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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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The Twin Roses
It feels like it's been an eternity - and maybe it has been. In Hell, time is irrelevant. Whether it’s been five minutes or five thousand years, the torment never ceases. The Drift Fleet had oddly enough been a respite for Misty and now she stands again before the ship that had carried her to worlds she’d never imagined possible. Once the Windrose, then the Twin Roses, it doesn’t look quite as she remembers, but then, the Atroma were always changing things around, weren’t they? The big windows, though, those she remembers clearly. She remembers how she would press her face against the glass as a new planet came into view and she remembers her army of pet robots outfitted with squeegees helping her clean that glass until it was sparkling. She wonders if any of them are still on board or if anybody at all remains who would know her and could explain just what has happened here. How is she back? Where are the Atroma? And why is the ship here, in the middle of a city inhabited mainly by ghosts?

Only one way to find out- she boards the ship with some trepidation as she calls out in a shaky voice, “Hello? Anyone here?”

Winter Prep + Greenhouse and Farm
Though she may look more like she belongs more at Coachella than in the wilderness, Misty is quite the survivalist. Unfortunately, she’s most suited for surviving in the swamps of Louisiana, not exactly a place known for cold temperatures. Nor did she arrive with much more than a black lacy dress and thin shawl. So until she can find more substantial clothing, she spends a good deal of her time in the greenhouse and at the farm. Not only is it warmer, it's here where she feels the most useful there to her clan mates. She’s always had a way with plants and animals, encouraging them to grow and prosper by both magical and mundane means.

Still, there’s a lot for her to learn about the flora and fauna of Agra 10. From the not-quite squirrels to the not-quite lemons, she’s sure to be asking whoever is around to tell her more. “What about these?” she asks, pointing at an out-of-control vine crawling all over the walls and covered in tiny red berries. “They safe to eat or not?”

Wildcard
Misty will be doing a lot of exploring when she first arrives, so feel free to find her anywhere else in the city! Maybe you’ve taken pity on this poor coatless girl - she sure could use some warmth in her life!

ooc: I’m happy to use any of these for game canon, if it works out logistically. Also I will match either prose or brackets.

Krista doesn't belong on this ship, exactly, but she's been sneaking aboard everything that isn't the Bishop when she gets a chance, trying to note any changes, taking notes in her big hardbound journal with a quill-pen gifted to her by her pile of ghost friends.

She's realizing she doesn't remember everything quite the way she should. A lot of details are fuzzy, and she has to relearn so many things she didn't even realize she's missing... But the feeling of dread has stuck with her, though, and the sense that she is always being watched, so when a voice calls out from the entrance of the ship, she startles a lot more than she should have.

"Oh--" says a very quiet voice (she can't help it), as the teen glances nervously around before spotting Misty, "Oh, jeez. Sorry, should I not be here?"

At least someone answered! That's very good, seeing as she hasn't encountered any actual people yet, just that... computer thing, the one that downloaded information about Agra 10 into her brain. Lot like the augments, come to think about it. She touches the back of her neck and finds that familiar lump where the augment lies. One more question to find the answer to. Hopefully, this girl can help.

Misty offers her a reassuring smile. "I don't know. I don't even know if I should be in here. You're the first person I've seen, since..." She waves her hand vaguely in the direction of the courtyard and the data point at the center of the city. "Since I got here. Ain't been all that long, though."

"Oh...!"

She listens to all of this, visibly relaxing as she realizes what's actually going on. Seeming very adult-like for someone so young, she snaps her book shut and takes a few steps in the other's direction to close the gap.

"Got it, no worries. My name's Krista."

She'll stuff her book under her arm, and hold the other out for a handshake. She didn't miss the small gesture towards what looks like an augment, but she's busy giving a small, reassuring smile of her own.

"And, uh, I think this is where I should probably say 'welcome'?"

Misty looks a little familiar to her, too. She just can't pinpoint exactly how. Maybe she was one of the dozens of faces that crossed the network back then...

It's all easier, this second time around. She's doesn't sound at all scared or worried. Instead, her voice is full of genuine warmth as she takes Krista's hand in hers, "Nice to meet you! I'm Misty." If she recognizes Krista, she shows no sign of it. Her memories are probably fuzzier than most, given where she ended up after the Drift Fleet.

She drops her hand and spins slowly, taking in everything. It's a little like stepping into a dream, where things are not exactly right, but you know what they are anyway. She runs a hand across one of the control panels but doesn't push any buttons. She knows better than that.

"How long have you been here?"

Krista just watches, curious to see what she does and doesn’t do. She doesn’t seem dangerous or nervous or anything, so that’s a pretty good sign.

“Um, about a month now. Maybe a month and a half.”

She looks over at the controls as well, before adding, “I was stuck in the Drift Fleet for about a year before that, though.”

Misty lights up at the mention of the Fleet and her smile only grows. Granted, she was one of the few to have positive feelings about being in the Fleet but she's also pleased to meet someone who was there too. "Really? What ship were you on, before? This one was mine." She pauses and considers her surroundings, especially the unfamiliar bits. "Well... kinda."

The Vision had picked up the Agriculture data point upon first discovering it, and had not regretted his choice since. The greenhouse is vast, full of interesting and unique plant life, and gives him a valuable way to provide for the community. Someone who didn't know him well would probably have guessed that he'd pick up Engineering or perhaps Communications or Piloting, but--just because he's made of technology doesn't mean it's the only thing there is to him.

And he'd developed a fondness for gardening back on the Windrose, after all.

He's on one of the upper floors when Misty finds her way in, and he's harvesting some flowers from a large thistle-like plant. "Tommy?" he calls down, not looking away from the thorny plant as he plucks some petals. "Is that you? The purple tiger-roots aren't going to be ready until tomorrow, I think. Is everything going well with the mint?"

Misty's heart skips a beat when she hears his voice calling down from above. Hears it, but doesn't quite believe it. Cautiously, she approaches the bottom of the stairs and looks up. That's him all right, nestled in among the thistles. Of course he'd be drawn to the greenhouse, just like her.

She climbs the first few steps but then stops. What if it's not her Vision? What if it's someone else, from another time, another place, someone who doesn't know her at all? She'd seen it happen before, in the Fleet. People disappeared and came back, with no memory of their time in this world.

"Vision?" Her voice shakes. She's not sure if she can withstand the heartbreak of looking into the face of someone she loves so much and have him look back at her as a stranger.

The voice is not Tommy at all - it's one he holds very dear, and one he'd never expected to hear again. He drops the strange plants in astonishment and phases right through the plants over to the stairwell, eyes full of both hope and that dreadful anticipation that he's only imagining things, or hearing them wrong, or--

But no, there's his little swamp witch on the stairs, and he gets the biggest, brightest smile. "As I live and breathe, Misty Day. Come here, my dear." And if she does recognize him--she must, she'd called his name--he'll envelop her in a warm hug. He's had experience in hugs over the past few years, after all.

"You remember," she says softly as her eyes well up with tears. For a moment, she's so overwhelmed by her emotions that she doesn't move, not until he opens up his arms to her. She runs into his embrace and wraps her arms tightly around him, like she's scared he'll disappear if she lets go. Burying her face into his shoulder she lets out a quiet sob.

"I remember," he confirms, smiling down at Misty and very lightly stroking her hair. "Though it's been several years from my perspective, I admit. Are you well, my dear?"

There's so much he could share with her - the ultimate fate of the Drift Fleet and the Marsiva, the life he's made since then, the wedding band on his ring finger - but right now he's simply happy to see a friend that he thought was gone forever.

She doesn't answer, not right away. Instead, she keeps her forehead pressed against the comfort of his shoulder, unable to look up at him quite yet. A few more sobs escape her. How does she even begin to explain what she's been through over the past... seven? Eight years? Has it really almost been a decade? All her sense of time has been warped.

It takes her a minute to collect herself and when she does finally look up at him, her cheeks are tear stained and her smile weak and sad."I'm afraid I haven't been well in a long time." Knowing how he'll probably react to that, she tries to offer a little bit of comfort by reaching up and touching his cheek. "Seeing you makes it better, though."

Don't break his heart like that, Misty. He raises a hand to wipe those tears away with his thumb. "Well, I'm here now, and we'll just have to see about making things better, won't we?"

Things aren't easy here on Agra 10, but he has a feeling she'd like finding a way to survive in this urban jungle better than being on a mostly-sterile ship all the time. It's not quite her swamp, but there's so much plant life she must feel a little more at home here, surely.

"Has it been a while for you as well, then?"

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Someone has indeed noticed a chilly newcomer exploring the ruins of this city. Looking like a manifestation of the lonely, forgotten places here, a pale being dressed head-to-toe in a coat of rags appears occasionally in the distance as Misty travels. Sometimes perched up in the hollow of a crumbling balcony, sometimes wandering past the opposite mouth of a long alleyway, they never seem focused on her but they get a little closer each time.

Eventually, they step out onto the same street she's on, still with a healthy distance between them but closer than they'd gotten so far. And they're finally moving in the same direction that she is... though, it's a little aimless and they seem to be paying more attention to the shuffling of their own bare, dirty feet than to her.

Misty feels them before she sees them. Ghosts hardly scare her - usually they're simply lost souls in need of direction. There are far worse things out there than them anyhow. No, she's more confused than alarmed. To feel so many of them and such a great concentration in one small space is very unusual.

Her confusion only grows once she actually sees the ragged figure following her. She keeps stopping to try to get a closer look but they keep moving in and out of the shadows. When they finally get close enough to talk to she says, very gently, "Hello there. Do you need some help?"

Hearing her voice seems to surprise them, even though they'd been heading more or less right for her. Looking up from their feet, a pair of strange, flat-black eyes fix on her--not malevolent or hungry, just watching.

"Do you need some help?" Their voice is odd and soft, but the words and the cadence that they speak them in is borrowed straight from her. "Some help?"

They imitate her, like some sort of strange little magpie, and she gets the feeling they're trying to communicate best they can. "Were you trying to help me? Is that why you were following me?"

Dozens and dozens of pieces of dead spirits all jammed together in one spot... but they suddenly smile brightly like one happy child, as she fills in their words for them.

"Following and helping. Or trying." Still mostly borrowing her words, but they're able to rearrange them a little bit better this time. And they resume their approach, since she helped them figure out what they'd meant instead of chasing them away.

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

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?"

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Steve hasn't seen this woman before but her attire makes him immediately think of the young people he's seen in the streets of New York. Her accent, however, doesn't match that when she speaks.

He glances away from the protein-rich vegetable he was eating and instead looks at the berries. Steve has no idea what they are and it probably shows with the apologetic look on his face.

"I know the bigger red fruits are alcoholic," he offers. "And I think everything in here is edible. But... Tommy would know for sure."

No, definitely not New York! She's Louisiana, through and through. She's never even been to New York, though she would have liked to go. Guess there's not much chance of that now.

"Tommy?" She considers the tiny berries for a moment more before turning her attention fully to Steve. "I've heard his name mentioned a lot around her, but I haven't met him. Is he the head gardener?"

"I guess you can call him that. Around here you can download information for different skills. He got agriculture and takes it very serious. You should see the floor of mint."

Steve smiles a little wider and holds his hand out in a greeting. "Steve Rogers. Earth. One of them, anyway. You just arrive?

She shakes his proffered hand and with says, "Pleased to meet you. My name's Misty Day. I'm from Earth too, " With a small laugh, she drops his hand. "Louisiana, if you couldn't already tell. Got here a few days ago. But I was here, before, back when the ships belonged to the Atroma." At this point, she's run into enough former members of the Fleet that she assumes he's probably heard about it before.

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Twin Roses!

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Greenhouse

apologies for the slow response!

Same here!

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