WINTER TEST DRIVE MEME

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WINTER TEST DRIVE MEME
Application FAQ | Taken Characters | Reserves | Application

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!

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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Comments

Richie Tozier | IT | OTA

[mrsklover]

EXPLOOOOORE!:

Richie is still pretty shell-shocked by this whole thing when he stumbles into the middle of town. It looks like some dystopian YA novel that he absolutely didn't read the whole series of, nor did he watch the accompanying movies. He cleans his glasses four times, half expecting some sort of giant man to pop out and mock him about his sexuality. It's just his experiences with insane things that don't make logical sense.

Christ. Do they have a therapist here? He might actually need a therapist.

He is aimless as he wanders around, not touching anything and trying very hard to not have some sort of nervous breakdown. He killed an alien-demon clown thing. This, comparatively, wasn't so weird. Who knew, maybe someone he knows will be here. Like Bev or Bill or ....

Well, as long as it wasn't Pennywise, he was fine. Anyone but him, please.

The Deep End

A bar. Thank GOD, a bar. Richie pushes himself inside and only fleetingly wonders if that is a good idea, considering anything could be inside. Whatever. He needs a fucking drink. "Thank fuck this weird alien ruin has liquor. It does, right?" He directs the questions to the room at large and anyone in it. "And like, not stuff that will make me piss acid or vomit up my lungs, right? I'm fine with the little baby alien popping out of my stomach. Like, that is a hell of a way to go. But the rest of it is just awkward."

He sidles up to the bar and smiles, slamming his hand on the top.

"One drink that won't kill me, please!"

NETWORK!

Anyone else get the feeling these Agrii folk aren't too good at their job? Hero my ass. I am an alcoholic comedian who just barely survived killing a fucking clown by negging it. Who the fuck looked at that and said 'Yep. This is our guy!' I want to talk to a manager.

Spoilers from IT Chapter 2 below.

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

Is Richie sure he's okay with seeing anyone but Pennywise?

There's a very filthy-looking human stumbling around in a daze. He hasn't noticed Richie, yet... He's still too busy wondering where the fuck he is and why he isn't dead. Or maybe he is dead and this is, what? Limbo? Hell? Heaven?

[mrsklover]

Okay. Maybe he spoke--thought?--too soon. Eddie's death was still so fresh that he couldn't even think about him. Not without a bottle of vodka to wash the grief down with. But then, like there was a need to prove to Richie that there really was a God (and that He hated him), his eyes fell on the other man.

On Eddie.

He froze in his spot, just staring at him and wondering how the fuck Pennywise managed an illusion this complex and this real-feeling. Because it couldn't be. Eddie was dead. Richie saw him dead.

And yet... His voice cracked as it managed to make out:

"Eds?"

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

Eddie yelped in surprise, whirling around with his arms out to defend himself from whoever knew his fucking name.

What? As far as he remembered, he'd just come from that weird-ass cave and felt something coming at him from behind.

Then he saw who it was and his arms dropped. Holy shit. "Richie? It is you, right? Wait... No..." He frowned. If he was there, was he dead, too? Fuck! He was so confused! His eyes widened with worry and anger, "No... No, I just fucking saved your ass, don't tell me It got you!"

[mrsklover]

Richie blinked. He blinked and swallowed sudden bile rising in his throat. If this was Pennywise, he was doing an amazing job. The guy looked like Eddie. He talked like Eddie. He even was wearing the same filthy clothes as Eddie. Just without the blood. No blood because he was alive. He looked alive.

Slowly he stepped forward, one numb foot in front of another, and reached a hand out to touch his chest. His heart. The undamaged body before him.

"If...if this is a joke.... If this is some sort of game. Some torture from you, clown-dick... I swear I'll kill you again. Slowly."

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

Eddie stared as Richie approached. Was it Richie? He still wasn't entirely sure. He wasn't armed, so that was something. But... Yeah something about him seemed real. So be stood his ground and resisted the giant flashing neon warning signs telling him to back the fuck up.

"Rich... No... It's me. I'm not" He nearly choked on the name... "Not that..." He gagged at the word clown, one hand instinctively reaching for the inhaler that wasn't there. Swallowing, he took a breath, reminding himself that he could breathe just fine. "I'm not that thing."

He paused, frowning again, "What do you mean kill again?"

[mrsklover]

The reach for the inhaler. That. That was all Eddie. Pennywise in all of his abilities to duplicate and mimic people, he never could get the details right. Never quite got the mannerisms correct. And reaching for an inhaler that wasn't there?

That was Eddie.

Richie let out a broken sound halfway between a cheer and a sob. It probably sounded like a dying chicken's last words but Richie didn't care. He dove forward and wrapped his arms around Eddie, holding him close, face buried into his neck.

"Eds. Oh my God. Holy fuck. Eddie..." The tears started then, powerful and unstoppable.

"I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry."

TDE

[deal_me_in]

"What kind of place do you think I run here?" The bartender apparent turns, metal brows lifting as his glowing blue gaze settles upon the newcomer. After a brief and silent appraisal, he nods to himself as though coming to some sort of conclusion before speaking, amber light spilling from his throat every time he opens his mouth.

"First off, despite the rustic look and the fish swimming in the window, this is a perfectly family-friendly establishment, not that there are many families around here, but if there were, they'd be welcome." A beat. "-well no, there's like...a little green kid that likes eating the fish and his weird dad that never takes his helmet off so that's one. But still proof! Family friendly. -right, you wanted a drink."

Cayde turns back towards the shelf behind him and picks out a couple of bottles. "Now, what level of coherence would you prefer to be in..." he asks as he sets them on the counter and reaches below for a glass.

[mrsklover]

"Little green kid..."

Richie parrots that back because he's too busy just gawking at...whatever this is in front of him. Is it a robot? A person? A person-robot? An alien? He blinks and makes the decision that either this whole experience means he's finally gone off the deep-end and has the fun sort of insanity that comes with delusions and hallucinations, or this is real and staring is probably impolite.

Either way... Never insult your bartender.

"Uh. What level is 'comatose'? That sounds real good about now..."

[deal_me_in]

The staring is something he gets a lot. Cayde takes it all in stride. Usually people reboot before he has to resort to slapping them upside the head- not that he does that, mind!

"Yeah, cute little guy, about yea high. Likes getting faceprints all over the window glass..." He gestures with a hand about a little over a foot over the counter before going back to the drinks.

"You're taking it that badly, huh? What, was it my face or the talk of green children? I know it couldn't possibly be the former, I'm undeniably handsome. Here, we'll start you off with this," he says as he pours some of each of the bottles he'd pulled out, an amber liquid with just a trickle of Agra 10's local red.

[mrsklover]

Okay. This guy was pretty funny. Richie smiles and takes the glass with an appreciative little toast. One sip tells him it's suitably alcoholic and not that bad, either. Doesn't taste like anything he recognizes but he wasn't really expecting that much luck. And, reportedly, it wouldn't kill him so that is good. Probably.

"Let's just say I have a history of not being able to trust my senses because of real fucked up shit," he starts diplomatically. Even tangentially mentioning It makes bile raise in his throat so he drinks it down with a healthier gulp of his beverage.

"I'm still trying to make sure this is all real before I make a call on how to take it. Funny enough, I will probably be way better if I really was abducted by aliens as opposed to the other option." He slugs the drink again and laughs ironically. "He Row... Yeah. Right."

[deal_me_in]

Ah, a smile! That's much better. Cayde somehow manages to grin with that metal face of his, leaning a hip against the counter.

"Oh yeah? Sounds like a terrible problem. But quite fair, all things considered, because this is a surreal thing to happen to most people. It's all pretty real though, so far as I've experienced, and the handful of other people around here in the same boat. Aliens need our help, pulled us in and handed us the keys and no sparrow, telling us to fix things."

He pauses, tilting his head. "What's the other option?"

[mrsklover]

"Not to underline my own paranoia, but if you were part of the hallucination, your word don't mean much. Still. If it is an illusion, they didn't skimp on the booze so I'm alright with it."

He can't help but smile in response to the other person's. But still, the mention of the other option is enough to wipe it clean. He finishes almost half the drink before exhaling slow and putting it back down decisively.

"What would you say if I told you I was almost killed by a demon-alien clown that hibernates for 27 years?"

for the lols. TDE

[the_child]

Sometime after Richie meets Cayde, a green munchkin with big ears toddles into the bar. What? He's old enough... Technically.

He walks past the newbie, making his way over to a table next to a fish tank. He climbs up onto a chair, then the table, and presses his hands to the glass.

[mrsklover]

Okay. Richie had heard about the green baby alien thing but in his head it had been...different. Seeing it now, Richie can't help the small, surprised noise he lets out, not sure if this is really a child or some sort of alien creature that can spit acid and eat his bones.

But no. No, he's going to the fish tank. Richie blinks a few times before inching closer for a better look. Was staring rude for this alien too? Well. He'd find out.

[the_child]

No acid spit here. Just a kid looking for some sushi.

He makes a soft noise as he watches the fish. They're so pretty! There's no harm in watching them for a few minutes before going fishing, right? It takes him a moment before he notices the stranger creeping closer. Turning, he tilts his head and blinks his big eyes at the guy. Then he smiles and waves a hand. Hello!

[mrsklover]

Okay. That was cute. That was really cute Richie smiles despite himself and gives a tiny wave back.

"Hey there, little...uh... Mogwai? Mogwai with a bad balding problem? Look, happens to all of us, pal. No judgement..."

[the_child]

Damn straight he's cute!

He blinks again, his ears lowering as he tilts his head the other way. Buh? What's a Mogwai? He hasn't heard of that race before.

[mrsklover]

Okay. Richie was mentally naming this dude Gizmo. What a cutie. At least until he finds out that it eats his face off once it has a midnight snack. Which... Huh. Okay. The little guy seems really interested in these fish, here. But something said that he probably shouldn't be eating them from here.

"Uh. Did you want to...have some fish, little guy? These I think are pets but...I am sure there's more somewhere?"

EXPLOOOORE

[thesepreciousthings]

Clarice is only slightly better off than Richie because she's had copious amounts of therapy. Though, given who her therapist was, that might be extremely questionable anyway.

She's armed, but the Colt is in a pancake holster over her ribs, and she doesn't look like she's about to pull it any time soon, too engrossed in her surroundings and too confused by the sudden influx of information from the Data Point. The thing was like taking a wrecking ball to her mind palace, and she's picking through the rubble both literally and figuratively as she catches sight of him.

"... Hello."

[mrsklover]

The greeting surprises him. Richie turns to look at the new woman and blinks for a second, trying to orient himself. It's human, it looks like. A human woman who speaks English and looks a little shaken up, just like him. It's enough to have him a bit less suspicious but not enough to get much closer.

"Hey..." He offers her a small smile and waves expansively at the area around him. "You just arrive in this awesome vacation destination, too? I didn't even get lei'd. Rip off."

[thesepreciousthings]

The jokes earn Richie a little snort of a laugh that crinkles the end of Starling's nose as she smiles, but the smile only lasts until she starts to think about how to respond.

"Yeah, though I'm not sure how. Did you..." She reaches up and rubs a hand over her eyes, as though the memory of the flash from the Data Point is just as blinding. "... did you touch that light, by the fountain, by any chance?"

[mrsklover]

"Oh, you mean the fucking Reverse-Men-In-Black shit? Yeah. Yeah, I don't know if there is a way to avoid touching it. Fucking weird. But, hey, it's pretty effective to get the point across for what's going on around here. I mean, if it's actually telling the truth."

He pauses and walks a little closer, extending a hand. "Richie Tozier. I'm...uh. From Earth? I don't know how to introduce myself around here. 'Hey, I am the useless piece of shit that these aliens probably brought over as comic relief'. But, yeah. Earth, too."

[thesepreciousthings]

"Clarice Starling." She smiles as she closes the distance between them the rest of the way and shakes her hand. Her grip is the calculated perfect balance between firm and friendly, and her fingers are cool.

"I have a feeling I'm here because of what I used to do for a living," she admits, "but who knows, they might need someone who knows a thing or two about horses, too." She pauses, trying to place his accent. "You haven't lived in Maine for a long time, have you, Mr. Tozier?"

It's okay. She hasn't lived in West Virginia or Montana for ages, either, and her own accent slips through just fine.

[mrsklover]

Richie, as a public figure that spent most of his life getting on stage and telling stories that are not his own for laughs, deeply hates to be perceived. Even as a child he would use humor as a way to make people think they were a lot closer to his true self than they really were. If people are rolling their eyes and getting annoyed by you, they don't tend to look much deeper. So Clarice, in three minutes, casually tossing out a true fact about his life sets his hackles up.

He hides it with a smile that has too much teeth exposed.

"Man. That some sort of party trick or is there like a welcome packet with facts about the folk here I missed out on? Yeah. You got me. Lived there until I was like eighteen and then moved to LA. Guilty."