WINTER TEST DRIVE MEME

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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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Comments

[thesepreciousthings]

"I should know, yes, and I do," Starling said clearly, not making any move from her place on the wall. She wasn't ready or willing to be intimidated, nor did she have the patience to have handguns explained to her by someone who sounded like he'd left one of his balls on his nightstand. "Who are you?"

[dr_riley]

Drake learned four things from the other person's answer.

1) It was a woman, which lifted his heart a little.
2) It was not Ferthing, which sunk his heart a little.
3) She sounded confident and unafraid.
4) She sounded like she was about ten feet to his right (but the acoustics could be confusing his hearing).

None of these things helped him in any way. He was, at least, glad to hear that they seemed to be in accord and she probably wouldn't shoot him.

"Riley. Drake Riley, PhD, PhD, RAF research and development. Listen, I have a torch, and...I trust you won't shoot at me when I take my hand off it, right?"

[thesepreciousthings]

The fact that the little pissant had to say 'PhD' twice gave Starling an even clearer picture of the kind of man she was dealing with. Someone had a fond opinion of himself. But he might have answers to go with all his alphabet soup, and those were in short supply on her end. His voice was getting closer, so she kept her position against the wall. It probably made it easier for him to find her by the sound of her voice, she guessed, to not have it echo off the wall behind her.

"Not unless you give me reason to, Dr. Riley."

[dr_riley]

The beam from Drake's penlight was thin, but very bright, and Clarice might have been able to see a faint orange glow in the penetrating darkness. Even if she couldn't, he wasn't exactly the stealthy type, and his boots scuffed and kicked small, unexpected ridges in the floor as he moved closer.

The boots stopped at her response and there was a brief, hesitant pause.

"That.... That-that's fair. Right."

With that, he uncovered the light - directly in Clarice's face.

'Eyes, Riley!' Jace's voice scolded him in his head.

"Oh! Sorry! Sorry." The light became a pool on the floor, finally uplighting his pale, dirty face.

[thesepreciousthings]

With a grunt of distaste, Starling twisted her head to the side, instinctively raising a hand against the beam, and swore internally. Jesus H. Tapdancing Christ on a backwater cracker, if something jumps us right now and it doesn't kill him, I'll do it myself...!

Once the spots faded from her eyes, she got a good look at him, keeping her hands up as she moved closer so that he could get a gander at her, too. She was wearing black wide-legged LaPerla jersey trousers and a matching camisole with a v-neck Neiman Marcus cashmere sweater in a deep green that looked like emerald mined from the cave wall, and she had simple China flats on her feet: more the sort of thing one fell asleep in a chair in while reading a book than spelunking gear. Her copper hair was long and loose, to the middle of her back, and she wore no jewelry or makeup... something which made the presence of the pancake holster against her ribs and the Colt .45 even more incongruous.

"So," Starling said, trying not to pass too much judgement at her first impression of his appearance, considering her own, "any idea where we are?"

[dr_riley]

For his part, Drake didn't look entirely out of place, wearing good solid boots, military drabs, and a black utility vest with a Glock 17 in a thigh holster, though a closer inspection would reveal that he was in rough shape, and his clothing was covered in dust, dirt, and the occasional small tear. Well...the fact that a short, underweight, nervous looking man was in military drabs at all might have been a little unusual. But this woman looked like she was ready for bed! And he couldn't help the incredulous expression that crossed his face.

"You look.......comfortable. Uh-" He shook his head (oh no, that was a mistake) and had to reach out an arm to re-balance himself. "Sorry - no, I...no. I was with my team. We got split up when..." He stopped. "You haven't seen anyone else, have you? Tallish man, dark brown hair, looks like an action hero, a woman, light brown hair in a bun under a cap, and a skinny bloke with red hair and a sour expression? The first two have UCIWs? If-if they haven't been disarmed, I mean."

[thesepreciousthings]

She couldn't help quirking an eyebrow and smirking. "Would you believe I woke up like this?" NnnnNO, Hannibal's voice snapping immediately in her head, do not be glib, Clarice, that is inappropriate to the situation. Mind your carriage or he'll not take you seriously, and we both know how much you despise that.

She immediately cleared her throat, frowning as she realized how dizzy Dr. Riley was. He was in rougher shape than he'd wanted her to think. Separated from his team ... this must have been some sort of recon, she guessed. "No, I wouldn't have missed an UCIW. Four of you take a wrong turn somewhere? ... Never mind. We need to get to some fresh water, you look like you might be starting to get dehydrated."

[dr_riley]

He gave a high, shaky laugh that was eerily humorless. "Woke up like...you know, so did I. One minute we were-we were on a peaceful trade mission that was supposed to be nothing but banquets and ceremony, but you know how that always pans out," Drake was pacing fidgety little cirles now and making annoyed gestures with his hands that made the light bounce around disorientingly.

"...next thing you know, Jace and Ferthing are running off to - damnit!" he stumbled and then kept going, "to go shoot a bear or fish a villager out of a lake or something, I don't know, some disturbance that turned out to be an ambush, anyway! And Gene and I - we - there was weapons fire, and they were gone and I fell down - down a sinkhole or something, see he grabbed my sleeve" there was a vague gesture at a tear along the seam of his shoulder, "and-and...what? No, no, I have..." He reached for his canteen, "right here, I...oh no." His canteen was empty. How long had it been empty? It was half full when he'd checked! He gave it a shake and heard a hollow, echoing little splash. Okay. It wasn't bone dry, at least. Maybe that was a quarter cup. Less? But it wasn't even the most pressing thing.

"I don't suppose this is an ideal time to mention that I think I might have a concussion."