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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!

Thread ideas:

- 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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→ Hello
First things first. Before any real exploring is done, Athri hunkers down under the first protective overhang of rubble they can find, wedging themself in as tightly and securely as they can. There is tinkering that needs to be done, and you bet they're not going to be caught with their back exposed while they do it.

This might not be the exact device that they're used to, but they sure know a communicator when they see one. They'll just dwell on the fact that they can't remember how this one got on their person later.

Across the network, a video feed of big, reptilian eyes and a lot of dull bluish scales goes live. The strangely monotone voice that follows is halting and quick, as if they can't decide whether to stay quiet or get out as many words as they can in the height of their anxiety, so they kind of do both.

"Captain? Can you... are you hearing this? Is this thing connected or broadcasting or... Captain, can you read me? Or. I guess. Nick... Or Gabe or Rue or anybody just pick up the damned comm."

→ Creeping
When the comm absolutely isn't giving them what they want, they finally venture out for a little exploring. They're doing their best to be sneaky as they make their way through the ruins of the city, but they really don't have the patience to do a good job of it. So, anyone around can catch sight of a very stressed-looking bundle of lizardy nerves creeping along ledges and scurrying down alleyways.

They look mostly human at a distance, though not the correct color at all and their arms seem something like leathery wings folded against their body... and when they notice that they have been spotted, a mane of bristly spikes immediately flares out from their scalp and down their neck. And there they freeze, as though maybe if they don't move, they can't actually be seen.

→ Bishop
Then, they find actual ships, and nothing else matters in the world. It takes some finagling to find one that will actually let them in, but after that, the little reptile is all over every inch of the interior. Buttons are pressed, air vents are peered into, panels are peeled open so that the wires and connections can be inspected. And though they strangely understand only a tiny bit of what they're looking at, that doesn't deter them at all.

This is not the first time that they've had to pick foreign technology apart. Surely, if they just look at it long enough, something will begin to click.

...And when nothing does click, their anxiety hits a peak point of snapping, and they set in on the flight controls with near-panicked fervor. Flipping monitors on and off and yanking on the stick, they desperately try to get the ship to do something useful.

"--Come on, you scrapheap! Fly!"

Exploring

Cooper is used to getting crucial information from unorthodox sources, but the Data Point had been a completely new experience. Even so, he trusts it and takes it at face value, looking around the ruined cityscape with fresh eyes. He can accept being here, instead of where he thought he was going, because he has no other choice. The moment is what it is, and he chooses to look at it with love, instead of with fear. The fact that any living soul could have survived under such ardurous conditions, and build something that could endure them enough to sustain more people still, is extremely impressive to him. As he walks the streets, he looks for any sign of life, and will greet the first one he finds enthusiastically, regardless of their appearance, and offer a handshake.

"Hi, there. Special Agent Dale Cooper. How are you?"

Winter Is Coming

He'd volunteered for plant-gathering, intending to put his Eagle Scout knowledge to good use ... and completely forgotten that the plants on Agra 10 were likely to be completely different from those on Earth. So he hasn't gone very far into the grove he's found before turning to whatever soul decided to accompany him with a slight frown, holding up the two different-colored sacks he's brought along.

"Sorry to bother you, but - is this safe to eat? Or should I be harvesting it just for fuel?"

Can You Hear Me Now

[someone is from 1990 and not familiar with the concept of handheld, wireless communication devices. what he does know, however, are tape recorders, and as such he makes a rather silly assumption. a pleasant, quietly enthusiastic voice drifts over the network]

Diane, unfortunately I can't really confirm what day it is, anymore, but my watch says it's 2:05 PM. My last entry to you should have a proper timestamp - before I entered the Black Lodge. I'm afraid I've got a little bad news, Diane: that's not where I've ended up. I'm not sure if it was just a case of bad timing when I stepped into the circle, or some other aspect of Major Garland's top secret project, but I'm on a planet called Agra 10. It's absolutely incredible, like something out of a post-apocalyptic B-movie, the sort they used to play at the Drive-Ins when I was a much younger, far more impressionable little Cooper. I was never a big fan - as you know, Diane, I prefer fact to fiction - but having my feet on another planet makes it about as factual as it's going to get. The only thing for it is to have a look around, and try to find a purpose. If I'm meant to get back to Twin Peaks, to go on to the Lodge and save Annie, I'll do it, but ... if the universe has brought me here, one never knows. I may have other plans in store.

The human-sized pile of rags turns from where it was seemingly staring at nothing, to now stare very definitely at this stranger! They appear at least mostly human, and big, dark eyes blink wonderingly for a few moments before they try out some words.

"How are you," is first asked with the same inflection and cadence as the other man had used, before they try again with a different emphasis. "How are you?"

Oh, and then they notice the extended hand a few beats late. And instead of accepting the gesture straight-on, they more of... reach out to pinch at it, experimentally, between two fingers.

Those eyes are absolutely captivating, and Dale's swallowed up in them for a moment before accepting the odd handshake, still smiling.

"Oh, I'm alright, I suppose. Just a little disoriented. I just arrived, right back there." He points to the Data Point, demonstratively. "My name's Dale, Dale Cooper."

"Dale Cooper. Dale, Dale Cooper," they mumble to themself while they lean to one side, peering around him in the direction that he's pointing.

"Just arrived? Just now? Just here?" Dirty fingers thoughtfully fidget at their mouth for a moment. "Just from where?"

Curiosity killed the cat, the saying goes, but satisfaction brought the beast back.

He's no cat, but the raven that's spotted the lizard? He's equally as curious about this skittering one, and wings his way over, trailing them with an easy, lazy grace. And nothing about him, save one thing, might give away the game.

This raven's easily got a four-foot wingspan, sized accordingly. Still, he does try to perch far enough away so that this discrepancy is not...entirely obvious.

Their threat display (fright display? he's not sure what to call it) has the raven pausing again, his own ruff bristling, but he quorks and then makes a series of "bububuu" noises, tilting his head. Nothing to see here but a normal raven, right?

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 has been doing her best to be helpful and sociable the last couple of weeks. It meant a lot to her to be greeted by so many nice people who were willing to help during her first handful of days, so she's trying to pay it forward and help anyone else who wound up on Agra 10.

Even this guy. The teenager looks up from where she'd been carefully seaching through some foliage, takes one glance at whatever he's holding, and starts shaking her head.

"Oh, no, definitely don't eat it... Unless you like biting your own tongue. 'Cause you won't be able to feel your tongue. It's wild."

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...

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?"

Either fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, this individual has never seen a raven in their life. They've seen all manner of other birds and birdlike creatures on a dozen different planets, but they wouldn't know a raven from an almost-but-not-quite raven if one was staring them in the face.

So, they bristle again and give into an animalistic growl under their breath, before snapping out a much more human-sounding, "Don't you have something better to do, bug-breath? Go away."

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.

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?"

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.

a. forest

[Kaz isn't a fool. He realizes he needs food, water, shelter, and warmth. He knows the cold, an enemy in Ketterdam when he was small and lost everything. He feels like he's at square one here, and he's trying not to freak out about it. He did whatever it took to survive before, he'll do the same here.

The water in the fountain seems fine, since he's seen a few people drink from it. He doesn't really care to get sick, but he also doesn't want to get dehydrated in a place where he's at a disadvantage.

It was probably a bad idea to head in the forest. But he doesn't want to depend on anyone else for food. He collects fruit in his jacket setting it off to the side while he investigates this bush. He must look pretty odd in the forest, a teenager dressed in a suit and tie, shining cane with a crow's head handle in his gloved hand. But then again, he thinks he's alone.

He hears the crunch of the forest's floor under someone's foot and turns, eyes startled and lean frame prepared for a fight.]

b. hotel

[The hotel seems the best bet for a place to sleep tonight. Kaz makes the trek up the stairs, only getting to the third floor before giving up because of the pain in his leg. He finds an empty room (the only empty room? Ghezen, it was hard to find one) and slips in, not even thinking to try a lock or putting something in front of it.

It's difficult, without the Dregs here. And if he's being honest, he misses his crew, longs to even hear Inej's voice, see Jesper's ridiculous smile when he gets a good idea. He had tonight to come up with a plan, but he had very few resources and zero allies. It's not looking good.

He finds a thick blanket and lays it out over the bed frame. It doesn't feel great when he sits, but it's fine. He lies back, stretching his bad leg out with a wince and a pained grunt. hands helping the leg along. He just hopes this isn't someone else's room, and really hopes no one will walk in.]

c. wildcard

[Feel free to come up with a different prompt, or pm or pp me for help! Feel free to use brackets or prose and I'll match!]

Edited 2019-11-11 04:01 (UTC)

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.

This city is a basically a graveyard, right? It's fitting, because it seems that he has snagged the attention of a ghost.

The figure halts up as soon as they're spotted, paused quietly beside the wide trunk of a tree. Dressed head-to-toe in a cloak of pale rags, their face is down and mostly obscured by their hood, seemingly watching their own dirty, bare feet more than the person that they had just been moving toward.

And they don't say a thing, just standing there in silence.

"That's right," he says, watching the other person fidget, attempting to get a bead on them: They don't necessarily seem slow to him, just a little odd, and he's never one to judge against oddness, having a fair quantity of it himself. "From a town called Twin Peaks, Washington. How long have you been here?"

"Well, that's certainly important to know, thank you." He looks down at the strange little plant with renewed respect and interest before smiling at her a little in gratitude. "Does it have any other effects? If it's safe otherwise, it might be useful for anyone with a toothache."

Most of that answer doesn't seem to sink in, but the question does. They bring their attention back from past his shoulder and murmur a sound of acknowledgement, before setting into some deep thought. It takes effort to sort back through all the pieces and images that almost make up a memory, so they need several long seconds before they can start to put anything together.

"Long enough for... days. And faces twice or three times. Berries, vegetables, tasting. A box or cage or... hole? And I fell. In a lake."

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?"

"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.

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?"

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Athri | OC

Dale Cooper | Twin Peaks

Exploring

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Creeping

Misty Day | AHS: Apocalypse | DFAU

Winter is Coming!

Twin Roses!

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Greenhouse!

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Wildcard!

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Kaz Brekker | Six of Crows

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Forest

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