Opening Test Drive Meme

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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...


code bases by tricklet

Comments

The Vision | MCU | DF CRAU | OTA

[unbearablynaive]

[Whale Comb Party]

[Just when he thought he'd finally made it out of the Atroma's sphere of influence, yet another power has taken hold of him and dropped him in a strange situation. Sigh. At least the Vision had had a year of peace first.

Luckily for him, Wanda had been brought along as well. Things could be worse. But because of that, he keeps an eye out for familiar faces. Perhaps they weren't the only ones around?

As usual, he doesn't eat, but this seems like the best time to try and catch others, before they all get turned to the wolves (so to speak). For everyone who approaches, the maroon-skinned android has a smile and a greeting.]

[doubled_speed]

[Listen, this was not what Tommy had expected when he went to sleep last night. Seriously, not even expecting this at all. He'd been partying in Germany to celebrate coming back to the world of the not kidnapped by interdimensional horrors cosplaying as one of his best friends and learning about all the shit that went down while he was gone for literally months. So, really, being kidnapped again? Not good. But being given food this time?

Fuck. Yeah.

Tommy's been racing around since he got here, sampling a bit from everything here and there that looks remotely like something he might vaguely recognize. No stripped meat, no weeds, and yeah, maybe he's popped a berry or two but like that even matters with his metabolism. Really, he isn't questioning any of it yet, because what is the damn point? World needs heroes, he's a hero, fuck it, work with the situation you've got. Maybe this time someone will make him a god or worship him or whatever. You know, small repayment.

Except there's one thing that he catches out of the corner of his eye that definitely makes Tommy just stop and stare. Openly. What? Shame is for other people. Because really, what are the chances that he runs into a red-skinned, clearly not really human person yet again in his life. And better question, if that is who he thinks it is, which him is it?]

Hey, you! Mandroidesque. What's your name?

[unbearablynaive]

[Mandroid...what? The Vision blinks. Here's an unfamiliar boy with a nagging similarity to someone that he's not quite placing. Might be the adjustment period to the entirely new situation, but who knows?]

Er, I am the Vision, lately of the Drift Fleet but originally from Earth. May I ask for your name?

[If he'd caught the flitting around at speed earlier it would have been a dead giveaway, but the boy doesn't sound anything like Pietro.]

[doubled_speed]

[Well, fuck, it IS him. Okay, now the question is which Vision it is. His soul-dad, or his dead friend. Neither answer has an easy solution. Tommy moves, quick as a thought, halfway down a table to look up at Vision.]

Tommy. Next question then.

[Fuck, he doesn't know what to ask to really separate the two. Granted he has an infinite time to think, seconds stretching out endlessly as he sorts through ideas. A normal person wouldn't even notice that the second delay before he speaks is a hesitation for him.]

What century tech were you made from?

[brooklyn_boy]

Steve knows this maroon-skinned android. For a second he's about to rush forward and ask about the Atroma and what happened. Steve had been grabbed right before he'd even had the chance to make a decision about whether to stay or go which has left him confused and concerned about might have gone down.

He stops himself before he launches into that though. He has no idea if this is a Vision who knows the Atroma. Has no clue where or when he's from. Steve has seen enough at this point to be cautious because of that uncertainty. He approaches slowly and with a wide grin.

"Hey, Vizh?" He's watching closely, looking for recognition or any tell that might give Steve a clue when he's from. "Is it really you?"

[unbearablynaive]

The Vision smiles warmly and walks over to shake Steve's hand; as he does, Steve might notice one of two things: a citrine and ruby ring on his right index finger, and a gold wedding band on his left ring finger. (The wedding band is a replica he made by shifting his skin; their new hosts had seen to give him the semi-engagement jewelry but not the wedding ring, which he's rather offended by).

"Captain Rogers. It's a pleasure to see you again."

[brooklyn_boy]

Anyone might say such a thing. Steve takes The Vision's hand, still unsure. But there's the ring. Rings. This is the same Vision. And, thank God, the sign of the rings likely means the fight with Atroma went well. It's a relief to know, honestly, but there are still more questions he needs to ask.

"I'm glad to see you but I wouldn't call being kidnapped again a pleasure." He smiles though. "Glad to not be alone, though. I take it we won the fight?"

[seeingscarlet]

[She hates this. She hates it. A year of domestic bliss wasn't long enough. She had a home, a proper one, and there was no one else calling the shots for once. It's probably the freest Wanda's ever felt. And now...

At least Vision's here. And their pets. And at least their hosts left her with her wedding ring.

The dragonling is currently asleep draped over her shoulder - someone had some of the striped meat - and Wanda had absently picked at a few of the offerings. It's good that she had little appetite, or else she might have finished that entire fruit.

As it is, she feels a little unsteady but it's fine. Probably. She's just going to walk up to Vision and rest her head on him for a while.]

I feel like you will disappear if I let you out of my sight.

[unbearablynaive]

[He squeezes Wanda's hand apologetically and drapes an arm around her. They'd had their own slice of paradise, and it had been utterly satisfying, but...somehow, he'd known it couldn't last forever. Nothing does. If he has to face a bunch of kidnappers again, at least they saw fit to leave him with the most important part of his life.

Anywhere could be home, as long as they were together.]

I will not disappear on you, Wanda. Though I hardly know what to make of all this.

[He gestures around. The Atroma had seemed weirdly incompetent at times, but at least they had...what, given them food and lodgings right off the bat? Known English? Somewhere along those lines.]

[seeingscarlet]

I will keep you safe, Vizh.

[Wanda wraps her arms around him and squeezes. She doesn't realize it, but she's leaning into him more heavily than she normally would, and when she tilts her head up at him her eyes are a little glassy, the way they normally are when she has a high fever...or the way they were that time she was hit with a tranquilizer dart.

Of course she's feeling off - being abruptly ripped away from the song of Naviadna after living there for a year had been deeply disorienting. It feels like she's lost someone, and her powers seem somehow muffled now even though she knows this is how they used to feel.

But that's not an explanation for why her eyes seem off.]

Whale comb. Whale. Comb. It is like they heard the words once and tried to guess.

[vivision]

[ Viv had not expected to be kidnapped to a strange planet, although with recent events she, perhaps, should not be entirely surprised. Actually, with the way being a Champion has been in general, she should not be surprised in the least.

The data she downloaded from the orb gave her enough information to work with, but there was one thing she had yet to learn - whether her teammates had also been brought along. That was what prompted Viv to explore, and to zero in on this building - the most intact, and powered, building she had come across.

To anybody inside, a reddish-skinned, green-haired teenage girl with what appears to be robotic seams or something similar, simply phases in through the wall from the outside, floating a foot or so off the ground.

She immediately catches sight of the man of similar make, one she recognizes. Not one of her teammates, not a Champion, but an Avenger. And her father. ]

Father! You are here as well? [ She floats on over, unaware of the, uh, everything she is now dropping on her not-quite-father. ]

[unbearablynaive]

[Everything is right. For all that he's learned that there are many versions of Earth, and that his is particular popular for having variants, the idea that somewhere there might be someone like him that is not a direct variation on him never quite stuck. But the similarities are there, and nobody looking at the two of them would be able to deny that they were related.

How such a thing is possible will be a question as soon as his brain gets past the initial shock.

Nevertheless, while he isn't completely able to get past the look of incredulity, he gives her as warm a smile as he's able and steps toward her.

(And he notes, in the part of his mind that isn't trying desperately not to blue-screen, that his hair would be green, if he had hair.)]

I am here. However, I must apologize that I do not recognize you. It is likely we are from different points in the timeline, or different timelines altogether.

[And this time the slight smile reaches his eyes, and he reaches out hesitantly.] And yet I have no difficulty believing you are family to me. My...daughter?

[vivision]

[ Viv is no stranger to alternate universes, or timeline shenanigans. After all, her teammates at one point included Miles Morales, the Spider-Man from an alternate universe, and a teenage time displaced Cyclops.

The moment of surprise is written on her face though, because even when not a stranger to these concepts, she had never truly considered an alternate version of her father. Even her disengaged emotional core doesn't keep it from her face... although it does ensure it's quickly gone.

Back to business. ]

Yes. My name is Vivian, but you and most others call me Viv. I am also a member of the superhero team called the Champions. Should any of them be here, they will corroborate my identity.

[ She maintains a proper distance, now knowing that he does not know her, simply floating a foot or so off the ground to put them at approximately equal height.

There's a hesitancy in the way she looks at him, though. She does not mean to convey it, but her father had always been an anchor she could rely on, and now that anchor is an unknown quantity. ]

[tingmoonshadowpowers]

[Well, here was someone that looked decided not human. Rayla was almost relieved. Granted, she had no idea what this person was as far as race as she'd never seen anyone like him before, but she kind of gravitated toward him before anyone that looked like they could be human.]

I did nae think whales even needed combs. What about you?

[unbearablynaive]

[Back on Earth, the Vision had tried desperately to fit in with humanity, as they were the only society he had access to. A few years in the Drift Fleet, though, had taught him to be proud of his differences - that he didn't need to hide, and that sometimes it even made other people who were visibly different feel more comfortable. Granted that Rayla still looks more human than some, but she's at least new to him, so he smiles warmly in welcome.]

Do you know, I've never even heard of one with fur? No doubt it is a poor translation for "welcome".

[At which point he inclines his head.]

I am the Vision, originally of Earth but lately hailing from a planet called Naviadna.

[tingmoonshadowpowers]

Nope. No fur on any whales that I know of. [She considered his comment, though, about the translation problem.]

That could be it. Translating between languages can be hard sometimes. You always lose somethin' in the meanin'.

[She held out one four-fingered hand.]

I'm Rayla. I don't think I've heard of Earth or Naviadna before. I'm from a place called Xadia.

[wearingthestars]

[This place is just full of familiar faces. Or...sort of familiar. In that multiverse sort of way that Billy wishes he wasn't so familiar with.

But Vision is whole extra complicated story, and Billy's catches himself staring far too long to have gone unnoticed, flushing apologetically and giving a small wave.]

Sorry. I wasn't- I...I kind of know you. I didn't mean to...stare.

:D

[unbearablynaive]

[He's used to getting stared at, as it happens, but the Vision catches himself thinking it's because of his appearance in general, and not because he's actually recognized. So his eyes widen and he nods in return.]

Ah, that's quite all right. This is a strange situation we find ourselves in, isn't it? I'm afraid I don't know you, although that may be a product of differing timelines more than anything else.

...Though, I do hope you don't recognize me from reality television.

[wearingthestars]

No worries, I've dealt with the whole different realities thing before.

[His own world's Vision might have as good a shot at recognising him for all theyve seen each other, but there's still a shy, hopeful feeling in Billy's chest.]

...You're on TV?

[reconstitution]

[ He makes it a point to eye the food with suspicion. It would hardly kill him, but he really doesn’t want to press his luck in a new and unfamiliar place. Instead of partaking, he edges to the wall of the room, simply watching. Better someone else keel over first. It’s when he’s scanning the room that he spots Vision, which gives him pause.

Is this the same Vision he’s become friends with, or merely someone he shares a universe with? Perhaps he’s unlucky enough that it’s someone who is still caught in the mess of the Accords. Still, he keeps his expression neutral and offers Vision a curt nod when they make eye contact. ]

[unbearablynaive]

[Now there's a familiar face - if one he's come to recognize as having many different iterations. Still, one can hope for the best.

He makes his way over after the other man nods and offers a welcoming smile.]

Now this is entirely unlike anything in my experience, I must say. I don't suppose you have any more insight than the rest of us?

[reconstitution]

[ The tension eases when it's clear that their interaction is at least going to be civil. ]

The being kidnapped part, or the desolate alien planet? [ It's at least a way to gauge how to interact with Vision, as a friend, or edging toward something similar to it. ]

[waterwhip]

[ This world is a disorienting place. Even knowing why she's here doesn't make the towering buildings intimidating, or the people mulling around less strange to her. Caution makes her skittish, skirting the edge of the room until she decides that no one here is likely to hurt her.

There's a man near the food table with the strangest complexion she's ever seen. He's bald, too--maybe a monk of some kind? He smiles agreeably and she finds herself smiling back. ]

Is this food safe to eat?

[unbearablynaive]

[His voice and expressions are warm and human(-like), even if the rest of him looks strange.]

For the most part, yes. The striped meat seems to make people drowsy, the blue drink compels you to tell the truth, and one of the fruits makes you act inebriated, though I have yet to narrow down which one. The root vegetables and other meats and drinks appear to be fine.

[waterwhip]

[ Katara listens to the strange-looking man, her brow pinching into a mistrustful expression as she glances at the table. The meat makes you sleepy? What on earth? She points at some of the glasses full of clear liquid. ]

The water is just water, right?