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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...


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[personal profile] outstandingbalance 2019-08-12 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not the most convincing argument I've ever heard." That is an understatement. It's a hell of an understatement. While it's not immediately frightening, it's still something to watch. If it hits him like that, she can only imagine how it might hit someone without a hyped up metabolism.

"Yeah. I got—something."
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[personal profile] bossofspace 2019-08-13 12:57 am (UTC)(link)

"Or this is their way of finding out," she suggests, with a tone light as air, like she thinks that this might be funny. But she waves off the very idea with a swift hand motion and a shake of her head. "No, don't worry about that one. I had some of it; it's fine." There is a brief moment where she considers warning him about the adverse effects of the other offerings, but ... nah. It's more fun this way. "So you're human," she says instead.

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[personal profile] brooklyn_boy 2019-08-13 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. Yeah, go back a couple decades and Steve would probably have a list of negative adjectives for himself, too. Part of Steve is wondering where Tommy's came from but the rest of him doesn't care.

"Everyone has value. That's not negotiable. And I'm sure, if you asked your brother, he'd tell you the same."
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[personal profile] brooklyn_boy 2019-08-13 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
He'd have a field day with all the tech around here...

[Steve sighs a little. It's been so long since he's even had the option of talking to Tony...]

I hope he doesn't. I hope he doesn't get dragged here like the rest of us. No one deserves to be kidnapped like that.
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[personal profile] doubled_speed 2019-08-13 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
He has to bite his tongue from pointing out that Steve doesn't know him, or his brother. That he doesn't know what they're like so he can't know if Billy would say so. Instead he rolls his eyes.

"We're in sight of the city now. You need me still?"
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[personal profile] outstandingbalance 2019-08-13 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
I don't disagree, but it's not something we seem to get much of a choice in.

[They don't get choices in much of anything, though. Not like this.]

And it'd be nice to see him.
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whale comb

[personal profile] seeingscarlet 2019-08-13 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
Nat?

[And here's Wanda hurrying to steady her, because that is not normal and seeing Natasha in a somewhat vulnerable state wakes something protective in her. Don't mind the snoozing little dragon on her shoulder. Things happened on Naviadna.]

Are you feeling all right?
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[personal profile] brooklyn_boy 2019-08-13 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
Steve has the biggest, smuggest grin on his face as he releases Bucky and sits back to get some of his air back. His mouth still tastes of Bucky and Steve isn't sure if he hates it or loves it or something in between. Part of him thinks more experimentation is called for to figure this out. Something tells him his boyfriend won't be opposed. At the question Steve just laughs. He's feeling good right now. Buzzing from what they just did enough that he's not upset about still being hard.

"I saw a few videos about that." He flushes a little admitting it but not as much as he might have if he wasn't still working off the sap. "Suckjobs seem to only have a few moves so it's not that hard to get it right."

It's clear that Steve feels like he won something, here. The idea that going through this so fast night not have been ideal is a possibility but not one that he seems overly concerned with. The point of sex was to get off and that's what they did. Mission successful and in record time. Who wouldn't be a little proud of that?

"You complainin'?"
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[personal profile] stillgotmyleftarm 2019-08-13 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
Bucky could definitely get behind some more experimentation; he grins as Steve admits he's seen videos, mostly because trying to picture Steve watching those videos is a pretty entertaining mental movie.

But he can also, suddenly, see why Steve had been so very keen to dive right in and shoot straight for the finish line. And Bucky... well. Bucky's thinking Steve might benefit from learning that not everything is a race.

Not that Steve's little mission wasn't successful. "Fuck, no." Bucky feels damn good, and he's got no real complaints. But even so, "Only a few moves, huh?" he teases, finally sinking to his knees in front of Steve, reaching out to start pushing at Steve's shoulders, wanting him to flop back onto the forest floor. "You kinda seemed to stick with just one... mind if I show you a couple others?"

Now, Bucky has never given a guy a blowjob. He's been about as close to somebody else's dick as Steve has - Steve's dick, in fact, and he's gotten pretty good at getting Steve off with his hands and his hips. But this is different... and while Bucky hasn't ever done it, himself, he knows what girls have done for him. And he figures if Steve thinks what he just did is the only way... it's worth it to broaden his horizons a little. Which is why, once Steve goes over, Bucky's hands start getting to work at his belt and pants, eager to show Steve the benefits of taking your time.
Edited 2019-08-13 02:41 (UTC)
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[personal profile] outstandingbalance 2019-08-13 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
Fine, just... Suddenly very tired.

[Which isn't trustworthy at all. Her eyes flutter slightly as she sways.]

I think there was something off with the meat.
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[personal profile] stillgotmyleftarm 2019-08-13 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
"You go after everyone with a bow and arrow," Bucky points out bemusedly, even if he certainly hasn't had to deal with anything like flying cities or robots (yet...?).

But, "Yeah. Grant." It is a pretty boy scout name - at least, more so than Bucky, if everyone's going by middle names. But he blows out a breath, because, "I think it's for the same reason none of the other guys wearing my face wanna go by Bucky anymore." They don't feel like the same person.

"I guess seventy years of HYDRA torture will do that to a guy. Mostly makes me want to bash heads in in about six different realities," he says. "Seems like those fuckers've always gotta make their weapon. In most places, like yours, that was me. In my home, that was Steve."
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[personal profile] thelegacy 2019-08-13 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
[James waves at Clint, friendly more than anything. Look, they're out in the woods on an alien planet, he's assuming that the man is in a similar position. He's honestly more worried about alien creatures, or to find out that the people here are less inviting than they tried to make themselves out to be.]

Hey. And well. I'm not always great at doing what I'm told. Thought it seemed like a good idea to figure out the boundaries, and make sure nothing was going to try and eat anyone.

[James grins, a little bit lopsided, in that way that says he's trouble, but it's good-natured more than anything. His answer is honest, and more about trying to protect people than anything else. Doesn't make it not dumb, but well, the other guy's out here too, isn't he?]

I'm James.

[An easy introduction, something to dampen the tension, he hopes. The black he wears fades into the shadows, but there's the vague shape of a star outlined in red. He steps a little more into the moonlight so it's less furtive figures. They might be strangers, but if they're all stranded together on an alien world that they're expected to save? Well, that seems like as good a reason to make friends as any. And well, James hasn't really had the opportunity to meet a lot of people, and in honesty, he knows a thing or two about ruined worlds. At least this one there might still be enough space to stop it.]
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[personal profile] crowboy 2019-08-13 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
Corbin is pretty quiet, it came from hunting and from the fact that he doesn't have his shoes on. He's careful to avoid anything that looks like broken glass, the last thing he wants is to slice his foot open and end up with gangrene. Granny'd have his tailfeathers tacked on the wall if that happened. So the start isn't all that surprising, he's used to sneaking up on people, it was a game his siblings played often enough.

Where Dr. Bashir is slim, Corbin has the whipcord thin body of someone used to manual labor who seems unable to put on weight. He's pale and covered in freckles, long red hair pulled into a tail at the nape of his neck. He's not quite 5'9" (and his brothers won't let him forget it) and muddy, his feet and ankles especially looking like he'd just ran barefoot through the woods. His jeans are spattered in dirt, and what used to be a white shirt is looking more like a Jackson Pollack piece, if he ever did a Dirt and Tree Debris period.

"Well, pretty sure you c'n just eat it. Little bites prob'ly ain't gonna kill you." He's not sure what's going on exactly, but he's being polite and making conversation, more out of confusion than anything else. Confusion which doesn't lessen as he takes in the food spread before them. His accent is the soft, rounded sort, rural Earth, all contractions and 'Ers' where his 'Os' would be. As different from Bashir's measured words as night from day.
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[personal profile] crowboy 2019-08-13 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Where Sam was mostly clean, Corbin looked like he'd been running barefoot through muddy woods in the middle of the night. Which... alright so that was a fair assessment of what he'd been doing before he found himself here. It's hard to tell what on his arms is freckle and what is mud spatter, and his once white t-shirt has a large splatter of mud across the front. His jeans aren't in any better shape, and his bare feet are more than a bit crusted. This isn't ground in dirt, it's fresh. He wasn't happy about being this dirty, his ma would've chewed his ear off if she'd seen him, but he couldn't do anything right now.]

[He's been wandering through the ruins just trying to figure out what the hell was going on, and he's quiet, but he'd tripped on something, rocks clattering around with a quiet string of cursing. He's distracted by his sore foot, which means Sam has the drop on the teenager. Which means when Sam steps out he jumps back with a squawk]


Shit! Ah, fuck... I mean... yes'm? Ah, no ma'am... I mean.... yeah, I jest got here and I ain't sure where'm at, and no I ain't seen no shield.

[Sam's accent is worn away by time, but Corbin's is thick as honey, round vowels and soft endings]
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Corbin Blair | OC

[personal profile] crowboy 2019-08-13 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Whale Comb]

Corbin isn't sure what the hell happened. Or, he knew what that... thing had told him, but that wasn't really all that helpful. So he's off in search of someone with some actual answers, not the equivalent of a informational pamphlet.

Which soon enough has him wandering into the building, and at that he looks even more confused. He's spattered in mud, and he knows he's not really presentable for any sort of party. Even one that looks like it's been decorated by his baby sister if she'd suddenly developed an even stranger sense of humor than she already had.

"Th' hell?" He wanders over to the table, bare feet not making much noise on the floor, and picks up one of the red fruits, the only thing that looks edible in the slightest. He knew better than to try strange meat, and the weeds looked like they could be literally anything. He slices into the sort of cherry with a fingernail, taking a good sniff and experimental taste of the fruit first. When it seems fine he pops one in his mouth and makes an approving sound before wrapping some more in a napkin to put into his pockets.

"Ain't bad, even if I ain't sure what it might be." His words are slow, thoughtful, the accent rural and rounded. He sniffs at the water and takes a sip, but not much. He's thirsty sure, he'd been running enough that he'd love to gulp it down. But until he figures things out a bit more, maybe caution is the better part of valor.
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[personal profile] wingmans 2019-08-13 09:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ that . . . sure was said with a straight face. thankfully, sam lets it go. ]

No one's looking for a replacement. Least of all me.
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[personal profile] wingmans 2019-08-13 09:38 am (UTC)(link)
Well, you can count me out.

Don't see the appeal, never will.
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[personal profile] seeingscarlet 2019-08-13 01:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[this face forever]

I am trusting Pietro. Your Pietro.
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[personal profile] brooklyn_boy 2019-08-13 01:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Steve knows a dismissal when he hears one. He nods, once and tries to keep his face even.

"Yeah. Thanks, Tommy. I appreciate the help.

"I'll see you around."
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[personal profile] brooklyn_boy 2019-08-13 01:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Considering here is the only way I'll ever see him again...

[Steve still doesn't want him abducted. Even with all he knows, he doesn't want Tony ripped from Pepper and holed away, here.]

I guess we'll see how it goes. Already we're seeing new people getting dragged in. So who knows?
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[personal profile] brooklyn_boy 2019-08-13 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Steve's mouth opens and closes a few times as Bucky pushes him back. He'd assumed that the other man would get him off as he always had. Maybe some touching and some grinding. It was tried and true. But now Steve was being pushed into his back and Bucky was talking about showing him some new moves. Steve's mouth is too dry to speak, eyes wide and dark as he props himself up on his elbows go watch his belt and jeans get opened up like a present. He's hard. Painfully hard after all he just did. The fabric there tents with a damp spot at the top. Steve swallows hard on the absolutely nothing he has to clear away.

He bites into his lip for a second, unsure but too turned on to raise a fuss.

"You don't have to..." It seems like the right thing to say. Bucky had experienced these before so it was somehow easier for Steve to rationalize giving one to him. But Bucky sucking him off? It was almost odd. Hot, but... topsy turvy. Just like a lot was when it came to the two of them. Steve's hands fist into the dirt and his lower stomach muscles jump in anticipation. Despite his words he's making no move to get away.

He's barely breathing, watching Bucky the way one might be eyeing a waiter walking over with a plate of food. He's eager and hesitant, both. But the sap is soothing away his shame and nerves enough to not pump the brakes.

"You...you can. But you don't haveta."
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[personal profile] stillgotmyleftarm 2019-08-13 02:14 pm (UTC)(link)

Bucky's a little more rational that Steve, at the moment - not only did he just get exactly what he wanted (aka, lots of touching), but he's got a little less sap in his system, even if he ended up smearing a little more onto his hand, with all that digging and grabbing at the tree. Now, though, he glances up at Steve, and his eyes are dark and eager, but his face is also serious. His eyes flick down to the very obvious tent in Steve's shorts before he reaches out, pressing the heel of one hand against him, aiming for a little friction and a little relief while he pauses to ask Steve a serious question.

"Stevie, if you don't want me to do this for you, then say so," he says, gently - but firmly. Steve's not the kinda guy who doesn't say what he means. But Bucky suddenly wants to make absolutely sure, because there's the way Steve is looking at him right now... and then there's what he's saying.

Unless - Bucky cocks his head, one brow rising. "You ain't just protesting 'cause that's what they did in those videos, are you?" He knows some people get off on being told to stop, when they're actually being egged on. But Bucky ain't one of 'em. He doesn't think Steve is, either. "Just tell me what you want, buddy. I don't care if it ain't the same thing."

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[personal profile] brooklyn_boy 2019-08-13 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Instinctively, Steve wants to say 'no'. It lets Bucky off the hook and prolongs his first foray into this brand of intimacy. For a second, it looks as though Steve really is going to tell Bucky to stop. He sits up and grabs Bucky's wrist tight. But...the truth is that he does want this. He wants to know what it feels like and he wants every single piece of Bucky he can have. His cheeks flare a light red before Steve is leaning forward and kissing his boyfriend lightly. He's still conscious of where his mouth just was and how a deeper kiss may be a bit too much for both of them.

"I want it," he admits. It almost feels wrong, admitting to wanting something for himself. But Steve smiles and leans back onto his elbows, where he'd been before. "I... Just meant to say you didn't have to, just because I did. But if you want to... Then. Yeah. Yeah, I.... Yeah."

That's about all he can manage to say on the subject but even that was a feat in if itself. Steve tries a smirk but it just comes out a little queasy looking from the nerves in his stomach. Absurd, considering there was nothing now that he needed to do. But still, emotions were emotions.

"And cut it with the videos. I watched...maybe three."
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[personal profile] seeingscarlet 2019-08-13 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, that doesn't look at all like 'fine.' Wanda's fingers start to glow a little in anticipation of actually having to catch her before she falls.]

I think you should sit down while you can.

I never thought I would miss protein gel, but at least it wasn't drugged.
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[personal profile] beenalongday 2019-08-13 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He relaxes slightly, because he's not so paranoid that he can't recognize a friendly wave. And yes, they definitely are in a similar situation, so it makes more sense to cooperate than to be standoffish. Still, no harm in being careful. ]

Heh, well, that makes two of us, then. Following orders is all well and good when there's a tense situation going on, but when you don't know who's giving the orders... That's different.

[ Meaning he doesn't trust everything he's being told, at least not yet. But at least he and James seem to be on the same page, so he gives him a brief grin in return. ]

Clint.

[ The exchange of names might seem a bit terse, but that's just how he is sometimes. He surveys James a bit closer, but the darkness isn't really lending itself to clarity. Still, he figures if he meant him any harm, he wouldn't have wasted time with introductions, so he slips into a slightly more relaxed stance. ]

I haven't been out here very long, but other than trees and more trees, I haven't seen anything that sticks out. You?