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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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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?"

"Noted. So if we ever have another party should we expect a lot of broken furniture and bad hangovers?" he asks wryly.

"Oh my cotton socks, you have no idea how annoying it was! I am pretty sure I've still got some stuck between my faceplates!" Cayde huffs, then settles again, with a shrug. "The hair's fine, thank you very much."

"Sooo... You're... not. You know... You're not..."

He gestures vaguely around his face as though to explain what he couldn't get into words. After a second or so he finds it: "A robot? Or... Uh. I don't know. Some new human species made of metal?"

He steps closer and holds his hands up in demonstrated peace. "I don't care, you know. Like I don't know if Earth is all...'Down with Bots' or cyborgs or whatever. Like, I read Asimov and tons of other stuff. I'm totally cool."

Cayde laughs. "Oh take it easy kid, it's not like I'm gonna eat your brains or something." He moves to put the bottles away and clear off the counterspace. "I'm a robot. An Exo- 's what we're called. But I guess technically a new human species made of metal isn't too far off either.

"Used to be human. Still got the brain part. That's the bit that kind of messes with things, there's only so much human brains can take in being stuck in a metal body."

Richie blinks, mental images immediately forming of old Futurama cartoons and heads in jars. Which, yeah, okay. This was much better than a jar, probably. At least it was ambulatory. But still. Brain in a metal body. It sounded equal parts creepy and cool.

"Huh. Wow. Uh. So were you...Like a baby...brain? And then got all strapped into the metal? Or were you a fleshy person for awhile and then got an upgrade?"

"What? Pff, no. Used to be actual person." Cayde flicks at a speck of glitter that catches his eye there on the bar, cupping his chin with the other hand as he sets his elbow on the counter again.

"Upgrade kind of covers it. There's more of us Exos back home, not a whole lot, but what there are, that's all who exists now. No one's building anymore since the Collapse, all that tech long lost. Hell, we don't even know how we work."

"The Collapse." He winces because there is really no way that is something positive. He couldn't possibly imagine what happened on Earth to cause what Cayde is talking about but it sounds like a bad time for everyone. Especially when it came to tech being lost.

"Don't tell me you're back to like DOS or whatever. Or fucking Zunes? Not even worth living then."

Catching that look, Cayde kind of regrets mentioning it, but it's hard not to touch on one thing without the other, and the Collapse was a major event that hopefully wouldn't repeat itself.

"Kid-" He can call him kid, he was centuries older than Richie, "-we were practically knocked back to the Dark Ages."

"Kid? Wow. I haven't been called 'kid' in like a decade. Maybe more. Do I wanna know how old you are if you're thinking of me as a kid?"

He snickers a little, more amused than anything else at the idea that he is the younger one in this conversation. But the idea of being knocked into the Dark Ages? That was...yeah. That was intense.

"So...like. No indoor plumbing?"

A grin. "I'll leave you to guess." Honestly, Cayde's not even sure on an exact number, but he's certainly been around.

He shakes his head. "It was a real mess. The survivors were just trying to get by as it was. Too much worrying about basic things to figure out plumbing. There weren't too much settlements at first anyway, everyone was always on the move."

Richie frowns and tries to look at least a little sympathetic. The clock starts on his ability to have sincerity right about then. "Damn, man. That's rough. I'm sorry you guys...you know. Got fucked over like that. Sounds like a bad scene. Maybe even worse than here..."

And the timer went off.

"Maybe that's why the Agro...Agra... whatever took you. 'Man. Look at this dude. His shithole is way worse than ours. Let's give him a toilet.'"

It's a long moment that Cayde just stares at the man, a metal plate that suggests there'd normally be an eyebrow there or behind it lifting. The silence might stretch on a little awkwardly once Richie continued. Yet before any equally awkward apologies might happen, the Exo started to snicker.

"Heehee....Oh wow kid," he starts to laugh, shoulders shaking as he leans against the bar. Despite the lack of tears, he makes to wipe one away from the corner of an eye. "My fault, my fault- I mean, if it were back then? Heh, sure, yeah- this'd be an improvement. We've come a long way since. We've got a full-fledged city, even if it's the only one."

"Sort of like Temba, right? Fell apart and now they have the one city?"

He smiled at Cayde, pleased that the guy seemed hard to offend. That was always a good sign for a friendship with Richie.

"Well. I hope you...uh. Can get home? Or. Not get home? Whichever is the better option for you. I hope that happens."

"Yeah, I guess. Except these guys bailed, but I guess I can't blame 'em too much. I mean, they did look for help. They could have worked on the asking part of it a bit more."

Cayde's a tough one to offend, and Richie seems like a nice enough guy. Kind of awkward here and there, he's been coming to figure, and he's not completely sure if it's just the alcohol or how Richie is by default. Maybe the killer alien clowns figure into it too.

"Home's home. Not saying I don't appreciate the vacation, nor the chance to make new and interesting acquaintances. I am kind of annoyed about being expected to clean up someone else's mess, but I think there's a line for that." He shrugs. "But thanks. What about you? Still soaking things in, or would you jump back home first chance you got?"

Richie's mind immediately goes back to a dark sewer and blood covering his hands and shirt. He remembers Eddie's still body and dull gaze. Being torn away and dragged out, leaving the man he'd loved buried underground in the worst crypt he could have imagined for himself. And then he remembers seeing Eddie walking ahead of him, here. Being able to grab him and hug him again. Alive and safe, somehow.

"I'm in no rush," he says, turning back to sweeping up the glitter. "Was doing fuckall back home. At least here I have some new stuff to explore. And no clowns so far..."

There's a lot to be said in that face, and Cayde can only nod once Richie gives his response. "Sounds like a good plan. Make the most of it! Like I said vacation." He pauses.

"Or as much of one as you can make it anyway. Still doesn't mean you can't enjoy yourself. For one, you are definitely the first person I've seen who seems to be enjoying cleaning up glitter."

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