let Nida shine.

With a sigh, he decided he should head back the fountain from whence he came, and see if there was some sort of odd trick or quirk that he'd simply overlooked in his hurry to get home to his husband and the boy they looked at as theirs, Mono.

Walking a few more steps Ignis paused, seeing an old familiar sight. That metal arm he'd asked about long ago in Altissia and had fought against. Then there was that long whitish coat and the white hair. He was accidentally close enough to be heard as he spoke the other's name aloud, much in the same tone as he had during their first real meeting.

"Ravus."

[disarming_prince]

Now there was most decidedly a voice he had grown used to recently. The Tenebrean royal turned his attention to Ignis and met his gaze levelly. With no hatred or distaste. Just acknowledgement.

"No longer should I find your unexpected presence surprising, Scientia," he noted. They had crossed paths enough in Altissia, and then in the Keep, for Ravus to be used to it. No doubt that would become more common soon. "You seem to have recovered well enough."

Arrival

[darkshroudingcloud]

A young man with spiky hair, a red cloak, and a bat wing protruding from under said cloak is standing near enough to overhear that last comment, and he snorts in derisive agreement.

"Sounds about right."

[disarming_prince]

Well, at least whoever this stranger is who has approached him has the sense to know how correct Ravus is. No, truly, he looks... Well, it was not often one for rather to call someone's style a bit over the top, but from the look that he was giving Cloud, that was most definitely what he was thinking.

" I do not suppose you know someone named Prompto Argentum, do you?"

There was something familiar in the hairstyle.

Murderbot | The Murderbot Diaries

[ugh_emotions]

i. Arrival
The first thing the SecUnit did upon suddenly finding restarting next to a fucking fountain, and inexplicably touching a glowing orb that dumped an entire information packet into its system was, of course, panic.

(What the fuck was this? How the fuck was it here? And why the hell did it just...touch the glowy thing? Touching random glowy things is a stupid fucking security breech, and it fucking knows better! Fuck!)

The next thing it does is connect to the Feed, realise that not only is the Feed here extremely weird but that it's fucking name - it's actual name! - is listed its Feed profile, and panic again. It frantically changes the name, though it has to hack the damn system to do so (and there's some alerts in here, ones that are going to notify someone else of what it's done, but...it can't leave it's name there. Not out in public, where anyone can see it. It has to change it, potentially discovery be damned.)

There. Now its name is listed as the human name Rin, and it can stop panicking. Except no, it can't, because what the fucking fuck.

Now it just sits there on the bench, hands covering its face, as the one single drone it has circles around, scanning the area. The drone means that when someone else approaches, its know they're coming - and quickly stands up and spins to face them with a wild, panicked look on its face.

[[ooc: people with Comms who are monitoring the network for changes might notice Murderbot's hacking of its username there]]

ii. Investigations
It couldn't stay by the fountain freaking out forever. It...it needs data. It needs data on Unknown Ship's layout, on any potential threats and risks, on what the fuck was going on.

It needed to know how much of that data packet it could believe.

(Most of it was pretty unbelievable. The SecUnit would have discounted it entirely, if not for the fact that it didn't have any explanation for how it was even here in the first place.)

So, now it was making a methodical sweep through Unknown Ship. It made sure that its Act Like A Human code was running, to that to anyone looking it would appear to be a normal, if freaked out human. But its path was systematic and optimised to most effectively cover the area. Its one solitary drone flies ahead of it, sending its camera inputs back to the SecUnit to give warning of what was ahead.

The moment the SecUnit or the drone encounters anyone though, both will freeze.

ii.

[mysteryfreak]

Conan hears someone approaching and quickly fixes the wires he'd been messing with back into their cubby. He snaps a plastic cover back over them and looks up with a look of pure innocence. There is no way this seven year old boy could ever do anything he's not supposed to do. The oversized glasses help to sell the innocent look.

"You startled me!" He accuses the man, looking appropriately offended for a seven year old.

[ugh_emotions]

It relaxes upon realising that this isn't a hostile; it's just a small human.

"You're fucking with the ship," it says, looking at the panel both with its eyes and the drone.

(Should it care about that? Eh. It's not sure it should. After all, this isn't ART, or a Preservation ship; what does it care if the small human fucks with shit? Unless life support or whatever is connected to whatever's behind that panel. Then it should probably care.)

i

[work_wife]

Well would you look at that. There can be two people with panicked looks on their faces. Because Robin TOTALLY wasn't prepared to walk through the area and run int... Whoever this is. And damn there is nothing like deer in the headlight looks for prompting deer in the headlight looks. MOstly because it made her scared she'd walked in on something inappropriate.

Which, you know, don't be gross in public.

"Uh..."

Very eloquent.

II

[darkshroudingcloud]

The spiky-haired young man flicks the bat wing protruding from under his cloak when the guy freezes.

"Relax. Not like I'm going to hurt you. I'm trapped here same as you are."

II

[3wingedangel]

The silver-haired man with three blue wings is now awake, stretching his wings, and coming down the hall. He grunts, seeing both freeze.

"I am not a threat."