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WINTER 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!

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Explore the city!

Here's a map 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. What used to be stores or places to live in lies in ruins, but there may still be something to scavenge among the rubble. Do you want to risk a swim in the flooded area that has turned into a deep lake that has yet to be fully explored; or does it draw you to some of the more prominent and partially restored buildings, such as the hotel, the hospital or the amphitheater.

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.

Visit the spaceships!

That's right, there are currently several small spaceships grounded in the hangar - Or what remains of them. It's painfully obvious that these ships have crash-landed not too long ago and were taken back to the hangar for repairs. You were assigned to one of them and its doors will open for you and let you enter if you wish. (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 as neither of them look as if they will be leaving anytime soon that doesn't really matter either way.

Maybe look around anyway. Or try your hand at some repairs?

Try the network!

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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The name's an interesting one. There's no familiarity in it, that much is obvious as Cerryl maintains a polite but otherwise neutral expression as he nods. "My name is Cerryl. And no, I haven't. But if those here are all brought from afar, then I wonder that I'd be more or less troubled by the thought if this place were crowded with them."

He sighs. The whole matter is quite the headache, and a lot to take in now that he's got confirmation from an actual person and not...a suspicious sphere.

"But the rest is true then? We were brought here to fix things, somehow? What was that about storms?"

Loki nods at the name he is being provided with by the other man, then offers a little nod to his question.

"It is, indeed, true. Out hosts, the Agrii, dwell in a ship in the planet's orbit to remain safe from the storms while we, their chosen heroes are working on taking care of them. Them, and the sorry state this place has been left in." He gestures around them, at the ruins of what were once large structures.

Cerryl barely manages to hold back another sigh at that. "Makes one wonder what sort of storms these are if they won't even..." He pauses as the words sink in, his brow furrowing.

"...wait, what do you mean by planet's orbit..?"

The Asgardian simply looks at Cerryl for a moment, then points a single finger up into the sky. Up to where somewhere around this planet a large space ship remains invisible to the eye.

Maybe this man isn't familiar with space ships. It happens.

That really is no help. Yet the mage has read that legends say the Black Angels originally came from beyond the heavens. He doesn't even try to disguise his confusion as he follows Loki's gesture up towards the skies and then looks back at the Asgardian, brows arching with the unspoken prompt for further explanation.

No, that look of confusion isn't a promising one and Loki responds by inclining his head a little and raising a single brow.

"Your home planet. What do you call it?"

The mage frowns. "If you mean the land I come from, it's called Candar. The only ships anywhere are those that travel on sea." Not a method of travel he's very fond of either, but that's hardly relevant at the moment.

"No, I meant your planet." Loki answers and opens both his hands before him with a small flourish, creating a simple, yet detailed enough miniature illusion of a rotating Earth complete with its one moon around it.

He leaves the illusion in mid-air, observing the reaction.

It's the sudden appearance of a spherical map in the air that startles him, and Cerryl steps back a moment as he stares. "Is..." That's no chaos magery he's ever seen before, unless... "Is this some kind of illusion?" He reaches out as though to touch the thing, watching his fingers pass through it before nodding. Illusions aren't an impossible thing, but not his area of expertise.

"This is a map then. So...you mean the world. Should there be a name to it?" He's trying to process the landmasses, the obvious ocean- that's a lot of water. Maps are something he's well familiar with, having been tasked to make them before, but this is something else entirely. "This isn't any place I'm familiar with," he feels the need to add as he frowns.

"It is an illusion, indeed." Loki confirms, idly interlacing the fingers of his hands again in front of him. "Not much of a map, however. Just what- One of the planets from my home galaxy looks like when viewed from outer space. It's rather common for beings to have a name for their home world."

Though apparently this man comes from a place where people have not yet figured out that they don't live on a disc. Very well.

The Asgardian puts on a smile. "This unfamiliarity will be a consistent experience for you during your stay here, I am quite certain of that already. Just rest assured that, for the most part, this planet is not out to harm us. At least... Until the storms hit."

The more he learns, the more there seems to have to be learned yet. But then Cerryl had learned long ago that it would always be a process, and that no amount of questions answered would ever satisfy for all the questions that came up in turn.

He's relieved to put the matter aside as the other man seems to at least take his strangeness to the concept of other worlds in stride. Still, his words are no reassurance. Already Cerryl feels more than out of his element. "Well, that's wonderful," he says, making it sound exactly the opposite. "I'm not very fond of storms in general, but you make it sound like the ones here are especially malicious."

Loki just shrugs, making it a point to sound nonchalant when he replies. "To some more than to others." Unfortunately he's not immune to these storms, but that isn't something the Asgardian is going to willingly admit. Others are very welcome to assume they have no effect on Asgardians such as himself.

"I hear the storms cause hallucinations. And affect the powers of certain beings brought here." He offers as further information.

That still doesn't sound very promising. The white mage frowns. The expression only deepens when Loki goes on. Being prone to headaches during any rainfall and worse, hearing that these particular storms can do potentially more is troubling indeed.

And affect the powers of certain beings brought here. That particularly sounds terrible. "....darkness," Cerryl finally sighs. "The expectations for us seem quite high."

"Darkness?" Loki repeats, eyebrow raised. He doesn't actively inquire about it, however.

Instead, he nods, then gestures around. "Oh. Merely rebuilding an entire city and figuring out what is murdering our hosts. All in a day of a regular he row."

Cerryl forestalls any pressing for explanations with a wave of a hand. He has a feeling it would be a headache just trying to explain even if he wanted to.

Loki is given a flat look at that. The mage hardly considers himself a 'he row'. He sighs, feeling there's no sense in restraining one. This is far beyond anything he'd ever thought he'd have to deal with. "...well, at the very least I do have some experience in rebuilding cities, although not necessarily to this degree."

"I try to think of it as a worthwhile project with additional entertainment." The Asgardian offers with an innocent shrug. "It does get dull back on Asgard from time to time either way." Just a little additional musing, which quickly turns into a smile again.

"It will be good to have that experience here. Not many others can claim as much."

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