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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! There's a map here 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. The hotel seems to be the most crowded, but you might want into what appears to be an abandoned storefront and find someone else scavenging or even sleeping.

- There are spaceships! That's right, there are currently several small spaceships grounded in the hangar. They appear to have power, but only one ship will let you enter. (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 it might be worth poking around the one that will...

- Is that a chill in the air? It seems to be getting just a little colder, day by day... or maybe it's your imagination? But just in case it's not, you might want to thinking about prepping for what could be winter. Does that mean gathering plants to dry for food? Stockpiling water, or trying to get the power to stay steady in the buildings so you won't freeze (does it even get down to freezing, here - who knows!)? It's up to you!

- Can you hear me now? 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.

- 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...

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In general or right now?

I don't have a good answer either way so I'm not sure why I asked.

I guess...both, not that it matters.

In a nutshell, we are kidnapped by aliens who are bad at spelling.

More broadly we're supposed to be rebuilding a society for kidnapping aliens who are bad at spelling.

Not sure if that helps.

How can aliens be bad at spelling like... you'd think they'd have spell check if they could kidnap us, right?

I don't know if it helps but it doesn't hurt.

Rayla had been tracking him since he appeared in the forest. Following in the trees above, she was wary. She knew Soren from when he'd attempted to knock off Ezran while they were at the top of the Caldera at the Moon Nexus after Zym hatched.

He wasn't exactly on the top of the list when it came to people she wanted to see... especially after he'd attempted to kill that dragon.

As he approached the hotel, she launched herself from the trees, flipping over his head, and landing directly in his path, blocking him from entering the building.

"You'd better no' be here ta cause trouble!"

Accusatory finger point at his face.

Arrival in Hell
The last thing South recalls is the mission with North and Carolina, banging around in the back of the pelican as Niner hit every space pothole possible. Then she's waking up...here? Wherever 'here' is. She's up in a frenzy, grabbing for her pistol and scanning the room quickly for any threats. But her hand comes up empty after groping her hip for a second where it should be. Well, fuck it, she can fight, raising her fists in a fight-ready stance as soon as it clicks that she's unarmed.

All she sees is flickering panels, foliage, a jacked up fountain. The place looks like hell, and while the tall buildings and technology aren't really anything new to her, she knows she hasn't been here in her life. It's like ruins, deteriorating and abandoned. It looks clear of anyone, any enemies, but she's not trusting that for one second-

Oh. What the fuck is that?

South's gaze falls on the orb, narrowing her eyes suspiciously at it a moment. It...feels weird. Like it's drawing her closer, her boots dragging slightly in resistance as she's pulled towards it. She doesn't want to touch it, but goddamn if her hand isn't lifting anyways to caress it. She probably looks like she's frozen all of a second, just standing there as the flash of information floods her. But she staggers back after just a breath, a hand moving to her forehead as she tries to grasp what the hell is going on.

As her head is spinning, unable to make sense of the situation, she hears a noise. The what's and why's can wait, she spins to face the sound, muscles all tight and fists tightening in anticipation for danger. She doesn't call out to whoever is there just out of sight, she keeps quiet as she inches back towards the fountain, planning to use it as cover if she needs to.

Shopping in The City

South isn't sure what to make of this place, of the stupid info-bomb orb, or any of it. She's actually fairly sure she's either straight up dead and this is some kind of purgatory, or she got knocked out and is having a very intense coma dream. Whatever it is, the nip of chilly air feels real, and the gnawing in her stomach does too. There isn't much in the way of choices. Either she can wait it out and see if she dies, possibly again. Or scavenge for supplies while waiting this out, see if she wakes up from a coma induced hallucination or if she is stuck here and really does need them.

So she scavenges. So far, she's gotten a decent pair of boots, they're a little long in the toe but they lace up past her ankle so it's fine. She's found some alright enough clothes, a pair of jeans that fit a little short and a shirt that's a little tight, but they'll work fine for now. The jacket she found has holes in a couple places, but it blocks the cool air out well enough. Between these finds and her undersuit, she feels somewhat comfortable to look for other things. She's even managed to scrounge up a sack, and with no holes! It only has a few heavily worn spots. Now she just needs to fill it with useful shit.

Feeling naked without a weapon or even her armor, she hangs back a safe scouting distance, eyes scanning the storefront for any movement. She's seen way too many people in the hotel, which she pointedly avoided, but this storefront seems safe so far. No movement for the last several minutes, at least.

She hustles inside quickly and quietly, sack ready in one hand, the other hand poised to start digging through the mess of shelves to find something. She's elbow deep in some rubble, fishing out metal to see if anything can be crafted into a weapon, when the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Pausing to focus on listening, she makes out the sound of footsteps approaching. South pushes up from the spot she's been kneeling, stepping quietly as possible to slip behind the shelf, peering out around it just enough to see who or what is coming.

Starduck, The Space Duckling

With her precious sack of supplies slung over her shoulder, South trudges along to continue her endless search for goodies. She's layered up, probably too much, with her undersuit, pants, shirt, and jacket. But she's not setting a single thing down and risking it disappearing. So far, the people around here seem alright enough. She's certain she can take any one of them, but they mostly seem as lost as she is with this whole ordeal and not really a threat.

Still. She's not trusting any of them. To the point that, even with the hotel seeming to be the most popular spot to tuck in for the night, she's been only somewhat resting in various other buildings around. Ones without people near when her guard is slightly down. She doesn't stay long anyways, just enough to let her get adequate rest so she can stay alert. Then she's off again, like she is now.

At least she's not lurking anymore, trying to stay in the shadows or ducking behind hiding places when she hears another person. No, she's just moving along, boots giving a soft thud as she continues. But the steps stop abruptly as her attention is entirely thrown for a loop. A ship. More than one. An actually fucking ship?!

South runs up to one and- fuck. It's locked. She checks a couple more, hope startling to fizzle, until at long last, one allows her to open it. The Starduck. Weird fucking name, but she couldn't give less of a shit. She tracks dirt along with her, eyes peering over every fancy detail on the way in. It's shiny, lavish, like a luxury ship from back home. Still, while she could do without the bells and whistles, if it can fly, that's all she cares about.

She's hoping to find the cockpit first, she's no pilot but UNSC training had them run a couple courses. It can't be that different, right? However, the first door she pops open looks like the barracks. Or bunks. A place to sleep. She eyes the beds skeptically, a real mattress? Seriously? She might scream. Her hands move to touch dirty palms over one of the bunks, slipping to press into the bed to see if it's really, actually soft. God, her back is singing hymns already.

Of course, though, just as she's starting to feel the little bubbles of hope build in her chest, they're popped as she hears someone else wandering up her way. She adjusts her sack still hanging over her shoulder, the small smile over a real bed melting into a half scowl as she waits to see who's bothering her now.

She's no Electrician but...

Alright! South has a set of clothes over her undersuit, has managed to find another set that she has tucked safely in her sack, and while she's dubious of the food she's gathered, it seems edible enough for now. While sleeping arrangements are still...being made, she decides to take a stab at this power issue going on. Some steady electricity will be good in general, but especially if winter is coming.

So, she picks a building that seems pretty deserted after her good hour of watching, and heads on in. After some searching, she locates the breaker in a back room, possibly an old laundry room but she's not sure. She doesn't have tools, and that's step two, find something safe to poke at electric shit without dying.

Hesitantly, she squirrels away her sack of supplies, then sets out to explore the building for said tools. She's still not bothering to sneak or be quiet, thumping her boots across the floor as she moves through the first room. After not finding any tools, or other goodies to haul back to her supplies, she hauls herself into another room and-

Oh. It's not an empty room, shit. She stands in the door way, sizing up the person before she bluntly lets out, "Who are you?"

Does This Thing Use Electricity?

[South has gone through every single program and pixel of this tablet, and it's absolutely zero help with any useful information to her. Alright, that's not fair, she is pleased with the info on the flora and fauna, and other people, and all of that. But it doesn't spell out how to get home right now this instant- so, its stupid. At least she knows it works, she's seen other people posting shit, so, she'll give it a shot, sending out a typed post.]

This is Agent South Dakota, looking for any members of Project Freelancer or the UNSC.

[Now, she had considered not giving any information or names out so openly, but if anyone she knows might be here, she wants to be nose to nose with them as soon as possible.]

Edited 2019-11-26 09:09 (UTC)

Soren let out a startled cry at the sudden appearance of Rayla. She had been the last person he expected to see here. He stumbled backwards a bit, but caught himself before falling completely.

"Woah! Easy there!" Soren replied, his expression full of surprise and nervousness. "I just arrived here? How can I cause trouble for just arriving?"

He understood that she had every right to be accusing him. Not with all the trouble he caused in the past. They weren't on great terms. Yet...things changed since then.

It is a nice spot. From here, she can almost imagine they're on a lush, fragrant world, not one that's wasted away. Before she sits, she takes a moment to sniff one of the flowers that hangs over the bench. While unfamiliar, it's pleasant. When he speaks she looks down at him and nods. "Close. 2014."

With sigh, she finally sits. "Do you remember how I was when I first came to the fleet?"

Aww. Weird still, but definitely cute. Misty smiles back. "Don't worry, you can come closer, I don't mind."

"Oh, I don't know... maybe because last time you 'just arrived'," with air quotes, "you tried to off Ezran?"

Sorry, Soren... but things hadn't changed for Rayla, yet. Have fun wrapping that brain around this one.

Problem with when you arrive and catch the attention of a speedster is that it's really hard to be prepared for them, right? Tommy is the best example of that, because he's not exactly the best at respecting people's nerves. Like in this case. He'd been approaching and noticed a new person. Noticed them freak and reach for a gun. No gun, though. Thanks Agrii.

So he stood back and watched. Watched her get her first download, still makes his brain itch. Stood back and then took a step forward to try and greet the woman. But nope, she's jumpy. Thus, with the stranger looking ready to fight he throws himself in to a burst of speed. Faster than even Carolina ever would have been able to manage. Mach four is nice, after all. And just like that he's behind her, sitting on the edge of the fountain.

"Chill out, ain't nobody going to hurt you here. Except for stupid well meaning Agrii shit."

Of course he likes that. Who doesn't like that? It's the best. The absolute best.

"Yeah. I mean, supposedly you can cook with it. Vision has done ice cream, and Wanda is about deep frying some."

Just try it. He pushes the plate toward Gar.

.....

Soren could feel his face going red as he tried to figure out how to say. He was in a tough situation and Rayla was someone who took a while to convince. That much he learned from the time they had together and everything he did made it worse.

---

"I want to apologize for that. I was under my father's orders. I really didn't feel comfortable with those orders, but I was trying to gain his approval. Only later ...I began to realize it wasn't the right thing to do and I've been trying to fix that since the last time we met."

I did? ... Oh.

[Dale winces a little but recovers quickly and well]

Quite sorry about that, then. Special Agent Dale Cooper: didn't mean to inconvenience you in the least.

That's the most interesting answer he's gotten to a question in a few days, which, for someone from Twin Peaks, is saying something. He takes a moment to think about that. Being brought here from somewhere else was disorienting enough when you already thought you were crossing dimensions ... he can only imagine what it must have felt like for this poor fellow.

"So you've been surviving on the native food here, and you fell in the lake while foraging?" He wants to make sure he's following along properly. "Sounds like you're having a tough time adapting, friend."

Nope. Not liking that. Not one bit.

South hardly has time to comprehend it's a moving person before he's settled and speaking, which definitely doesn't help her nerves one bit. Is she in danger? She's pretty sure she's in danger. Sorry bud, it's mostly not personal, blame it on the creepy world she's woken up to and the glowy magic 8 ball with too many answers except any actually useful fucking answers- but she's not much hearing a word he's saying.

Instead, she does a dive and roll away from him, ending in a tight kneeling position as she bears her teeth defensively, "What the fuck are you supposed to be?"

They accept the invitation readily, going from lingering in and out of shadows at a distance to shuffling right on up to her, dragging their big, crowded aura with them. When they stop, it's at a distance more reserved for friends than strangers, peering curiously at her face as they get close.

"Are you..." They pause while searching for a word that might work, but all they manage to come up with is "...home?"

There's plenty of people that just get uncomfortable with being admired. Gar's somewhere in between the two.

"Ahh..." Gar's still eyeing it dubiously but finally accepts it and takes a taste. It isn't the worst thing in the world.

"Huh."

"Huh!" He's already absolutely charmed: but then, when it comes to the wonders of nature and Dale Cooper, it doesn't take much. Just ask him sometime what he thinks of Douglas Firs. He takes the strange fruit from her and shines it a little on his sleeve like an apple before acting as suggested, his expression studious and critical as he chews. After a moment, that melts into bewilderment, then a bright smile.

"Well, I'll. Be. Darned." He points it at her in lieu of his finger, beaming. "You are absolutely right! Hou odd! I wonder what made them evolve to look like this, here, instead of the shape and color we know them as. ... Were you studying botany before you came here? Or is this just prior experience here, that I'm hearing now?"

The Vision looks away from Misty for a moment, eyes unfocusing as he remembers. It was a lifetime ago for him, but the memories are there.

"You had been hurt," he says slowly. "You were afraid we would reject you because of your abilities; you didn't understand them fully yourself. But you wanted to like and trust people, I think. Whatever had happened to you hadn't broken your faith in people."

"Exactly. Like, it's a TERRIBLE fucking texture, but it's tasty. There's like, a lot of flavors."

Tommy gestures for the guy to follow him. Come check this out.

Really? That far away what are you supposed to do, lady? Tommy rolls his eyes. Woman, chill.

"I'm a human. Mostly. Who isn't nearly as jumpy as you are. Go figure. Guess I'm the welcoming committee. Welcome to our new personal hell?"

Entirely not her fault, everything is weird as hell and fast boy not even in enhanced armor is unsettling to put it lightly. She narrows her eyes suspiciously, quiet for the long moment before she gets to her feet finally.

She's still stiff and tense, not letting her guard down but she does let her fists fall to her sides, still eyeing him for any threatening movements. He doesn't look dangerous, but she's not trusting that alone.

"How'd you do that?" South asks after another hard stare, vaguely waving a hand from the place he was to where he is now. She doesn't reply to the rest, her concerns are what the fuck was that?

Blondie, he's dangerous as hell. He can punch you at such speeds that you'd pretty much just go to paste. Yay force!

"How'd I do what? Get over here? I walked."

It was a nice little jaunt for him. It's fun to go fast.

Gar wants to be like but spaceships but he makes a note of where he'd found this one that he's actually able to get open so he can explore later. Might as well make a friend and whatever.

"Kinda hard to get past the texture..." just a little bit.

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