Summer Test Drive Meme!

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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!

Thread ideas:

- Explore the city! There's a map here and a bit more description of some of the buildings here. Most of the buildings are run down and have clearly been abandoned for years; fortunately, the water treatment center appears to be working, but power is intermittent and unreliable. The hotel seems to be the most crowded, but you might want into what appears to be an abandoned storefront and find someone else scavenging or even sleeping.

- There are spaceships! That's right, there are currently several small spaceships grounded in the hangar. They appear to have power, but only one ship will let you enter. (For test drive purposes, the ship that will let you enter is up to you, so just pick whichever name appeals, and go for it!) The other ships won't open for you, but it might be worth poking around the one that will...

- Do you hear a storm? A giant, power-altering storm has been ravaging part of the planet for a month. It shows 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? More information can be found here.

- Can you hear me now? 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.

- 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...



code bases by tricklet

Comments

Andy/The Old Guard

[makhomai]

ooc: huehuehue but also for real this is a test

Spaceships, but it's the pit stop event, deal
This time might have been the one. She hasn't been here before.
The floor looked like it should have been colder. It definitely treated Andy that way. She slowly pushed herself up, trying to feel her way into recognition, but it wasn't coming. It was hot in here, in this--boat? Aircraft? Whatever it was, it was sealed, no draft, no obvious escape, and no movement on the air that told her anyone was nearby.

Whoever put her here was stupid enough to leave the axe. On her feet, still listening and careful not to make any noise, she worked it incrementally from her back then let the head thud onto the floor, sending the vibration through the hull. Still nothing. Except--

The door disengaged and slid open, followed immediately by the whistling sing of metal in the air as the blade of the axe sliced and lodged into the bulkhead.


Can you hear me now?
[She can manage a text, eventually. Wait for her to type, okay? And figure out how to open the message. The old kind was easier.]

One of us is going to die.

Spaceships

[wearingthestars]

An axe flying through the air was probably right up there with the last things Billy expected to encounter on returning to the ship, and he yelped in surprise, reflexively throwing up a magical shield.

"Woah! Hey-" he tried to calm, showing his palms.

[makhomai]

Not going to work. Andy wrenched the axe out of its sparking housing and jabbed the handle as it flung free toward the knees of this jailer. What the fuck was that? Something stopping her from cutting his head off, anyway. She slammed two more times against it in quick succession, walking him back and out onto the--sand, ocean nearby, tropical hot, humid, near the equator, probably an island. She brought the axe back up with a growl to swing down hard toward his head.

[wearingthestars]

Fuck! Billy scrambled back and out, half stumbling in the sand, and he pushed the magic to strengthen that barrier with wide eyes that squeezed shut fearfully.

"Wh-! Stop!," he panted, "Stop. I'm not- I didn't bring you here-"

[makhomai]

This thing wasn't budging. The axe had never bounced off of something like that. This fight was going to have to come from behind. With only the briefest flicker of a question in her eye, Andy used the momentum from the axe flying back to spin herself to the side and drop low, kicking a leg out to take the guy out at the ankles. "Try again," she suggested. First person she saw, knew she was brought, that was more than Andy knew. Asshole couldn't even lie right. Couldn't be alone.

[wearingthestars]

"Wh- ow- !" Billy crumpled with the kick, that magic briefly dispersing as he swore. This kind of fighting really wasn't his strong point, and whoever this was, she was a hell of lot better at it than most people.

"Elsewhere," he panted, and he seemed to disappear in a flash of blue, reappearing a few feet down the beach palm raised again.

"I don't want to fight-"

[makhomai]

With a growl, Andy lurched up to grab the guy by the hair and bash him repeatedly into the nearest rock, only to grab at nothing, eyes widening, and head jerking in the direction of the movement up the beach. Either whatever had knocked her out in the first place hadn't quite worn off yet, or something was really wrong. For the time being, she accused, "What kind of pimple on Hades' left nut are you?" as she drew herself up to her full height again, axe leaned at her side and touched to the sand, fingers a loose, ready hold around the grip.

[wearingthestars]

Breathing heavily, Billy arched a brow at the creative use of language.

"Uh...I'm Billy. Hi." He offered a tired wave, sitting heavily in the sand. "I'm not what brought you here- they took me too- They took all of us. You clearly have some uh...some skills they think will help."

[makhomai]

So Billy just stuck around, doing whatever 'they' wanted of him. Sounded stupid, whether it was a another bad lie or the truth. Andy was prepared to announce this as her cue for departure, only to narrow her eyes, risking a glance around without keeping Billy pinned down, and eventually asking, "Who's 'us'?" If the rest of the team were here somewhere, she still had work to do.

[text]

[deal_me_in]

not it

Re: [text]

[makhomai]

[A millennium later]

I will find you.

[text]

[deal_me_in]

what were we talking about again

[makhomai]

[She's getting the hang of it, the message window wasn't closed this time.]

You, dying.

[deal_me_in]

were we

pretty sure id remember that conversation

anyway pass

been there done that

[makhomai]

Is that what this is about?

I can keep killing you. I've got all the time in the world.

[deal_me_in]

you need a hobby then

i dont even know you

was it a gambling table

vengeance for someone or other

im sure im on a lot of lists so if this is personal you better explain which one so i can get my ducks straight

Spaceships!

[beholding_archivist]

First, there is the sound of an axe hitting metal and the protest of said metal as it is being cut into.

Then, there is a moment of silence.

Finally, there is the panicked scream of the Archivist once he realizes how narrowly his face has escaped a very direct encounter with that very same axe.

"Wah-AAAAhh!! Wha- What's going one here?!"

Re: Spaceships!

[makhomai]

The axe remained, suspended in its deep cut into the ship, and instead a hand darted out of the door to grab Jon by the collar of his shirt and haul him up off of his feet. Inside the ship, he crashed onto his back on the ground, something very heavy dropped ruthlessly onto his chest, and he was slammed across the face to knock his head back against the metal again.

Above him, a woman stared coldly, knee digging into his ribs to hold him down and grip still on his shirt, fist drawn back and ready for another punch to shatter his nose if there wasn't a very fruitful discussion forthcoming. "Who are you?" she demanded.

[beholding_archivist]

Being grabbed isn't exactly the sort of response Jon has expected and if anyone were to ask him, he will point out that his yelp of surprise is very justified as he gets pulled into the ship. Hitting the metal floor is a painful way to relieve his lungs of the air they hold and his head receiving an extra hit to the floor leaves Jon stunned for a moment.

He remotely registers the weight on his chest while trying to blink himself back into consciousness, producing a pained groan while reaching for the back of his head, Jon grimaces, vaguely making out a shape above him. The shape comes into focus along with a question delivered by a voice he is entirely unfamiliar with. And seeing that the owner of said voice is about to punch him again? He is quick to try and bring his hands up defensively while trying to stammer a response.

"J-J-Jon-Jonathan Sims- J-Jon! Th-the Archivist- I-I- Please!"

[makhomai]

At first, the only move Andy made was a feint, just enough to get this Archivist to flinch, knuckles cracking as her fist tightened. A flinch was telling, he really didn't know what kind of fight he had signed up for if he flinched. It was only another beat before she decided this answer was deliberately obfuscating the point, what the fuck was she supposed to infer from Archivist?, and hit him again anyway for the trouble. It was a quick snap to the mouth; maybe he if tasted blood, he would figure out what the stakes were. "Who do you work for?" she tried again, with angelic patience for this Minotaur's nipple.

[beholding_archivist]

"Ack!! Yes, the punch hurts. Though Jon can already feel that the little wound at the back of his head has healed up and as he grimaces up at the woman, his split lip heals up just the same.

She probably won't like that. She believes hitting people is the right way to get them to talk.

The Archivist's expression shifts from a grimace of pain into a frown and then a stubborn little pout and he fixes her with his stare, one hand wrapping around the wrist still holding the front of his shirt. It's not a grip meant or able to prevent her from backing off.

"Stop it!" Jon commands, those two simple words wrapped tightly into his compulsion and meant to lock her in place. If this doesn't work on her, he might have an actual problem.

[makhomai]

It was in that frozen moment that Andy could watch with clarity how the skin of the Archivist's lip knits back together so much like Book's whenever she popped him in the mouth for trying her patience. She had to watch, stuck like that, eyes darting and muscles starting to ache already, on the precipice with too much adrenaline. Balance took so much more movement than she had realized. Why the fuck was she listening to this asshole? "I never dreamed of you," she growled, as though this trick wasn't enough to prove he was something else.

[beholding_archivist]

Good Lord, it works. At least as long as Jon can maintain his focus.

"Who are you?" Jon asks next, his words pointedly controlled to compel that information out of her. His following question however, lacks any compulsion. "And can you please stop hitting me?" It's more of a request and he does open the hand he had closed around her wrist to show that he mans no harm.

Though he also won't be able to keep her from moving for very much longer. He just doesn't have that energy at the moment.

Spaceships

[myinspiration]

He'd seen these spaceships before. He remembers Agra 10 and the heroes trying to rebuild. The Crystal Exarch hasn't been around in a while and he can't remember how he left the first time or why. A puzzle piece that will most likely be left up to anyone's best guess. For him, he was back probably because he hadn't really done much to help.

This time around he'll try his best to be helpful. There has to come a time where he must fight. The Crystal Exarch wasn't expecting a fight quite so quickly.

The axe lodging itself into the bulkhead startled him to the point of immediately grabbing hold of his staff from behind him.

"By the twelve..."

The Crystal Exarch holds it out in front of him and it starts to glow a bright white light. The staff splits and shifts into a sword and shield that's still glowing that bright white.

"I would like to not cause any more destruction to the ships." He doesn't know if it'll be possible. But he doesn't want to tempt fate in that way.

"Would you be interested in talking over your demands?" The Crystal Exarch could talk to the owner of the axe he wasn't exactly afraid. If anything his stance is waiting, with the shield down at his side along with the sword.

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[doubled_speed]

[Enjoy a response within milliseconds. Don't think too hard about it. He's just amazing.]

I mean, that's always possible. But it's never nice.