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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 2019-08-16 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
"He might if you tried to snuggle." Her eyebrows rise at that, pointed, but her smirk is far from serious. Then she relaxes back into the wall. The whole prospect seems to amuse her.

"Barnes isn't the insecure type. I don't think he'd mind if I want to keep my best friend close for a while. Eventually you'd have to get some space of your own, but for the time being, we're all roughing it. Might as well be as comfortable as we can be."
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[personal profile] brooklyn_boy 2019-08-16 02:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh!

[Not surprising but also sort of interesting to hear explicitly.]

Since when?
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[personal profile] seeingscarlet 2019-08-16 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
It hasn't done anything to me yet.

The other drinks were too bright. I'm not sure what's in them, but it looks like something that would come out of the Atroma drink machines.
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[personal profile] seeingscarlet 2019-08-16 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
It was probably the fruit I liked best, [Wanda says dryly. On one hand, there's real food here, not protein gel. On the other hand...the protein gel never put anyone to sleep or made anyone act like they were drunk.] The red one?

[This is a different situation, but Wanda doubts her luck has become any better.]

They took a lot of people from our world. Vision, Natasha, Steve, Sam. People from other versions of our world. And that is just what I remember. [Wanda fiddles with her sleeves in embarrassment.] I had a little too much of that fruit too.
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[personal profile] beenalongday 2019-08-16 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
His eyebrows rise too, and once she starts to smirk, that's when he starts to laugh. "Well, I was thinking about borrowing a spot for a catnap, not doing any snuggling, but anything's possible." It's such an oddly amusing thought, considering he doesn't know Bucky very well, and he's even less well acquainted with the version Natasha knows. "Sounds like a good way to get to know a person." Obviously he's not serious either.

"Don't worry, I won't mooch off you for too long. But if either of you change your minds, just let me know before you toss me out." Because while he's still not being serious, he doubts either of them would have difficulty removing him from the room if they really wanted to.
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[personal profile] hawk_wife 2019-08-16 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[She breathes just a little bit easier as Clint lifts their entwined hands so that she can hold his face in their joined hands. She can feel him, that reassurance that he's alive, here, warm and something that she can touch, hold onto. When he hadn't picked up the call she'd feared the worst, but he's here, so that's what she holds onto; the truth here in her hands.

She doesn't know what he's done, how he's coped with what happened, but for her part she's sure they can work it out. Her human husband against gods, magic and monsters terrifies her sometimes, makes her scared for him, but she trusts him. Does her best to understand the darkness her carries and ease it where she can.]


It must have been horrible.

[She almost says sorry, but knows that would probably just make it heavier for him. She sees his pain, but he sees their deaths, the loss, failure. She can only imagine what it was like for him. Left alone, without him, with their children gone? Worse than any tomb. Of course he left, but he can only imagine how hard that must have been, accepting that it meant they weren't coming back. So she leans into him, nuzzles a little bit into him, like the proximity can offer them the comfort that they both need. She sort of wishes they were back on the farm with the kids, but maybe they needed the space for a little while. A place where they could make sense of everything that had happened.

His laugh might be hollow, but she'll take it anyway. It's a start. Something to build on. She can work with it. Hold on for as long as they can because she's still just taking in the contact.]


But I'm glad you're here, too. Saving an alien planet is a bit outside of my skillset. But I'm sure we can figure it out together.
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[personal profile] beenalongday 2019-08-17 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ For his part, his breathing feels constricted, and it feels like his heart is pounding so hard, he doesn't know how she isn't hearing it. He closes his eyes when she takes his face in her hands, and he marvels again about the impossibility of this entire situation. It shouldn't be possible, but there's no ignoring the evidence that's right in front of him. She's real, he's real, and they're together.

There's yet another stab of guilt as his thoughts turn towards their kids, wondering what's happening to them if they're both here. But he hopes that if the theories about alternate realities hold true, then back at home, they're all together and in one piece.

And she's right to be scared; when it comes to gods, monsters, and magic, Clint really can't hope to stack up against them. He knows he doesn't give Laura nearly enough credit for agreeing to be with him while he goes toe-to-toe with such dangerous enemies. It's not for the faint of heart, but she's stuck with him, and that makes him love her more.

But then he shakes his head, not because it wasn't horrible, but because between the two of them, what she went through must have been worse. ]


It must have been horrible for you, too.

[ It's not fair that she and the kids died. It's not at all what he would have ever wanted for them, even if it was entirely out of his control. When she doesn't apologize, he does instead. ]

I'm sorry it happened, and that it took so long to fix it.

[ And beyond that, he's sorry that he tried to die too. The only reason he didn't is because someone every bit as dear to him died in his place. That's another thing he's not certain how to address.

It makes him feel unworthy of her, because he's keeping secrets from her, something he said he'd never do. Of course, there's some classified secrets that he's not at liberty to tell, but the only thing keeping him from telling the truth is his own guilt. Oh, he means to tell her everything in time, but for right now, he can't find a way to put them into words. And in his mind, that just makes him the worst sort of liar and a terrible husband.

He forces himself to look a little less haggard and haunted, putting on his best attempt at a genuine smile just for her benefit as he responds: ]


How hard can it be? You take care of our kids, most of the time by yourself.

[ Something else he feels guilty about. ]

This should be simple in comparison.

[ And she'll have him around too, which he hopes will count for something. ]
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[personal profile] outstandingbalance 2019-08-17 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
Since we left Drift Fleet. Me and Winter figured it was time to give it a rest.
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[personal profile] outstandingbalance 2019-08-17 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Natasha rubs her face like she can wipe away the drowsiness.]

All right... Yeah, that might be good. Clear my head a little.
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[personal profile] seeingscarlet 2019-08-17 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Try to her word, Wanda stays where she is. It's simple enough to levitate and manipulate a cup to dip into the water bowl and fill itself, and then hover it over everyone's heads so no one runs into it.]

Here. Drink it slowly.
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[personal profile] outstandingbalance 2019-08-17 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't get me wrong, but it would be awful cute if the two of you did decide to cuddle a little. I'd take a picture, if I had a camera." Two of her favorite people? She doesn't expect it to happen, and if somehow it did she would never let either of them live it down, but she likes the idea. And she likes playing with Clint like this. "I bet he'd let you be the big spoon."
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[personal profile] outstandingbalance 2019-08-17 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[She should have trusted Wanda for that. Not that she didn't, but it's easy to forget for just a moment.

Shit, she doesn't like the way this is getting to her.]


Thanks. I think I can manage it...
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[personal profile] beenalongday 2019-08-17 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah? You'd like that, wouldn't you?" And just like that, even if it's only temporary, Clint's mood has officially been lifted. "I mean, no guarantees. I think one or both of us would have to be really drunk or completely exhausted for something like that to even happen." It's pure silliness, but hey, it beats talking about any of the other darker topics they could be focusing on.

"I can play fair sometimes. We could arm wrestle for it."
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[personal profile] outstandingbalance 2019-08-17 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
"You'd lose if you arm wrestled for it." It is silliness, and she's sure James would give her a suffering look if he overheard it, but she needs the silliness right now. They've planned enough, they've touched on their past as much as she cares to dig it out, and here they are—she's not ready to let the conversation end. "Starting to think you don't want to be the big spoon."
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[personal profile] beenalongday 2019-08-17 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
He fake sputters then, feigning indignation. "Oh, really? You think I can't handle myself?" Rolling his eyes, he crosses his arms and lets out a huff of pretend annoyance. This conversation is one he's not eager to let end either, so if it means resorting to even more silliness, then so be it. "What, because I don't want to play dirty and just take it? Fine, I'm the big spoon. Happy?"
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[personal profile] brooklyn_boy 2019-08-17 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Steve is surprisingly speechless as he watches Bucky pull his clothes off. He lifts his hips to help but more or less on autopilot since he didn't know what to do otherwise. Nor after. "Maybe four," he says, mouth feeling numb as he thinks about where this is going. His mouth is dry and agape as he looks down at Bucky and tries to get his heart low enough that he's not about to have a heart attack. Would the sap cause him to do that? Who knew on this planet. Either way, not a thing to risk.

"I...you know. I know a bit of what I like." He doesn't. It probably shows to someone like Bucky who has a better grasp on his own desires. Steve knows that he likes girls and that he, apparently, also likes some men. He knows that he likes the feeling of being touched and that he likes Bucky being just as strong as he is. Likes it even better when he's taller than him, for reasons he will need to contemplate when he has better control of that bloodflow. The rest? The rest is assumptions. Assumptions that he is apparently going to be able to test.

"I like you," he says lamely. What else is there to say when you're about to be given a suckjob?
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[personal profile] brooklyn_boy 2019-08-18 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Steve smiles at that.]

So what's the game plan, then? I hear he's good at farming.
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[personal profile] seeingscarlet 2019-08-18 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
At least no one is getting sick.

[That would just be insult to injury at this point.]

What did you have? Just meat?
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[personal profile] outstandingbalance 2019-08-18 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Happier than you can imagine." She says it flippantly, but it's true. Natasha hasn't been unhappy lately, not exactly. She's been pleased with her relationship with Barnes, content with the prospect of her future with him, but getting to see her best friend, the fact she'll get to share this with him?

For a moment, at least, she lets herself enjoy it.

"Not that I don't think you can't handle yourself," she says lightly. "But you might get lost in his eyes."
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[personal profile] outstandingbalance 2019-08-18 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
No plan. [Natasha smiles lightly, her lashes lowered.] That's sort of the point. It's sort of... an informal honeymoon. Something like that.
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[personal profile] outstandingbalance 2019-08-18 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
Just the meat. Thought it would be the safest...

[She can see the irony in that. She takes a deep breath, but it turns into a yawn.]

Not sick.
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[personal profile] brainiest 2019-08-18 12:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's never going to be something that's entirely her own fault; Hermione had been cursed to eat literal ash for such a long time that the idea of eating still settles uncomfortably on her shoulders. Being back here feels good, feels better, because she knows she can try and grow and be herself again, but it's not the easiest thing in the world.

Ignis knows, of course, and she sighs softly as she reaches for his hand, to stroke his fingers gently. ]


Not that long ago. This morning - or whatever morning was. [ Tugging on his hand, she leans up to rest her head on his arm, needing a touch of comfort. ] I wonder if there's anyone we can ask.
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[personal profile] seeingscarlet 2019-08-18 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't think I want to know what that came from. Nothing like this happened while I was on the Fleet.

[They'll need to be wary of the wildlife here - if their meat has strange effects, it's not to much to think that they might be 'enhanced' in other ways.]

But I guess we don't need to worry about insomnia anymore.
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[personal profile] blindrecipe 2019-08-18 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[Of course he knows about her eating and drinking situation. It's not as if they haven't discussed it since he managed to see her... "room" during that particular time. Thanks to the Atroma.

If one could ever give thanks to kidnappers and mysterious gaolers. For anything.]


Hm, better than nothing. [He is partly teasing her, but he means it, mostly. And she should know that about him.

He tightens his arm around her waist as he attempts to use his other senses to feel out the room.]


I can't hear anyone, but that just means that they're not nearby. We might discover others if we search a bit further from this spot. Prompto can't be that far. Just look for the flash of his camera.
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You did this to yourself.

[personal profile] brooklyn_boy 2019-08-18 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Honeymoon?

[That sure makes his head jerk up.]

Wait. Honeymoon? Does that mean...?