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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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Sometimes you just need a drink. Echo had the same idea, only to cross paths with Cayde-6 on his way out and off to who-knows-where. All he was told in passing was to mind the bar before the Exo expertly jumped out a window on whim.

"...Of course there wouldn't be an answer," the ARC Trooper mutters to himself, shaking his head as he finally enters the bar itself.

He steps past the threshold in full gear, plastoid plates shifting, thus becoming the most recent distraction for Cara whether he's fully aware of it or not; after patrolling for a good hour or so, he's ready to just sit down and get a drink himself. Habit takes over from here as he looks over the floor, the black visor easily meeting Cara's gaze. "Huh."

There's a reason she's minding the bar: she can see everyone who comes through that door and when it's a trooper that walks through it, she feels absolutely justified in her paranoia. Had she a blaster on her hip, she might not have hesitated to shoot.

For half a second, she's torn between confrontation and slipping out in an attempt to gather a bit more information before making herself known. But even before she hesitated, it was too late. He'd already looked right at her - and there's no way to hide the tattoos that mark her allegiance now.

Without looking away from him, she sets the glass on the counter. Cara may be new in town but she has read enough to know that perhaps she shouldn't act first, especially not violently.

But she's not going to just ignore him either.

Perhaps he's sizing her up, trying to figure out who she is and why she's there. It's hard to tell with helmets; they hide the features of the wearer too well, masking any noteworthy expressions if recognition kicks in.

"You new here?" A question. One of the usual ones, slightly accented on the corners of the words that now hang in the air. The blaster Echo carries should have gone up in less than a second's worth of time. Instead, it stays rested in his arms, never changing from its position as he continues toward her. Toward the counter in general, since no one else is around at the moment. "Haven't seen you around before."

Each step he takes closer adds tension in the lines of her spine, shoulders. Being unarmed doesn't particularly bother her; she could crack the trooper's head open without much trouble, provided she got past the first blaster shot. But she is at a distinct disadvantage. She doesn't know the area. He might not be the only one and what she needs more than anything else is information.

"That's close enough," she says, dismissing his questions as she points to a chair at a table near the bar. "Put the blaster away and maybe we can talk."

Since he's so enamored of his questions, maybe she can use that.

Strangely enough, Echo does stop, rocking back on his heels a bit so that he can look over a shoulder and at the chair Cara has helpfully pointed out to him. He then looks back over at her.

The tension is palpable, familiar to the point where he can recognize that doing anything else may be seen as a clear threat to one's personal safety. Gloved fingers flex slightly around the barrel of the blaster, loosening the moment he takes a step back.

"...Alright." Another step back, and he takes a seat. The blaster is set down on the table, turning it away from her so that the nozzle faces the door, his palms open and held out in front of his body before letting them drop into his lap. "Any other requests?"

She hadn't actually expected him to go along with her demands and she had already been gearing up to force him into it. She watches him place the blaster in the most unthreatening way possible and finally - finally - takes a breath.

"Nope," she says as she takes her glass again. "I'm not stupid enough to start anything on a strange planet."

There's a slight tilt of his head as he considers what she says. "Well. I can't really argue that point. Especially when we have a unique set of circumstances tying us all together like this." He lightly gestures. "Any one of us stirs up trouble, everyone else will know. So I think it's safe to say it'll be civil from here on out."

Cara tilts her head in response to that. It's pretty much exactly what she's thinking. She's not stupid; this isn't just some spaceport that she could waltz right out of whenever she got tired of it.

So civility it is, until such a time as it dies a horrible death.

"Agreed." She takes a drink, then mutters, "never thought I'd see the day."

An awkward start is not so bad. And it hasn't gone horribly wrong, at least. So Echo will take what he gets.

He has to venture a guess, however, since he's seen this kind of wariness before. Also because he can't even get a drink just yet.

"Never seen a clone trooper before?"

She raises a brow at the question. "Oh, no. The opposite, in fact. Seen way too many of you."

A beat passes. "I think that's fair. Being clones and all. Or are you talking about storm troopers?"

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