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Opening Test Drive Meme


TEST DRIVE
Application FAQ | Taken Characters | Reserves | Application


Welcome to the first Test Drive for The Revival Project!

For those who do not know, this game is a spin-off from The Drift Fleet game, which is shortly closing. For more information about what this game is about, please check out the FAQ here or the premise here.

The TDM for the first round of applications is NOT required but is highly recommended. Really this is to see the interest level in the game as well as to have everyone interact on the new planet and with the new experiences offered here. There will be a post in the TDM where questions can be asked regarding the prompts/settings. We're keeping this loose though so go ahead and have fun with it. Any questions about the game please direct to the comment section of the FAQ. 

If you are a Drift Fleet alumni, please label your character as 'DFAU' on your top level so we know. 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! The only option not allowed is to completely restart your character (because then it's not DFAU, is it?) 

So go! Explore Agra 10! And, as always, HAVE FUN! 

*ATTENTION! RESERVES ARE NOW OPEN!*
*ATTENTION! APPLICATIONS ARE NOW OPEN!*
*GAME OPENS AUGUST 19th!*


WHALE COMB PARTY


In the square near your arrival point, one building seems to be in fairly good repair. It’s large and stark white on every wall. Unlike the other buildings, all the lights are on and the windows looking out are intact. That alone would make it remarkable but it’s hardly the most noticeable thing once you step inside the open doorway.

Hanging against one wall is a piece of fabric that has ‘WHALE COMB!’ painted on it in drippy, fluorescent pink letters. A smiley is painted underneath it right on the wall with three eyes and long fangs. The fangs drip down all the way to the floor and the eyes are just a blob of paint, but whoever left it seems to have been trying, here. ‘US THANK THEY!’ is written beside it, barely legible. On every other wall is ‘EAT’ in various sizes and colors. They thankfully don’t drip as much as the smiley since, beneath them, are tables upon tables of food.

There are meats, fruits, root vegetables, and even what might be a sweet dessert of some sort as well. Bowls are full of them, apparently a welcome dinner for the Agrii’s new heroes. At the very least it will give everyone a quick crash course on what is edible around here. But some of it might have … adverse effects:

- People chomping down on the striped meat all seem to get very drowsy a few minutes later.
- The red fruit that looks like a giant cherry is the equivalent of a few shots - the more consumed, the more drunken this party is getting.
- There is a bowl of weeds that have small, daisy-like flowers all along the stalks. This tastes like chicken and gives the eater a sudden burst of energy that will have them running around the room like they’re being chased.
-There are a collection of drinks, some made from the red fruit, some that are clearly water, some that taste like a less-sweet lemonade with no effects, and then there's a blue one that tastes like an especially dark beer. People drinking this will find themselves incapable of lying for a half hour.

Of course, no way to know any of this before you chow down. So dig in and enjoy the show!

 

LOST AND ALONE


They said don’t go into the forest. If the noises there weren’t deterrent enough then the thick trees and lack of paths should have been. Yes, you’ll need food. Yes, both meat and many fruits are in the forest. But maybe you should have gotten some more information before heading in.

Congratulations: you went into the forest and are now lost. You can’t hear the murmurings from town, nor can you see any of the lights that might be flickering on and off in the city. How are you going to get back into town? How do you make sure that the creatures here don’t attack you? You probably don’t have any weapons, so you’d better figure something out quick.

Or, maybe you’ll get lucky and run into another foolish person wandering around out here. Try not to attack them - unless they attack first.

 

MILES TO GO


The first thing every survivor needs to find is shelter. Not long after your arrival at the fountain, it’s getting darker now and, even if the night is short (you’re about to find out it’s not!), you don’t want to spend your first one out on an unfamiliar street. Distantly you can hear a sound like a wolf howling through an elephant’s trunk. It’s loud and alien. Maybe you want to find somewhere to sleep a little more quickly.

Right away there are two pretty solid options that will do nicely for the night: an abandoned hotel-like structure and some empty stores.

The hotel structure seems to be the most popular option for others. Its large, overgrown lobby leads you to the staircase and over a dozen floors of rooms in varying conditions. Despite it looking as though no one has set foot in here for decades, the stairs and floors all are secure. The rooms that have doors on them open up to dusty rooms that all have a bathroom (of sorts) attached and long, narrow bed frames. Figuring out a mattress will be a challenge but at least this is a safe place to sleep. As long as no animals laid claim to this room before you got in...

But let’s say the room in the hotel doesn’t work for you. Maybe the room is too small for you. Maybe you don’t like the stairs. Maybe you want someplace private to separate yourself from the rest of these strangers and to think quietly about what to do next. Either way, the other option is any number of abandoned stores lining the block where you arrived. The glass doors and windows of many are broken but there are just as many intact as well. The rooms are all large and empty, as whatever wares inside were either taken or dissolved over the years. There may be a counter or two that will get you off the ground, though. With all this space, you’re bound to find something to sleep on.

Unless someone else got there, first...


code bases by tricklet

blindrecipe: (ffxv199)

Whale Comb

[personal profile] blindrecipe 2019-08-07 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well, the feeling of being watched is nothing unusual. The lack of the mocking voice of Ardyn Izunia is welcome, no doubt, but the sudden silence after the extreme humming of machinery is unnerving for Ignis. Not that he'd ever let it show.

Carefully, he moves in a circle, ready to summon his knives or wield his cane in his own defense should the need arise. He can't hear anything inherently dangerous and that is suspicious. The lack of Gladio's deep, heavy breathing and Prompto's sharp, shallow gasps helps add to his discomfort. And the sound of his own steady breaths echoing back is much quicker than it should be if they were still in Zegnautus.]


Prompto, Gladio, Noct.

[It's not a question when he calls out for his friends. There's definitely a part of him that feels that he won't get a response, or the response he will get is one he doesn't really want, but he still has to try.

Finally, the sound of someone breathing loudly reaches his ears and he turns on light feet in that direction, poised to fight if he has to.]


Who's there?
stillgotmyleftarm: (neutral good)

[personal profile] stillgotmyleftarm 2019-08-07 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)

Great, then you can tell me all about it.

I guess I might run into a version of you in my own world, if I ever go back. Best to be prepared.

[But he doesn't want to go back.]

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[personal profile] stillgotmyleftarm 2019-08-07 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)

Bucky laughs softly - "Stevie? Stevie, Stevie, Stevie," he chants, mostly just to see the look on Steve's face. He feels... well, frankly, he feels kinda buzzed, between the fruit and the drink that's making his lips way too loose. Yeah, he guesses buzzed is about right.

But that's what makes it easy, really, to grin a little stupidly, putting all that talk behind them when Steve touches his face, encourages him closer, and Bucky most definitely goes, as though sitting in a corner is going to hide them as well as muffle their words. What the hell ever. If someone doesn't want to watch them making out, they can go find something else to eat. Because he leans in, murmuring softly, "Yeah. I want to see how far I can stick my tongue down your throat. You game?"

It is definitely not a solution. But Bucky's admittedly a little tired of being 'on,' here and now - he's tired of being in survival mode, of worrying about what's going to come next, and he only had to miss Steve for days, but it still felt like a long time. Plus, it seems, he's got some lost time to make up to Steve.

Bucky is so fucking glad to have him back. He doesn't want to think about the possibility that Steve might have never known what happened to him. That he might never see this Steve again. That he still doesn't know where his own Steve is, and he hopes the guy is okay, because it's still Bucky's job to worry about him, to care about him, to be there for him. But right now, he just wants to get his mouth on Steve's, and stop worrying about shit for five consecutive seconds. Or hours. Or whatever.

stillgotmyleftarm: (smile 1)

[personal profile] stillgotmyleftarm 2019-08-07 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)

Bucky snorts, lacing his fingers with Steve's because, "Hell yeah, I remember. God, I really wish I'd had a cellphone back then. I coulda made a picture or your face right after show up whenever you called me, how great would that have been?"

Dum Dum had been, to say the least, marginally famous for the bad, barely drinkable alcohol concoctions he'd always seemed to get ahold of - and fill his canteen with. "Morita was always swiping that shit to disinfect wounds, although I'm surprised it never killed anybody instead," Bucky points out, bumping elbows with Steve.

(And if Steve thinks Bucky isn't still paying attention to his every move for adverse effects... well, sometimes Steve's a little thick.)

"We are goin' the right way... right?"

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[personal profile] stillgotmyleftarm 2019-08-07 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)

Bucky squints at the sky, like that might reveal whether they're in for a night that is hours or days long. (To his knowledge, it is not possible to tell that information from merely looking, but it seems worth putting in the effort.) "That would suck," he acknowledges, though it doesn't sound like he's so unaccustomed to the concept that it's unfathomable. This definitely isn't the first planet that's not Earth that he's set foot on.

"But yeah, if it starts getting darker, we're probably gonna want to find a place to ride out the night," he agrees. "I'm not sure whether up a tree is safer or not. On Earth it might be, but..." He cocks his head, as if to ask whether she wants to weigh in on the matter.

tingmoonshadowpowers: (Oh Ha Ha Riiiiight)

[personal profile] tingmoonshadowpowers 2019-08-07 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rayla nodded.]

It is pretty awful. Just means we'll need to put some effort into cleaning this place up.

[She took a deep breath, letting it out in a determined huff as she placed her hands on her hips.]

We'll be here for a while, so might as well make the best of it.
subject_f: (that's stupid and shut up)

[personal profile] subject_f 2019-08-07 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Gonna make fixing these beds my purpose in life...

[ Muttering and grumbling. Someone will thank her for it, she's sure. ]
tingmoonshadowpowers: (Rayla Is Not Impressed)

[personal profile] tingmoonshadowpowers 2019-08-07 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Striped meat in and of itself is kinda weird. Don't think I woulda tried that.

I guess the tubers will work.

[She moved to examine closer, looking, putting a few on the plate to poke at and sniff.]

So... why don'cha need food? Everyone needs ta eat.
seeingscarlet: (happy; 220)

[personal profile] seeingscarlet 2019-08-07 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
He's not her dad, but he's the closest person to it she has. It had hurt not to have Clint at the wedding, even though Wanda was glad he was safe at home and hadn't drawn the Atroma's attention. She'd just always wished she could tell him, and Pietro, and the rest of the Avengers that she was going to be all right.

Now she has the chance, but this time they're in a much worse situation. The Atroma had at least kept them fed (with food that wasn't drugged), and while her bed hadn't been comfortable at first, Wanda hadn't been forced to sleep on the floor again. Here nothing seemed assured. And anything could be lurking out in the darkness.

"I will save it for a bad day, then." His or hers, it doesn't matter. Wanda clings to him for another minute and she's still smiling when she releases him. "You didn't answer my first question," she tells him gently. "Are you all right?"
tingmoonshadowpowers: (Worried)

[personal profile] tingmoonshadowpowers 2019-08-07 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
I suppose that could be considered a measure for safety. [She had an oddly Scottish sounding accent for someone who looked so alien. She also seemed to step back a bit, keeping a big personal bubble around Bucky.] Though, that doesn't offer up much for any other weird effects. If someone's used magic on these, people might start acting differently.
tingmoonshadowpowers: (Grr Fight Me)

[personal profile] tingmoonshadowpowers 2019-08-07 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rayla crouched in the bushes. She hadn't expected to be caught so easily.]

Don't go castin' none o' yer dark magic spells, human. I'm not gonna kill ya here.
tingmoonshadowpowers: (You Really Have No Clue)

[personal profile] tingmoonshadowpowers 2019-08-07 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rayla looked mildly amused.]

Well, it's at least a useful purpose.
wingmans: (Goldeneye)

[personal profile] wingmans 2019-08-08 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ sam snorts. ]

It all depends on how much of a jackass you plan on being.
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[personal profile] outstandingbalance 2019-08-08 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
Depends how you look at it.

[She glances around them, indicating their immediate situation. He hasn't missed much of that.

Otherwise... Natasha looks older.]


There's a lot of catching up to do, but only some of it's relevant to where we are now.
wingmans: (Prairie Falcon)

[personal profile] wingmans 2019-08-08 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ sam notices though he doesn't bring it up. ]

I don't like being kept in the dark, relevant or not.
outstandingbalance: (pic#13347311)

[personal profile] outstandingbalance 2019-08-08 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
Most people don't.

[She sigh and her lips twitch. It's good to see him.]

What do you want to know? Other than if we should eat this.
wingmans: (Murre)

[personal profile] wingmans 2019-08-08 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
Anything that happened after we went to Wakanda.

[ a pause. ]

Which apparently, Wanda knew nothing about.
outstandingbalance: (pic#13361471)

[personal profile] outstandingbalance 2019-08-08 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
She wouldn't. We didn't tell her.

[What good would telling her have done?]

What's the last thing you remember?
seeingscarlet: (girl; 229)

[personal profile] seeingscarlet 2019-08-08 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
You shouldn't have to.

[She squeezes him gently and then releases him. And that, more than anything else, is why she wants to help him. She doesn't know exactly what he's referring to but she can guess, and former experiments have to stick together.]

He could never annoy me. He's...he's wonderful. [Sorry Tommy, she will always be a dork in love. That's the other thing about Maximoffs - she just can't feel anything by halves.]
wingmans: (Storm-Petrel)

[personal profile] wingmans 2019-08-08 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ sam is decidedly unimpressed and it shows. it's not about good or bad and weighing things like that is a bit like playing god with your friends. ]

Like I said. Heading to Wakanda.
doubled_speed: (A Lot To Think About)

[personal profile] doubled_speed 2019-08-08 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Tommy gets the not feeling things by halves. He has seen it in Billy too. Especially in love. Tommy? Never loved anyone. Seems a good way to get hurt.

At last he squirms from her arms and frowns at her, half a step back.]


Shouldn’t doesn’t seem to keep it from happening, though. Which doesn’t matter. It’s in the past. I, uh, should probably give you some space.
beenalongday: (pic#13353931)

[personal profile] beenalongday 2019-08-08 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
Well, he's trying not to come across as some arrogant tool here, so playing it cool seems like the best option to go with. And now that the idea's in his head, boomerang arrows is definitely something he'll want to try coming up with. Assuming he can find suitable supplies around here.

"I figure people like their privacy, and why should that be any different for you?" But he listens to Tommy's summary of mutants, and he finds himself intrigued. "I still can't wrap my head around the fact that I used to think the biggest thing I'd have to worry about was rogue agents." Things have definitely changed.
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[personal profile] beenalongday 2019-08-08 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
He wants to tell her what little he knows, but what would that even be worth? He doesn't know yet how everything will turn out. It's still anyone's guess, and Thanos is still a fairly big threat, not that Natasha needs reminding.

"Reality show? You're kidding, right? You got brought all the way to wherever this is to be on a reality show?" Clint shakes his head, feeling incredulous but knowing Natasha isn't the type to just say things. But when she mentions that catastrophic things would happen, his expression darkens again. "That's messed up. But I guess it's good to know what I have to look forward to. I don't like not knowing what's what, you know." He knows that goes without saying, that both of them feel that way. Better to have knowledge, however grim, than to go in blind. At least that's his take on things.

"What else have you seen?"
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[personal profile] beenalongday 2019-08-08 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
They might not be blood related, but whether they are or not, Clint plans to keep Wanda as close and as safe as he possibly can. It would kill him to see something happen to her, too. But before he can get too worked up about theoreticals and what-ifs, he forces his thoughts back to the here and now and to the fact that she's happy and married and getting to live, at least as best as she can under the circumstances.

Another question is on the tip of his tongue, but it fades away, as does his smile when she poses her first question again. His gaze dips downward towards the floor as he tries to figure out what to say, if anything. He doesn't want to burden her with the gravity of the situation back home, and neither does he want to tell her about his own losses.

So, rather than interrupt her happiness, he just nods and shrugs his shoulders, squaring them so he can at least attempt to look not so weighed down. "I'm hanging in there, yeah." It's not too much of a lie, because he is hanging in there. Things could be better, and he'd prefer to not have been left reeling from recent events, but he's doing his best to stay afloat.

And in an attempt to redirect her, knowing she'll probably catch on to what he's doing, he asks, "You and Vision doing all right?"
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[personal profile] outstandingbalance 2019-08-08 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
But not what happened there. Just, heading.

[Natasha's been accused of worse. She can take that.]

The short version, we lose. Thanos does exactly what he set out to do, and by the time he made it to us there wasn't much we could do about it. Wanda was the only one who even slowed him down.