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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!

✧ Premise ✧ FAQ ✧ Rules ✧ Test Drive ✧ Taken ✧ Reserves ✧ Application ✧
✧ Map ✧ Devices & Network ✧ Data Points ✧ Ships ✧ Flora ✧ Fauna ✧ Supply Requests ✧
✧ Player Plot Suggestion ✧ Player Contacts ✧ Player Permission Code ✧ Hiatus ✧ Drop ✧

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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."

"I just like the idea of not being useless. My world is still slave to the idea of capitalism, ya know? If I'm not producing worth then I'm due to be pushed out to sea on an iceberg."

He smirks at Cayde and shrugs.

"I like having something to do," he answers more honestly. "And I like being close to booze. We're good friends and distance makes us both sad."

"For the record, I don't think you're useless. You're doing a bang-up job with that glitter." Cayde grins, half-joking, but not in the part about uselessness.

"I have to agree though. I need something to keep me busy too. Preferably not paperwork." That is definitely one thing he does not miss from back home. "But we're agreed on the booze too. You're still fresh from transport, so there's a lot of time for you to look around, get acclimated, figure out if there's something to keep you busy. Takes time, I understand, but just doing that stuff alone's enough to keep you occupied. Then? If you get bored, you can come by here and we can stack glasses into pyramids or something." He pauses. "Or I can teach you to shoot a gun."

"Sold, man," Richie says eagerly. He brightens up quite a bit at the idea of shooting a gun, too. He didn't know how to do that, before. All his kills were blunt force. Which. Yeah. Fuck. That was probably a fucked up fact about him. Best to not share.

"You're on. And I can teach you how to turn trauma into a tight ten! It'll be great."

You can't spend centuries being Hunter Vanguard and not have that urge to mentor rub off on you. Maybe it isn't so much of an urge so much as an expectation. So many green Hunters coming in, making a nuisance of themselves...dancing on his map on the table.

He doesn't think teaching someone how to protect themselves will hurt any, especially when there's things like giant bugs and who knows what else about.

"Oh boy! Sounds like fun." Cayde's actually not sure what to think about that offer but hey, he'll go with it, sure!

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