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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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That wasn't something Cayde begrudged her for. He anticipated that she'd be right along track with that, and he was all for it. If only it was so simple.

"And therein lies the rub," he pointed out, quoting from...he wasn't sure save that he'd probably read it in one of the Speaker's books once. "The ships were rigged to blow before we could do any investigating. The attack on the Agrii? Staged. Even the supposed invaders on their ship were just some hapless aliens that got pulled in from a nearby planet, handed guns and left confused in unknown surroundings."

They eventually came upon the grouping of buildings where the bar was included, ironically named (if not so ironically chosen) the Tower residences. He led Ikora around to the entrance of one structure, hopping up the slightly tall stairs.

"Not sure where the storms, or whatever's producing those effects, is located. We thought maybe the radio tower at the northwestern edge of the city might be key since when me and a couple of buddies went to check it out one day, we were experiencing similar distractions when we got closer."

Ikora let that information sink in. A staged attack. Even staged, there was a lesson there. They weren't able to investigate but they had seen the weapons and knew the effects matched the storm. It was still valuable.

"And what happened when you reached the radio tower?" she asked as she followed him up the stairs. They were oddly spaced for stairs. Almost slightly too tall to walk up comfortably.

Cayde's bar was a surprise. More orderly than she expected. And the wall of glass with the fish was beautiful. Almost meditative. He had done well but Cayde was always more thoughtful that people gave him credit for.

"It's beautiful, Cayde," she said with a small smile towards him.

"We'd see and hear things. Couldn't trust ourselves. Thankfully Sundance was helping steer us straight, and Jon suggested we just keep talking to keep focused. That was along with that feeling of the Light cutting out on us. I think it was a defense system of sorts, only happened at a certain radius and then tapered off once we got close enough to the tower itself.

"Back when it was still on, it had a blinky light up top, but when I tried to go up to check it out, something pushed me back down. -and then Jon accidentally shot at the tower itself with Tony's power gauntlet thingy and nearly blew us all up when the tower sent a wave of energy back at us in response." Technically Jon accidentally nearly shot him, but Cayde had managed to dodge.

Cayde's countenance seemed to brighten at Ikora's appraisal of the bar. He opened up his arms as he stepped backwards to let her take things in. "Welcome to the Deep End." He was quick to scamper towards the bar counter itself, looking right at home there.

Ikora's first thought was she wanted to examine this tower herself. To get a sense of it for herself though she trusted Cayde's report on the experience. He had his secrets but not once had he lied on a report to her. They were a fireteam.

"And have you gone back since then?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. It sounded like whomever he had gone with weren't very well trained if they had attacked the thing they investigated. Perhaps it had played with their minds as a protection.

She followed him to the bar and sat down. It was good to see him again. Ikora had missed him terribly. "The Deep End, you always did have a way with names."

Cayde's metal face didn't allow for more minute shades of expression but he still managed to pull off something suggesting the wrinkling of a nose, if he had one. "Yeah, the whole thing's been powered down. For the record, even before then I had Sundance take a crack at the systems we found but she couldn't make heads nor tails of it."

He turned to pull out a bottle from the shelf behind him, setting it on the counter with some glasses from beneath the counter itself. "Like it? I figured it was appropriate, given the um, lake behind you and well." He hefted the bottle meaningfully before he set to pouring a couple of drinks for them.

If a Ghost couldn't understand it there was something very powerful there. And yet, hearing that didn't dampen any of Ikora's curiosity. Before her was a puzzle with a seemingly impossible solution. The perfect problem for a Warlock. "She should share the data with Ophiuchus anyway. For fun."

She picked up her glass and toasted him. "I do like it. It's very... you, Cayde."

And she meant that fondly. This place was dangerous and unnatural but she felt better knowing he was here and alive. That Cayde lived on. The Tower had never felt the same after his death and yet, they had all moved on.

"Sure, they can hook up later. I'm sure Ophy wants to catch her up on all the latest juicy gossip." He pointedly ignored the subtle 'eye-roll' from Sundance, lifting his glass along with Ikora before he paused.

"Wait, should I take offense?" Cayde set his free hand over where one's heart would be in mock offense, spoiled all too quickly by a snicker and a shake of his head.

"I'm glad it's getting its mileage. I mean, who wouldn't figure- everyone needs a place to drink right? Or just convene and, I dunno, take in the strange, alien aquatic life," Cayde shrugged, then tipped his glass back.

Ophiuchus was almost as reserved as Ikora but he bobbed closer to Sundance, also glad to see his old friend. They would certainly talk, perhaps he would reveal what his Guardian would not.

"Are you offended by yourself?" she countered with her eyebrow raised and a very small smile.

She sipped her drink. It was certainly alcohol but not Earth alcohol. "You must be everyone's favorite here then. Providing them drinks and entertainment. It doesn't seem very exciting otherwise."

Compared to Cayde, Sundance was not as free with her words, speaking only when necessary. Her pseudo-stoic exterior didn't betray the wild, daring streak that she tended to share with her Guardian although there were those who knew better. She swiveled a glance towards Ophiuchus before tipping just slightly on her axis in something of a nod. And then she turned to watch her Guardian flounder.

Cayde opened his mouth, then closed it again with as close a proximation to a scowl as he could manage, an expression lasting only a second or two as he coughed and busied himself with filling his glass again.

"What do you think? Got this during a pit stop when we were heading out to the Agrii ship," he asked, diverting to the next available subject. "It's got a nice smoky edge to it." He rested an elbow on the counter, turning his glass.

"Eh, I do what I can. It's way too easy to get serious around here. Everyone's got their concerns- completely valid ones I'll admit, but it's not like we're going to get everything done in a day, or a week, even months. We've been here that long and it still looks like we've only scratched the surface on this place, and this mystery."

It was rare Ikora made Cayde speechless with a quip. He always had a quick tongue and a snappy comeback for just about any comment someone might make. Those rare moments she managed it were memorable moments in their long friendship.

“It’s good.” She held the glass up and studied the liquid. “Almost a well aged bourbon but not quite.”

Ikora looked around the glass to study him. He was being serious about that. No one had made much progress while he was there. “And how much of an effort has been made? Besides your expedition and the fake attack?”

How much worked was ahead of her with this mystery? A Warlock wouldn’t get restless like a Hunter with all this intrigue and unknown around.

He could forgive himself when it was Ikora. She knew him long enough, after all.

Cayde nodded as he reminisced as well he could about typical Earth flavors. "We've got basic things down. And then everyone spread out, or has been spread out. Some even still camp out in the ships like they're worried the thing's will take off without 'em one day. Usually when that happens we end up on them somehow or another anyway." That was still troubling, but the Exo didn't like the idea of not being in control of himself and be imagined no one else did either.

It sounded like the early days of the Last City or even the Farm when it was collecting Lightless Guardians and anyone else in the area. People would find their way to something like a town eventually.

"I would think a race capable of pulling people from multiple realities could get us all on a ship when they want," she mused as she swirled her glass. "Where are you staying?"

If he was sleeping on the floor of his bar Ikora would have words for him.

"That's the part that bothers me. Pretty sure we were even awake the time it happened when we were on the Agrii ship, like some siren song sending us back to the shuttles before we were taken back planetside."

Cayde tilted his head at her then with a crooked grin. That question, that subtle look. "I pointed out that clock tower when we were heading over, right? That's my main place. I have otherwise found a treasure trove of beds in the old department store by the center of town."

A very powerful force then. Possibly equal to the Traveler and the Light? Or was it Darkness? Ikora found it difficult to tell with Darkness always sang in the back of her mind.

"Ah, the tallest place in town. You do miss the Tower." Hunters and their tall perches. Of course Cayde found a place up high. "I hope you have room for one more. I don't intend to sleep on a ship. Or in a department store."

She would like to stay close to someone she trusted as well. No one here was probably evil but she was more comfortable with her fireteam.

"Strategic placement!" Cayde insisted, but he didn't necessarily deny missing the Tower either.

Picturing Ikora camping out in a department store brought on the giggles. He turned his head in a failed attempt to hide them. "A-aw, why not?" he asked as he tried to get a handle on himself. "Big, spacious, and if one bed doesn't suit you, you just try out another." He looked at her with as innocent an expression as he could manage, which crumbled in all of two seconds as the snickers came on again.

"I got room for one more, sure. You can take your pick from the other levels." He wasn't about to argue if the Warlock wanted to stick close. It was nice having someone from home around, and Ikora was someone he trusted, especially with his stuff.

Innocence was never Cayde's strong suit. Ikora watched him while he struggled to maintain his poker face with an almost overwhelming sense of fondness. She had missed him as the divid between her and Zavala grew.

His humor was missed. His sharp eyes. His skills.

"Thank you. I'll leave the higher levels to you." She might even take the ground level or perhaps one floor up. Hunters needed their space, after all. And Warlocks liked their privacy.

He was better at actual poker. Innocence had no place in that game.

At least the rooming situation was easily settled, not that he expected any difficulty with Ikora. "Deal. I hardly use the front door or the stairs anyway." The Exo knocked back his drink and set the glass down.

Ikora had learned a long time ago not to bet against Cayde. Or play cards against him. She'd lost a few too many good engrams to him.

"Still making dramatic entrances even to your own home?" She shook her head. "Cayde, the stairs won't hurt you."

Of course he was climbing everything and entering through windows.

"Just so we're on the same page, you've seen those stairs, right?" The Exo gestured towards the doorway and hall beyond. "That's practically climbing a ladder! -anyway what's wrong with dramatic entrances? I can have fun in my own tower."

Of course that would also explain why the window in the hallway across from the bar was open. Ikora knew him well.

"It's very Vex, isn't it? Clean lines and sharp angles." She wound the whole look of the place wildly clean. It was actually more Clovis Bray when she thought about it a moment longer.

In and out through windows and side doors, rarely the way anyone expected. That was Cayde.

And a few other hunters she could think of. "Anywhere I should avoid in this place?"

"If the Vex were into interior design and bothered to use stairs." No, he was not letting up on the stairs. He would have agreed on the Bray similarities though, but even Agrii ruins managed to have more warmth and personality than that.

"There's a big hole up by the hangar in the northeast corner- accidentally let some giant bugs loose but I think I blew the nest up," Cayde said after giving her question some thought. "I hear the lake's deeper than it looks and has things that want to eat people..."

"Some confluxes and gates have stairs. I think just for Minotaurs to walk up and look imposing." The three eyes of these Agrii still struck her as Hive but she recognized that was her own personal bias.

She glanced over her shoulder at glass all and then back to him. "Have you seen anything sinister swim by?"

A view into the water was a good way to investigate monsters of the deep. Unless this was a Titan situation and they only saw shadows.

"Those aren't stairs! Those are death traps if you get your foot caught on the edges!" Cayde stubbornly stuck to his guns. It wasn't an argument he was terribly committed to, and he was eager enough to shift more to other topics, such as the lake.

"Oh not that lake- the one out by the clock tower- the flood plains. Lots of places for big underwater critters to hide. This one, I don't think anything bigger than that window would be sustained for as long as things have been here but thankfully I haven't seen anything that looks like it could swallow anyone whole peeking inside." And if he did he was inclined to leave it unless it looked like it was trying to get in. Or out. Whatever.

The argument was pointless but that was the point. Cayde hadn't asked how things were back home. She didn't want to tell him about the encroaching Darkness and his death. Arguing about stairs would keep them from straying into dangerous territory. "I'm sure Sundance is keeping a close eye on you when you climb stairs."

Ah, yes, she had that information in her mind now didn't she? A map of this city. A huge stretch of water, yes, she could picture it in her mind. "I will make sure to stay in the shallows if I go near the water."

It was deflection at his finest. Having been here as long as he had, asking what the last thing Ikora was aware of back home might have been among the questions to ask. There were little things that nagged at him enough that he did otherwise. Besides, he thought- did it really matter? Of course that question twisted an entirely different knife in his gut that he didn't want to think about that one either.

"Always does." He winked, easily keeping darker thoughts from his face, but then the mask he wore was an old, familiar one as it was, that devil-may-care attitude as much a true part of reboot Six as the one that existed in deeper thoughts and scrawled memories. "You're lucky your Ghost came along. Sundance came later, appeared randomly on the Agrii ship, you know? All I arrived with when I first popped up on an alien planet was everything I wear and my Ace of Spades." Not that he complained about having his precious hand cannon.

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