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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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"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..."

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.

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."

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?"

"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?"

"You know, that's fair. But then I'd be very offended about being only a hallucination. All this time and I didn't even know!"

The sudden turn from what Cayde had considered progress just suggests so much as he looks at the man, and if he still had the need to do so, then it would have been with bated breath.

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

"...pffff-" After a moment of staring, the Exo bursts out laughing. "Demon-alien clown..!" he gasps between snickers, wiping at his optics like one would wipe at tears. The laughter tapers off abruptly when he realizes that the guy is being serious.

"-oh. Erm. Oh, that's...definitely not okay." Nice save!!

Okay. You know what? Richie would laugh too, if he heard someone else tell that story. Plus, he's already a little buzzed so what the fuck? Why not? He chuckles himself, shaking his head at the ridiculousness of his entire fucking life. A demon clown. Yeah. That was pretty fucking funny, objectively.

Would be funnier if It hadn't killed his best friend and the love of his life, but. You know. Clown! Still sort of funny.

"Yeah. Well. It's dead now so we get the last laugh." He raises his glass to cheers that and swings the rest of it down. It's only after he does so that he wonders if it was a mistake. Well. Too late.

"Dude's weakness was insults, too. Can you believe that? It's like a story written by someone snorting cocaine."

Oh that's a relief. Cayde relaxes once the other man starts to laugh as well. Come on, it's a pretty ridiculous thing to say, if it didn't have actual background.

"That's good. Dead is good when it comes to things that want to kill you," he agrees wholeheartedly. He's had plenty of experiences with things that wanted to kill him. Unfortunately one of them wouldn't stay dead and took a couple of his friends to add insult to injury.

It takes him a moment to soak that bit in then. "Wait, insults? So like, calling it names and stuff?"

"Yeah, man. Seriously. Next time you have some sort of supernatural enemy, try negging it. If I'd tried when I was like twelve I coulda had two more friends alive."

He shrugs like the deaths are just 'one of those things' but still pushes his glass forward for another.

"Fuck. Uh. I just got here so I have no idea how to pay you for this," he realizes abruptly. "Got some dishes I can clean? Or need a comedian for entertainment? I got that whole Pagliacci thing going for me now."

"Huh. And Zavala always says there's no time to chat in the middle of a fight." Cayde snorts in amusement, picking up the bottles from earlier to refill the man's glass.

"Ah, don't worry about it. Just figure out where to settle, pull your weight, offer a hand, and that's all anyone can ask for. -although if you don't mind doing the dishes I'm not saying no to that either."

Richie takes a sip and shrugs. "My skillset is pretty limited, I won't lie. Maybe my secret calling in life has always been washing dishes and this is my time to find out. Crap. Maybe that's why those weird aliens took me! To show me the joys of manual labor."

He sips again and leans back just a little. It tests his balance more than it probably should for a drink and a third in his system. Maybe he needs to slow down. He'll revisit that thought after this one is finished.

"Seriously. Unless there's some sort of pent-up demand for comedians, I don't got a lot to offer you all. I really have no idea why I'm even here."

Cayde smirks. "Well, do you enjoy working with your hands? Maybe that's a good way to spin it though. Look at it as a way to gain experience!"

He leans his elbows on the counter-top, shrugging himself. "People can always use a good laugh. Too easy taking things seriously here. Tell you what, if you find an audience in here, you're welcome to entertain."

Richie smiles at that and toasts toward the other man again. "You got yourself a deal."

And. Yeah. He skipped something here, didn't he? He extends his hand over the bar to shake.

"I'm Richie, by the way. From...uh...Earth? I don't think we have that last bit in common."

Straightening so he can reach over and shake the guy's hand, the Exo laughs. "Oh, you'd be surprised," he says. "Name's Cayde. Also from Earth," he adds, pointing at the worn patch on his left arm.

"Probably a different Earth, if not some hopefully very distant future. I'm going with different, seein' as how there's a bunch of people from Earth here and none of them seem to sync up with what I know." Which he counts as a good thing, he supposes.

The fact that Cayde is from Earth too is actually more of a concern than a comfort. The idea that this might be the Earth of his future or one that is dramatically different from his own is not a great deal better. It is still just a little too odd and surreal for Richie to wrap his head around. But, hey. He's buzzed. So he'll just have to let that help him along.

"That... Wow. Okay. So there is a bunch of people from like. Different universes here? That... Huh. I mean, I read comics as a kid so the whole multiverse thing isn't a new idea. But. Shit. This wasn't the way I would have expected to have it confirmed."

Yeah, Cayde's beginning to have second thoughts about saying as much, but he can't take it back now. He waves a hand as if to physically nudge the subject along. At least he hasn't gone into detail about how different his Earth is. He doesn't need to scare anyone, especially new people. There's plenty else to worry about.

"I can assure you that there are no demon alien clowns where I'm from," he adds in afterthought. "Oh yeah, there's a bunch of people from Earth here. You'll be making friends in no time," he assures. "I know, it's a lot to digest, but hey, you're a survivor. You've got this."

"Hey, that's good at least. Trust me, those clowns suck ass. I mean. I only ever knew of the one which...yeah. Okay. I don't want to think about there being more. But now I know they're just really, really sensitive so I guess I could take 'em with a good roasting session..."

He sips his drink and leans back, face impassive at the 'survivor' comment. He can still remember the sewer and the limp body of his best friend and love, laying on the floor. Left alone in the stinking dark forever.

"But I don't know how much stock I would put into my skills as a survivor, man. Cowards survive as good as heroes do. You have no idea which way I leaned."

The title of survivor is a heavy one. Cayde knows that all too well. What it says on the tin's not all it's cracked up to be. He gives Richie a nod.

"Don't need to. It's a tough burden either way," he says. "It's harder being the survivor. But if you can manage that burden, then that still says something about you. The important thing is not to forget the cost, but not to get swallowed by it either. Here? We're all survivors of something or another. You're in good company." He pauses. "Or really messed up company, but hey."

Wow. Huh.

Richie looks up at Cayde and offers him a smile. Is this what therapy is like? Maybe he should have listened to fucking everyone when they said he should go. Either way, Cayde seems to get it in a way Richie isn't used to. Not even from the other Losers.

They all survived, too, but they got out better for it. Bev and Ben had each other and a new life together. Mike was free and able to live for the first time. Bill could go home to his wife and move on from the shadows of his past. But Richie? Richie had left the only person he'd ever loved in a sewer and had nothing to go back to but a career he'd spent his life on and the lies he'd built it on.

He survived but it was a burden, not a badge. And getting through that? Yeah. Maybe that was something... Maybe him carrying on said something about him that wasn't 'You're a piece of shit' for a change.

"Yeah," he agrees, sipping again. "Messed up company is right. But it's nice to have people who understand."

The last thing Cayde wants to be is a therapist. But he wants it to be known that no one here's perfect, him least of all. Richie was offering him a smile, so the Exo returned it with one of his own and a nod.

"Yep. Too easy to forget there might be others who'd know something of where we've been," he says, fishing out another glass from beneath the counter before pouring a straight shot of red into it. He lifts it in toast, to present company, to company lost. "Maybe not exactly in the same steps but the outcome's all the same. Some make it. Some don't. Can't take some things back, but we can try to be better for the ones that can't."

He tosses the drink back since it's difficult to sip with a face like his.

Richie toasts Cayde and finishes his own drink as well. He glances around the bar and, even buzzed as he is, he might not want to keep drinking but he doesn't really want to leave, yet. It's comfortable. So...time to be of use, he supposes.

"Okay. Therapy's all set. How about you show me where I can start cleaning up some glasses and whatever else needs done? I don't know if you need help on the regular, but at least for the drinks I can be useful today..."

Making a face at the suggestion of therapy, Cayde shrugs and straightens as he sets his own glass down. "Well, dishes won't take long with just these two. Sink's in the back there. If you wanna sweep some, you can try your luck with whatever glitter's sticking around."

He nods at a broom in the corner by the doorway to the back, flecks of shiny red and pink still stuck to it. "Don't try too hard, I'm thinking short of a vacuum that stuff isn't going anywhere it don't want to."

"Clearly you've never hosted a whole troop of strippers in your apartment and needed to clean it up before you have your judge-y manager over for a meeting with Netflix."

He hops off his seat and rolls his sleeves up before looking around for any piece of fabric he can find. The glasses will hold for now. Richie wets the fabric and let it slap on the floor before pinning it with the broom to move it around.

"Glitter will be gone in a jiff. Although...yeah. Why is there glitter all over? Are there strippers?"

A pause. "...you're right, I haven't. Where have I been."

Cayde folds his arms, watching in amusement as Richie grabs a rag and sets to work. "Now why didn't I think of that? -oh right. I don't usually have wild parties that end in glitter storms." He grins.

"Funny story- no strippers, but I guess our Agrii friends decided they wanted to be festive and so buckets of this stuff was falling everywhere. Outdoors. Indoors. I'm still not quite sure their true intention hadn't been to torment us."

"What can I say? I am a party monster. Emphasis more on the 'monster' than 'party', frankly. But that's a discussion for a different day."

He sweeps the rag around and almost winces at the glitter it picks up all over the place. "Shit. This must have been a bitch to get out of your hai-" He looks over at Cayde and corrects himself. "Uh...out of your...gears?"

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