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TEST DRIVE
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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...


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Comments

[wingmans]

Good.

Let him suffer.

[outstandingbalance]

Somehow, I think I'll be able to cheer him up.

[wingmans]

Guess there's no accounting for taste.

[beenalongday]

That's because when something crazy is going on, there's no time to stop and stare. It's act or don't act, and not acting tends to get people killed. That's something he has no patience or tolerance for.

Clint chuckles, giving Bucky a wry grin of his own. "Yeah? I think mine got knocked out with a flying city, an army of robots, and me going at them with a bow and arrow." Complete craziness, if you ask him.

"Grant?" Clint snorts; it's not that the name is funny, but it's really a typical boy scout name. That goes with the Steve he knows, but something tells him, it doesn't fit the one Bucky's acquainted with. "Well, yeah, it does. That's not someone you want to meet at night down a dark alley."

He doesn't know all the details, but the bottom line is that the Winter Soldier isn't someone to dismiss.

[beenalongday]

He nods along with her as she lays out her thoughts. It makes perfect sense; they need to be ready for whatever's coming, and if there's those who aren't so familiar with self-defense and that kind of thing, well, there's no time like the present to start helping them get familiar.

But something's just occurred to him, and he wants to get her take on it. "We don't know who else might be watching, do we? Big Brother might be observing our every move, and maybe training people to defend themselves might not be part of the plan."

It could be that he's just being overly cautious, but he's been bitten before and he doesn't plan on having that happen again.

[brooklyn_boy]

Steve can't help but feel pretty pleased at that response. He's sure Bucky has had girls do this to him before but, from that reaction, Steve can almost imagine this feeling like his first time. God knows it's his first time in this position. Nerves hit him as Bucky urges him to get the fabric out of the way and Steve worries for a second that he'd already messed something up. He doesn't let it weigh on him. Just nods and swallows hard as he reaches up to pull the offending fabric away.

It's his first time seeing another man's cock up close like this. Hell, he hasn't even seen his own this close. Steve's breath holds for a second as his hands grip Bucky's hips. He doesn't want his friend to move. Not right now as he takes all of this in and figures out where to go, next. What would he like? It's a hard thing to answer because Steve's experience regarding sex has been 90% fantasy and speculation. The rest of it has been...nothing like this. Bucky and he hadn't been able to get all that far, before. So. Right. What would he like? An instruction manual, for starters.

When none comes, Steve decides to keep going with his instincts. That has him leaning in and running his tongue from base to tip, testing out what this feels like. It's nothing offensive not remarkable but that emboldens Steve rather than disappointing him. He thinks for a minute and decides to do this as Steve does everything: jumping right in.

So Steve gives Bucky absolutely no warning before he's swallowed him up, all the way, and hollows out his cheeks as he might have seen some girl on a video Tony sent him do. The guy there had seemed to like it so that's a good hint it's the right move. Steve pulls back and dives back in, tempo immediately fast and merciless.

Everyone starts someplace.

[ex_emblematize83]

You always were.

[ Hers was. Is. Stands to reason that holds true for this Bucky as well. ]

What do you mean - someone else who looks like you doesn't use your name? Is he you? Or is he someone else? Because the latter would make sense regarding names, if it isn't his. [ and following up with: ]

Current Captain? How'd you finagle that?

[outstandingbalance]

No, there really isn't.

[seeingscarlet]

Now you're just being silly.

[She doesn't know him well at all yet, but that just sounds ridiculous. And even without her powers, she was usually a good judge of people - she'd been wary of Strucker and List from the start.]

[outstandingbalance]

"It's possible. On the other hand, it might be entirely according to their plan. Or else, they might just be watching." She shakes her head. Natasha understands where he's coming from, what he's trying to pin down, but getting pulled down the path of speculation gets complicated real fast. "Without more to go on... we can only do the best we can."

She nods a little, rubbing her chin with her thumb.

"First priority, we need to get this area secure, then see if we can evaluate our resources."

[doubled_speed]

[Yeah, but who wants to feel like they're responsible for an eighteen year old guy they've never met before?]

Dude, just trust me on this one. Like you'd trust Pietro.

[stillgotmyleftarm]

Between being on a team with an alien, stopping an alien invasion, and being kidnapped by the Atroma, Bucky's space cherry has definitely been popped.

And this is the first spread that he's seen that isn't protein gel in a while.

"They knew enough to get us here," Bucky hazards, picking up one of the fruits (at least, it looks like a cherry?) and weighing it in one hand. "We're gonna have to eat something sooner or later, and I'll probably get sick before I get poisoned."

[stillgotmyleftarm]

Well, yeah. Of course.

Honestly, sometimes Bucky still has trouble believing that Steve - any Steve - is here, and not just a vivid hallucination, his break breaking down, giving up, him losing it completely.]

Steve's a good friend, though. Not a replacement, but - people don't replace people, anyway.

[He's just saying that at least Sam has another good one, now.]

[stillgotmyleftarm]

That makes Bucky laugh a little (suddenly a lot of things seem funny), because, "Kinda sounds to me like you are complaining about the lack of corpses, then."

But, "No. Definitely not big on writing. The data download straight into my brain was weird enough, and I'm not really excited to have that happen again."

He relaxes a little further into his seat, cocking one eyebrow at her. "I really am fine. not dying yet."

[stillgotmyleftarm]

Bucky is not expecting that. Holy shit, Bucky is really not - he lets out some garbled, gasped thing that was maybe supposed to be a word, maybe supposed to be Steve's name, he doesn't even know. His eyes just sort of roll back in his head and his hips try to jerk a little in Steve's grip and Steve literally, with zero preamble, starts going to fucking town on his dick.

To Steve's credit... wow, he's dedicated. He's enthusiastic. And Bucky hasn't had a blowjob since before the ice, and frankly he's really sure, all of a sudden, that even Steve doing his best Hoover impression here could definitely get him off with very little effort - well. Very little past what he's already giving.

But Bucky finally comes back to himself enough to flail one hand away from the tree, searching for Steve's head, trying to thread fingers through his hair and get him to look up, to pay attention, to maybe even lay off a minute. "St- Steve, Stevie, hey," Bucky mumbles, like his tongue is too thick for his mouth, even as he's kind of glad Steve's got him pinned to the tree, because he isn't sure he could actually stand under this onslaught. "Oh my God, Stevie, slow down - "

He's 99.9% sure Steve has never had a dick in his mouth. And that means Steve has no idea what's going to happen when Bucky comes - which is suddenly getting to be a dangerously real possibility, which is also embarrassing as fuck, okay - and Bucky remembers his first couple of suckjobs. They'd been awkward as hell, figuring it out together with the girl he was going with at the time, and - and now it doesn't need to be awkward if he can only get Steve's attention before Steve literally sucks his brains out through his dick. That seems to be a real, actual possibility, just about now.

I regret nothing.

[brooklyn_boy]

Okay. Steve understands the appeal, now. That noise Bucky makes and the way his body moves and fights against him is addictive. The sap in his body makes Steve hone in on what that feels like. What it's like to have fingers in his hair and Bucky in his mouth, not even able to make words. That's the point of this, right? The point is to get your partner to the end. Steve is aware, with girls, it should maybe take longer. More time doing... Different things for them. But surely that wasn't the case with guys? With suckjobs? Steve is too busy thinking about this and relishing the way Bucky is saying his name to focus on any of the other words coming out.

He doesn't slow down. In fact, Steve seems to remember about then that he has a tongue and uses that the way he might in a kiss. He rolls it against Bucky and twists it around. Wrestling as he bobs his head back and forth like a man on a mission. Which, honestly, he is. 85% for Bucky's pleasure and the rest absolutely for his own.

Steve moans as he goes, the contact of the skin and the pull against his scalp making his whole body shiver. The sap or maybe his own arousal has his own self-consciousness burned away leaving behind nothing but his curiosity and desire. He looks up at Bucky again and the moan that comes out of that is loud and broken, fingertips digging into Bucky's hips hard as he fight the urge to take care of himself. No. No, Bucky first. Always him first.

He pulls back just to breathe. A few pants of oxygen as his tongue trails lazily around. But if Bucky thought that was a break then he was absolutely mistaken. He wastes barely ten seconds before taking him back down to the hilt and sucking like a vacuum the entire way back up.

Re: I regret nothing.

[stillgotmyleftarm]

Oh, God - the way Steve moans, the way it feels rumbling through Bucky's dick, the way Steve's hands dig into his thighs like they're gonna leave bruises... it's fucking intoxicating, every inch of him feeling utterly overwhelmed, overstimulated, like he's drowning in the very best of ways. The fingers in Steve's hair tighten desperately, but he can't really bring himself to pull Steve back or off, so between his hand on the tree and his hand in Steve's hair, Bucky's mostly just hanging on for dear life.

And then he seems to get a reprieve - as Steve pulls back, Bucky's gasping for breath, too, chest heaving as he blinks open eyes that barely want to focus, trying to center Steve in his field of view, trying to open his mouth to say something, anything, like, Yeah, okay, let's take a breather, maybe you should -

The words die, unspoken, in the back of his throat, because Steve dives right back in and fuck, fuck, Bucky doesn't know how he's going to last like this - he's going to go off like a fucking teenager (although at least, to his credit, a lot of that is due to the sap, even if he doesn't know it). "Steve" he tries again, fingers digging into Steve's scalp, his other hand digging deep furrows in the bark and his brain working overtime to form words even as his hips jerk and strain against the grip Steve has him in. His toes are curling, his body's on fire in the best way, he doesn't think he's come this fast in his life since he first figured out how to do it but fucking hell, Steve's got him there. "Steve, honey, you gotta - fuck -"

James Rogers | Marvel Comics / Next Avengers

[thelegacy]

I. Lost and Alone

[Someone said don't go into the forest.

Which is to say that James went into the forest, because of course he did. He's been on Agra 10 for like five minutes and he's already trying to get himself killed. But he wanted to explore, get his bearings, and patrolling the dangerous areas had seemed like a good idea.

Except somehow he managed to get himself turned around. Maybe it was the unfamiliar stars, or the weird sounds-- And the forest seemed strange, not like anything he'd encountered in Tony's little bunker he'd grown up in. He had no idea which way was back to town, such as it was, and he was usually good with directions. He sighs in frustration dragging a hand through his blonde hair. Then there's a sound and his eyes narrow.]

Someone there?

[He might not have a weapon, but his fists have always been good enough.]


II. Wildcard

[If you wanna do something else, go for it. I'm open to anything!]


[ooc: So James is the son of Black Widow and Captain America and looks rather like a younger Steve who hasn't quite grown into those shoulders yet. So do with that what you will. James is a reckless disaster and I'm not sorry. Hit me up if you wanna plot or have questions natalia_vdova]

[brooklyn_boy]

Okay. Steve knew cognitively what was going to happen at the end, here. But knowing and experiencing were drastically different things. One second Steve is enjoying the feeling of his hair being pulled and the way his name sounds on Bucky's lips. The next he gets a triumphant fire flaring through him, knowing he's accomplished his mission.

That, and a mouthful of...well. Bucky.

Steve doesn't quite know what to do, here. He hesitates a moment before deciding the only thing to do is swallow. It serves the double purpose of clearing his mouth and also letting him continue working Bucky until he is completely finished. Not knowing when that would be, Steve probably is on him a little longer than he'd like, but at least he manages to pull off, finally. Steve leans back on his heels with an exceptionally smug look on his face as he wipes his mouth.

"Not bad, I guess?" He has absolutely no idea that getting Bucky to come so fast might have potentially been a bad thing. His hands are still on his lover's hips, eyes still pitch black as the look up at him from his knees. His smirk grows by the second.

"Certainly didn't seem so bad from down here..."

[outstandingbalance]

"No, I'm not a fan," Natasha agrees, a little clipped. It's not directed at Bucky. Natasha just doesn't like having her head played with. She'd thought—hoped—that she was done with that.

But she has more immediate concerns.

"No, you're not dying. You do seem a little tipsy though."

[beenalongday]

Oh, he knows better than to get too caught up in speculation. Of course she'd have already factored in those possibilities, because that's what she does: assess a situation from all angles. "Hey, I'd be just fine if all they did was watch. Makes our jobs a lot easier." Not that they have a job, not officially, but that's the thing: he wants something to do, something to be responsible for. Sitting on his thumbs isn't his thing, just like he knows it's not hers.

"I'm right there with you. I don't think I've seen a place that looked this trashed. Not in awhile."

[outstandingbalance]

It's something they have in common. It's why Natasha threw herself into liaising between all the far flung remnants of the Avengers, of the Guardians, coordinated with the US military and the Wakandan guard. She'd needed something to do. She believes that's why Clint did what he did, too, misguided as it might have been. Neither of them could sit by and do nothing.

It just drives home the helplessness.

So they'll find something to do. "It'll take some real work to get this place in any kind functional condition. And that's just the buildings."

I

[beenalongday]

[ Clint heard those warnings about the forest, but he was of a similar mindset as James. It's better to scope out the more dangerous areas first, and while there's still time than waiting and finding it's too late.

Sure, he'd feel more at ease if he had more than just his bow on him, but there wasn't much he could do about that. Arrows could be made, of course, but he had yet to identify suitable supplies to do that.

He does have a rock held in one hand, leaving the other free for other uses. He's making his way through the forest, pushing through branches and past brushes when he steps on a twig that escaped his notice and an audible crack sounds.

So much for stealth. He glares down at the offending twig, but since he's just given away his position, he has to decide between trying to stay hidden or to reveal himself. But at the question from the unknown person, for a second, Clint contemplates staying silent, because whoever's out there might grow tired of waiting and move on.

Of course, skulking in the shadows isn't how he works, so he comes out into full view, eyeing James warily. The resemblance between him and Steve hasn't clicked yet, so for the moment, he's just looking at him the way he would a stranger. ]

Didn't get the memo about the woods, did you?

[ Or he did and he didn't care. Clint's just trying to determine where James is coming from. ]

[stillgotmyleftarm]

"So, the opposite of dying," Bucky points out - because hey, being tipsy is good, and... hard to achieve with one cherry. Did he have just one? He actually isn't sure, but either way, "Makes it hard to balance out the booze with food if the booze is the food," he points out sagely.

He finally seems to register what she'd said first, though, and adds, "You got the weird mental welcome too, then?"

[stillgotmyleftarm]

Coming so fast isn't a bad thing, per se... but there's so much more to sex than just a race to the finish line. And Bucky will be happy to demonstrate, as soon as he manages to pull himself together again. Which takes just a second. He isn't sure there's any blood left to get to his brain, just at this very second.

The first thing he does, though, is start to push halfheartedly at Steve's head with the hand still in his hair - Steve's taking a little too long to get off him, and he's inching from pleasure into too much. And once Steve slides back, Bucky's left leaning heavily against the tree, eyes still a little glazed and chest heaving as he tries to focus his eyes on the big, dumb blonde on his knees in the forest floor, with the big, dumb smirk on his face and those wide, blown eyes and oh, fuck, does Bucky want to return the favor.

It's a weird, sudden, overwhelming urge; yeah, Bucky's thought about it, doing this for Steve, but he'd never quite been sure how to feel about it. They'd been taking things pretty slow - not in a bad way, but working Steve up to getting used to being touched, and maybe, even though he's never said it, working Bucky through the fact that he's dating a guy now. Sometimes it's still just a little... he doesn't know. It's never what he'd pictured. He's not sorry. He's not unhappy. He's just still a little unsure, when it's never something he'd seen himself doing.

But right now, he can very much see himself doing this for Steve, his skin still skittering with little warm sparklers all over, his cock cooling against his thigh, now that Steve's finally, thank God, let him go. Bucky slides his hands away from the tree, out of Steve's hair, to plant them on the big hands at his hips, squeezing a little to encourage Steve to let up. There are definitely gonna be bruises - and Bucky is gonna wear them, proudly, as long as they'll last.

"No? Well, that's good. 'Cause I wanna get down there with you." Bucky still feels slow and sloppy with orgasm, but there's a plan hatching in the back of his brain, even as he asks, laughing a little, "Good God, Stevie. You fuckin' - were you trying to make it a race?"