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WINTER TEST DRIVE MEME

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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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!"

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."

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?"

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."

Of all the reactions he might have expected... This wasn't one of them.

Eddie let out a surprised grunt as Richie grabbed him. His arms reflexively went around Richie's waist, hugging him back. What... What was happening?

"Richie... I..." He was at a loss. His best friend was sobbing like they were kids again. It was worse, even, than his tears when they'd found Stan in the sewers. What? Okay, the best he could think of was to comfort him. "Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm here... Wherever here is... What the fuck are you apologizing for, anyway?"

"It should have been me," he gasped between heaving sobs. "It...it should have been... You were brave and... You were gonna change your life. I was an alcoholic... Couldn't even write my own jokes. It should have been me. I should have..."

He tried to breathe and was finding his own crying to be hindering the process too much. Richie calmed enough to not hyperventilate but still cried steady and sloppy down his face. He pulled back and looked at Eddie, greedy eyes taking in every single inch.

"I never thought I'd see you again..."

Oh... Fuck... Eddie sighed, resting his head against Richie's. He didn't think Richie had it in him to carry this much guilt. Of course, they'd never dealt with anything like this before. He gently rubbed Richie's back and let him cry it out and get his breathing under control. Once he seemed to be breathing at least mostly normally, he let Richie pull away.

He dug a (mostly) clean handkerchief from the depths of his pocket and held it out.

"Don't be fucking stupid, Richie. You're brave, too." He scoffed. "Braver than me. And, hey, you're one of the funniest assholes I know. Just tell a joke about some stupid kid you knew who had two fanny packs and took more medications than an 80-year-old." He smirked, c'mon, like Richie couldn't get loads of material from their childhood.

Richie let out a watery laugh at that. "Dude. You went running at a demon clown with a fence post. Fucking good throw, too. That's brave. I just called the clown names until he melted. Not as impressive."

The handkerchief scrubbed at his face until it was a little more clean. From there he just worried it in his hands, still drinking Eddie in.

"Besides. That joke doesn't work. The meds were all sugar pills. Which, you know. Explains you talking a mile a minute your whole childhood. Surprised you didn't jitter right out of your red Daisy Duke shorts."

Eddie made a face. He was going to let that crack about his shorts slide for now. (it was the 80s, asshole, everyone had short shorts.)

He reached out and held Richie by the shoulders. His turn to be the supportive friend. "Dude... Who threw a rock at the clown's giant head?"

Richie was stuck somewhere between laughing and crying again. He knew what Eddie was doing, but at the same time he wasn't going to stop him. Eddie could do anything right now. The resurrected had a 24 hour carte blanche.

"Me," he said meekly. Almost an Eddie impression but not quite. He can't quite tease about that moment. Every wound that was torn open from then on might have healed, but the skin was fragile, held together solely by the heat of Eddie's hands, alive, on his shoulders.

Richie could bet his ass that Eddie would be taking advantage of that.

Eddie nodded, "Right. And who killed Bowers before he could turn Mike into a Mike-kabob?" Hey, it was cliche as fuck but if it worked, he wasn't going to complain.

"For legal purposes I'll say "I have no idea. But. I guess me, too..."

The teasing was gone in a huff of exasperation.

"But Eds, that was all different. I did it because I had to. I wasn't being brave. And even if I was... It's different for you."

Eddie rolled his eyes, exasperated. "It was still brave, dipshit."

Releasing Richie's arms, he lightly smacked him with the back of one of his hands. "C'mon, you can't say that you're not brave. For fucks sake, all of us were pretty brave to stick around after everything we learned. I'm the one who nearly wussed out at the last minute. I almost..." His voice died as Bill's voice shot through his head you want Richie, too?! Shaking it loose, he gave his best friend a crooked smile (even if it kind of hurt his face to do so). "The point is, Richie, you're braver than you think, too."

"Eds..."

He had visions of days spent with nothing but a bottle for company. Of nights up late, letting the television watch him as he debated finding his old dealer's number. Of two letters scratched into wood that no one would ever see except for him. That no one even knew was there save the coward who carved it while looking every direction in fear of being found out.

Richie laughed.

"I'm really not. But. Thank you. Really, thank you. Maybe I will be, now."

He grabbed Eddie's shoulders and squeezed them.

"Jesus. I can't believe you're really here..."

He wasn't happy with the answer but it was probably the best he was going to get...

Eddie nodded. "Yeah. Me, too." Pausing, he looked around them. It looked like something straight out of some weird movie. "Maybe we should figure out where here is..."

"Yeah. Yeah..." He wasn't stepping away, though. His hands stayed on Eddie's shoulders, holding them as he looked around the area and at all the crap that didn't look familiar at all. But as his gaze swept around and then came back to Eddie, he had to admit that his desire to find and leave this place had plummeted quite a bit. If Eddie was alive here, this was where Richie wanted to be.

He finally dropped one hand, the other still holding steady.

"You see anyone else yet? I just got here like five seconds ago but so far it's just been this Loser party..."

Geez, aren't you the touchy one all of a sudden? Eddie... didn't seem to mind, though. It acted as a sort of touchstone to reality. Sort of. If this could be called reality. Fuck if he knew what was going on, but it made sense in his head, okay?!

He looked around again, pursing his lips as he thought. At the question, he shook his head. "No. You're the first person I've seen around here. It's weird as shit, right?"

"We come from a town in Derry where a clown made us hallucinate like bad acid and then ate children. I don't know if we're gonna be able to throw stones at this specific glass house."

Still. Yeah. Fucking weird.

"C'mon. I'm pretty sure that there are some buildings on the map up ahead. If they're named then I figure that someone named them, right? Besides...one of these is a bar and I think we could both use a drink."

Eddie scoffed a laugh, giving Richie a sideways look. "Yeah, yeah. Fine, you've got a point, asshole."

It was a good idea. Standing around like idiot tourists wasn't going to get them anywhere. He nodded, "Alright. It's as good a place to start as any. Let's go." He didn't drink, normally... But today didn't feel like a bad day to start.

Richie didn't let go of Eddie as they kept walking. Just like in the sewers, his hand finds the other's wrist and grips it tight. His fingers press against the pulse and Richie almost ends up crying again to feel that steady beat. The thumping that not too long ago had been gone forever.

He glanced over at Eddie and then back to the map.

"What's the last thing you remember?"

Eddie almost pulled his hand away, biting back a teasing remark about holding hands... But the look on Richie's face stopped him. Would it really hurt anything for Richie to hold onto his arm as they explored this foreign world? No. Ultimately he decided it was okay for now.

He swallowed, paling a little at the memory of Richie suspended, lifeless, in the air. "I remember saving your ass." He tried to smile, to make light of it... But it didn't work. "I, uh, I thought I got It. I was making sure you were okay. Then..." a spot in the middle of his back itched and he rolled his shoulders to try to get rid of it. "That's it, I think."

Richie glanced at Eddie as he made that small motion with his shoulders. Yeah. He knew what that was all about and it was almost enough to have him start crying again. It's only from emotional exhaustion that he didn't. Still, his grip tightened on Eddie's wrist a bit more and he walked a bit closer. He was traumatized. Sue him.

"Yeah. I...uh. Yeah. That's... That's about the end of it. You got hurt and... we took care of Pennywise through bullying --no, really. That was it-- and. Yeah. The house fell down around us so we had to leave." He avoided looking at Eddie as he spoke about this.

"And that was it."

Wait.

No. No, no. Something was off. Richie wasn't being his bragadocious self. Where was the dramatic reenactment? Where were the impressions of their friends as they bullied Pennywise to death? Or the mocking impression of the clown as It died? No... He was leaving something out. Something big. Something he didn't want to......

Fuck.

Eddie stopped ~~dead~~ short, a distant look in his eyes as he avoided looking at Richie. "I got hurt..." The nagging itching feeling between his shoulder blades... The look on Richie's face... The crying... The pieces fell together and he really didn't like the picture they formed. "Richie... I... I didn't make it out of there, did I?"

Richie stopped when Eddie did and could see the dots connecting for him. Shit. Shit, he really could have been a bit more guarded talking about this whole thing. But, then again, Eddie had apparently been snapped up here seconds before he died. Part of Richie couldn't help but feel like he had a right to know what happened to him. What use was it to lie?

"No." His eyes went shiny as they focused over Eddie's shoulder and his mind went back to that fucking sewer and Eddie's expressionless face. A tear fell down his cheek and he scrubbed it away fast, sniffling. Not his moment. He had to hold it together.

"No. You didn't, Eds."

Eddie's mind started wheeling out of control. Dead. He's dead. Sure he'd had the thought that he might be when he got there, but no one's really serious when they think that! Besides, Richie's there. Richie. Fuck. Fucking fuck fuck. If Richie was there... Then was he dead, too?! No, no he'd said they'd gotten out. But how was that possible?

As his mind continued to spiral out of control, Eddie began to shake his head. He frowned deeply, "No... Noooo no no, this isn't possible." Okay, that was usually Stan's line, but in this case it was fucking true. The pitch of his voice went up as words spilled out of his mouth in a torrent. "No. This can't be real. Because if I'm dead, why am I in the fucking world of tomorrow instead of, I don't know, anywhere fucking else?! Not to mention the fact that you're here. And if you're here it would stand to reason that you're dead, too, but you said that you got out. And if only one of us is dead then how the fuck are we in the same place?!"

He snapped, then. Laughing and shaking his head. His hands went up to his face. "I'm hallucinating. That's gotta be it. I'm in a coma somewhere and this shit is some kind of twisted fucking hallucination. That's gotta be it because otherwise this doesn't fucking. Make. Sense!"

Sorry, Richie. Eddie's not okay right now.

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