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Opening Test Drive Meme

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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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It's the hug that finally does it, tears spilling over his cheeks, and now he can't pull away or Tommy'll see. So he sniffs and tries to will them away.

"...I'm sorry."

Tears. Fucking tears. Tommy doesn’t know how to handle those. In the end he just does what he always wishes his parents had. And what Wanda has done the first time she hugged him. His fingers come up to stroke, hopefully soothingly, trough his twin’s hair.

“You haven’t really talked about it, have you? Idiot.”

He shakes his head. Can't talk about it without telling them what he nearly did. And everyone had enough to worry about without dumping that on them. Besides, half the reason everything had even started was because of Billy being selfish. Being upset and depressed when he wasn't the only one suffering. At least that's how he tends to remember the argument going.

The fingers in his hair are surprising, but exactly what he needs, though he worries he's being selfish again. He was supposed to be helping Tommy.

"I'm fine."

Damn idiot. It's not like Billy's fucking mother is a psychologist who could recommend someone to Billy. He could be talking to someone. Of course he doesn't seem to care about taking care of his own head.

"You're not find. I hope we get a shrink here or something. Because time has passed but you still clearly haven't dealt with it. Moron."

'Cause Tommy's the poster boy for sound mental health and dealing with his feeling.

"Some how I get the feeling there's more pressing issues here. No one's gonna have time to sit me down on a couch." Which is really the same issue at home. If the world's about to end there's no time to deal with that stuff.

Wow, Billy. Way to think something really hurtful about your twin, Billy. Good thing it doesn't get said aloud.

"Well, there are no couches. But you should consider it anyway. Hate to say it, but maybe talk to Dad or Viv. They're really smart."

The both of them struggle with it in weirdly similar ways. Each will ignore it in themselves but try to help others dealing with the same stuff.

Billy gives an uncertain hum, but nods faintly. He doesn't know either of them well enough that he feels super about dumping this mess on them. He feels bad enough for dumping it on Tommy. "...Maybe."

Well, Tommy's going to figure out something. They're going to figure out something together. And who knows, maybe here he can get his brother to talk to him for a change.

"Yeah, okay. So, just lay down, okay? Get some sleep. You'll need it."

It could be good for them.

"We didn't talk about your stuff?" There's that guilt again. He doesn't want to be selfish. It's not all about him. He pulls back enough to put on a small smile, "I'm okay. We can talk."

"I'm not ready to talk about my stuff. Unless you've got specific questions or something."

Because what is the point of dodging things Billy already knows? Even it Tommy isn't ready for it.

Nothing specific. He knows most of it all ready. He thinks. Tommy may have held some stuff back. Billy shakes his head, but accepts that Tommy's not ready to talk about it.

"...Whenever you're ready."

Clearly he held some stuff back, given that comment about David. But really, when has Tommy ever been forthcoming about information?

"Sure man, whatever. Just, while we're here, until we've got a place that properly pampers you, remember that you should check with me on things here. I know how to survive this sorta stuff. Sorta."

Another thing they should probably talk about someday, but for now Billy doesn't press, nodding softly. "Older twin time to shine," he encourages.

No. Tommy does not talk about the time pre-Young Avengers. He isn’t going to tell Billy anything about how he has these street survival skills. Even if some of it might be implied from their one encounter with those other young super hero wannabes thatvwere really more like villains. He barely even acknowledged after that he had in fact known ‘Coat of Arms’ much less how they knew each other.

“And hey, you could be helpful in the forest. Looking for food and stuff. Be my food sniffer.”

"I do come with built in flashlights," he agrees with a teasing smile, feeling a bit better.

"...and I can probably manage a spell to point us in the right direction."

“My bro, the glow stick.”

Tommy laughs and lays back on the particle board, staring up at the ceiling. There was a lot they would have to adjust to.

“We’ll figure it out. We’re not alone.”

"Maybe that should be my new code name."

He lays back beside the board, looking to his brother with a grateful smile. "...I'm glad you're here." Not here in this mess, but...here with him.

“I...”

Him too. But he isn’t really going to say it. He doesn’t have to be alone. And he has someone to protect.

“I get stuck with your dumb ass always.”

He smiles softly, and with a gesture manages to conjure up a blanket for Tommy.

"Always," he agrees wih a tired smile.

Well, that's considerate. Tommy rolls his eyes and pulls his brother closer so they can both curl up under the blanket. See? He can be considerate.

"Come on, take a nap. Then we'll go see about finding out more. We're going to get to the bottom of this, and you're going to help make sure this place gets fixed up. Save a whole world and culture, little bro. Hopefully these ones don't worship you."

Billy shifts closer easily, no protests. It's easier to sleep with someone close.

"Mm, I hope not. No Demiurge stuff here, just Billy."

"That's what it's called? Huh. David just said 'space god of magic'," Tommy mumbles, shifting to tuck his arm under his head.

Just Billy? Yeah, being a Jew called Wiccan who was a god probably weird. Maybe Tommy should just call himself that. Instead of Speed. Even if Speed is cooler.

There's a quiet laugh in response.

"S'probably a better name. I dunno who decided on Demiurge."

Wiccan, Demiurge. He hasn't been just Billy in a while. It might be nice. For a bit.

Well, Billy was sort of shoe-horned into the title of demiurge, seeing as it had been applied to what Billy was going to become for centuries. Damn idiot was a time-travel nightmare, and Tommy didn't know it. Which was good.

"Maybe you did. Do. Have? Dude, you're a weird thing for time, right? But for me, you're just my idiot twin who moons over comics."

"Tell me about it. Idiot twin is good enough for me." He's not near ready for that sort of responsibility. Not yet. Hopefully one day.

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