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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!

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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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.

"Shit..."

Richie moved to grip Eddie by the shoulders and to hold him steady. Back to the old days with the panic attacks.

"Hey. Eds. C'mon, pal. Look at me. Okay? Hey... look at me." He moved around to try and capture his eyes and hold them. Anything to stop the spiral. "Listen. Okay? You're not dead. I'm not dead. I think...I think these aliens grabbed you right before It stabbed you. So you're okay, alright? You're safe here. I think...I think they saved you. I don't know why but let's not question it, alright?"

He reached up to stroke at Eddie's hair, just trying to calm him down however he can.

"You're not hallucinating. You're not dead. I'm not dead. Okay? But that could change if you don't slow down that breathing of yours. So...c'mon. In and out. Nice and slow..."

It took a moment for Eddie's eyes to find Richie's. His brain was off the rails and heading nowhere good.

But the hands on his shoulders helped ground him. His hands lowered and he met Richie's eyes with his own wild and frightened gaze. "Aliens?" He muttered. Right... Of course. He fought to quiet the million arguments swirling around his head. Richie was right. Of course Richie was right. They were there. The hand on his hair was comforting and felt as real as ever. And he wouldn't get any answers if he sent himself into an asthma attack without his inhaler.

He nodded, trying to take slow breaths, to regain some semblance of control. Richie was there. Richie was real. The world wasn't ending. They'd figure shit out... Hopefully.

"Aliens," he agreed. "But luckily not a big top in sight, so probably not the same sort of aliens we're used to."

He was still looking at Eddie intently, as though waiting for him to pass out or run screaming. Richie couldn't blame him if he did. Part of him wanted to, even now. But he wouldn't. He would never leave Eddie. He'd done that once and that had been the worst moment of his life. He never would ever, ever again.

"C'mon. You need that drink even more, now. Or maybe four drinks. We'll figure it out, pal. It'll all be fine."

Eddie's lips were pinched tightly together as he nodded. Aliens. Okay. He was weirdly not freaking out about that. Facing down a psychotic killer clown does tend to skew one's sense of terrifying, after all.

Realizing he probably looked like a bobble head, he stopped nodding. Swallowing, he dropped his arms completely to his sides. "Yeah... Yeah... Okay..." He paused, thankful he had his best friend there. "Thanks, Richie." He didn't know if he could do this without him.

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