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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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One of these days he'll stop wearing the armor. Today is not that day, however.

Echo doesn't move from his spot, giving Aeon room so that she can regain her bearings. "My name's Echo," he readily answers in an even tone. "You were out for a while – I'm not sure exactly for how long, but the floor's not the best place for a nap."

"I'm Aeon," she replies, moving into a kneeling position to mirror his own. It's her own quiet attempt at humor: echoing the Echo. She picks up the vial that had been the cause of her impromptu cat-nap and holds it out to him.

"I didn't do it on purpose." Her voice is smooth and without guilt or shame, just a hint of wry amusement. "All I did was smell this. Pretty potent stuff. Not sure what it's for."

He can see it, recognizing the mirroring once she settles into it. Although his face is hidden, he can't help but smirk.

The helmet shifts when she presents the vial, tilting slightly as he studies it. "It must be if it's able to knock someone out like that," he says, mulling over what he knows. "Unfortunately, I don't know exactly what it is."

"Do you know anyone who would? There weren't any written labels, aside from a ... really bad attempt at spelling 'medical supplies'. I don't think these Agrii knew what writing was until they started ... bringing people here."

She wrinkles her nose at the vial. It's not as though it was rare stuff - there was a whole rack of it. In a fit of childish disdain, she tips it down a nearby drain in the floor.

The hand and arm resting across his knee gestures lightly. "That would be Billy. I don't know if anyone else besides him would know, but he's a good starting point as any. In fact, I'd check in with him just in case."

He watches as Aeon dumps the rest of it down the drain, but doesn't try stopping her. "Yeah, they've been an interesting bunch," Echo sighs, nodding in agreement with her speculation. "They got 'Hero Supplies' down at the 'Welcome Center' too." And he specifically pronounces them as they're actually spelled: He Row Soup Lies and Whale Comb Sent Her, respectively.

The odd pronunciations make her smirk, laughter glinting in her eyes. "I see. And what exactly do they consider He Row Soup Lies? Might be something a bit more useful for me..."

Echo's helmet inclines. "Medical kits, hygienic products, odds and ends. And spare clothing, although they're larger in size." Another gesture is made during the short description. "There may be more things, but some of them aren't as practical."

"Hygenic products are always useful. But now you're making me curious about the odds and ends."

She says it in a way that could make them seem playful or dirty, mischief implicit in her tone. "And practicality isn't always necessary. All work and no play isn't good for anyone."

The corner of Echo's mouth quirks; whether it's because he interprets her meaning one way or not at all is left unclear. Since mischief takes the forefront, he just accepts it as it is.

"Some of us have yet to learn that," he replies with a seriousness that carries a subtle note of mirth. He still shows some concern, however, the helmet tilting again as he asks, "Are you experiencing any other side effects from that vial?"

Aeon bites her lower lip a little as she does a quick mental body scan. In an era of nanotech and countless subtle drugs, she's learned to know almost immediately when something is wrong.

"Just an aftertaste like scorched guava," she says coolly. "Probably just a sedative. Mild one."

After a pause, she winks. "You could always double-check if you really want to be sure, soldier-boy."

You could always double-check if you really want to be sure, soldier-boy.

The pause may have gone on for longer than he wanted it to. He's still gathering his thoughts together once he repeats and replays the phrase in his head, finally shoving it aside so that he can refocus.

"...I think you'll be alright," Echo says somewhat stiffly, willing himself to move, getting to his feet so that he doesn't stay frozen in his earlier stance. "Unless you need a hand?"

Her expression softens into regret almost immediately as she notes the shift in his demeanor.

"Hey," she says quietly, wincing. "I was just teasing you. I didn't think it would upset you --"

It's not so much the rejection that hurts her so keenly as the thought that she's unintentionally offended him. This was supposed to be fun, not the opposite thereof.

"I'm sorry."

Much like her intentions, Echo doesn't mean to be so taciturn. He's used to the teasing of his brothers and has dealt with them in a similar manner, albeit less awkwardly than he feels right now.

However, he's realizing that it doesn't translate very well when it's someone outside of his known clone sphere.

Hesitation is evident in his posture, the way he looks off to the side before sighing under his breath. "There's nothing to apologize for," he says softly, apologetic as he takes a few steps and holds out his hand. "I'm not upset."

Aeon takes his hand and gets to her feet, holding on to it a moment longer than might be necessary, as a sort of unspoken extension of the apology.

"I'm going to believe you," she says with an arch of an eyebrow and a smile, immediately back into her carefree mode. "So you better not be lying. ... That's interesting armor, by the way." She knocks lightly on one of the gauntlets as she lets go of his hand. "What's it made out of?"

Although he initially wonders why she hasn't let go, Echo doesn't appear to mind. He even glances down at their hands at some point, only to look back up when she switches back to her other mode.

"I hardly lie, ma'am." Although he sounds serious, there's a smirk hidden within those words. His attention then falls back onto his gauntlet, the helmet tilting slightly to one side. "It's plastoid." As matter-of-fact as the answer is, his tone settles into something close to casual.

"Never heard of it. Interesting." She can hear the smirk, and it's encouraging. "... How does it stand up to extreme heat, if it's got plastic in it? Is that a problem?"

If he's more comfortable talking about this, she's fine with it: she can be curious about anything. And she'd hate to get off on the wrong foot with one of the first actual people she's met in this odd, intriguing place.

She asks about the armor. He tries to condense his reply to the best of his abilities.

"You wouldn't be the only one. It's more of a compound material reinforced with an alloy so that the integrity of each piece can withstand damage of the sort." He knocks on it as well, briefly running a finger over the stripe that goes up his arm. "But I can't rely on it completely since I can still be fatally wounded by direct attacks."

Armor is safe. Armor also brings about the more 'informed' side of him as a soldier, and this is fine.

"And we certainly wouldn't want that," she says, and means it. Death is only for war, and no one here is her enemy.

"Do the colors mean anything? The blue's nice." She's always liked blue and purple ... even if certain people seemed to think she was more stunning in red. She'd seen more than enough red in her lifetime without fashion entering into it. Maybe if she ever saw Trevor again she'd tell him how tasteless she thought it was. Maybe not.

Although he knew there was no escaping death in an active war, the sentiment is appreciated. He's still a little unused to hearing it from others who aren't clone troopers, but...it's nice.

"In the Grand Army of the Republic, each battalion has a color," Echo explains. "I'm originally part of the 501st battalion. Blue was theirs, so I kept it when I became an ARC Trooper." Because he will always be a 501st trooper.

"I see," she says with pleased interest. Normally she'd be moving on through the hospital trying to find the next thing worth her attention, but it came to find her while she was unconscious. She's perfectly content to loiter here in the hall and chat for as long as he will.

"And what does your Grand Army fight for? What battle cry are you echoing?"

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