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Opening Test Drive Meme

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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[For Natasha's part, she's mostly trying to get up off the ground floor. Considering the setting she's more concerned about animals—tigers or crocodiles or who knows what might be out there—and the stairs and hallways provide an extra layer of security.

Which is why she's working on this. She'd like to have this at least habitable by dark.]

Wouldn't say no. The idea is to clean out this hall.

[Well, that's an easier way to handle things, isn't it? Small goals. Tommy nods and steps into the room, eyes immediately casting about for heavier things. Better to put his strength to use as quickly as possible, right? Then he can do the easier shit. Not like the teen's trying to show off. Too much at least.]

Pretty serious amount of space for one person, right?

It's not all for me. There's a lot of people around here. Not all of them look like they've got what you'd call survival experience.

[And there's something like safety in groups. There's risks too, but Natasha's math leans toward the benefits at the moment.]

]Yeah, well, survival experience isn't much needed when there is a grocery store down the road, so he gets it. Hates it, but he gets it.]

And you do? Well, I'm not going to argue.

[He moves to scoop up a whole armload of fallen debris. Simple enough.]

[Ha. Natasha does snort, but she's not about to argue if he's lending a hand.]

Thanks. I won't say clearing out the kindling is a survival strategy, but it'll make staying here a lot more pleasant.

Nah, I meant, do you have all those survival skills? I mean, I do, but only when it comes to being in a populated area. You know, the streets.

[Which may be an implication that the kid spent some time living on them, or at least in a bad area.]

[Apparently gently trying to redirect away from that question won't work today. She gives a shrug.]

Yeah. I haven't used them often, but I learned when I was younger.

Cool.

[Thanks for answering. Doesn’t see a point to prying beyond that. Instead he likes his arms with what could easily be a serious issue to carry. But he manages it and tilts his head at her.]

Opinions on where I should put this junker.

Ideally, outside. And far enough away they're not a fire hazard. For tonight, though, I'll settle for the hall.

[Pointing toward the door with her chin. She's grateful for any help; she's not going to demand more than a clean floor for the moment.]

Somewhere no one will trip on it.

[Somewhere no one will trip on it? Well that’s easy. And Tommy is gone in a flash and a blur of white. When he returns milliseconds later his arms are empty.]

Put it all about thirty feet from the door outside.

That's a neat trick.

[Natasha's seen something similar before. The fact it's familiar doesn't make it less impressive.]

[Familiar is nice, and Tommy grins at the comment. Yeah, he feels fucking awesome for showing off and being appreciated.]

Damn right it is. I can lift too. But this is the best way to get things cleared out faster, right?

[Serious drain on his body, but the more people he makes see him as useful, the more likely people won't mind him eating more.]

That's helpful. Don't feel like you have to push it too hard, though—there's not too much of a rush.

[And if he's got a talent like that, she doesn't want to exhaust it when it's not a necessary. At the same time, it's useful.]

How long can you keep that up?

I mean, as long as I'm fed properly? Indefinitely. I haven't actually pushed my speed to a point of exhausting before.

[And he's tried. There's just something about how his body works. He's sure there are fancy words for it. Lactic acid build up this. Enhanced endurance that. Whatever, all that matters is that he goes fast and he keeps going fast.]

Issue is my metabolism burns high always.

Good to know. We'll have to make sure there's extra rations for you.

[There's no question about that. No option where they don't find enough food for everyone. Not at this point.]

Hopefully things that won't get you drunk or put you to sleep.

[Yeah, rations don't sound healthy. But hey, they gotta make do with what they have. And for him, that means dealing with the fact that he isn't going to eat as much as he would normally want to. Or need to.]

Oh, right, some of that stuff made people tipsy, yeah? My metabolism is as fast as I am. I can't actually get drunk. It all burns off too fast. Superliver or something. The sleep thing, though, that was miserable. And don't get me started on the energy weeds.

[That experience had been genuinely painful and he isn't going to touch that stuff again, not even if it's the only choice to survive.]

No, those don't sound like a good idea.

[But they can give him fruit in a pinch, and that's good to know. It won't do much in the long run, but in the short term she thinks they can work with that information.]

We'll have time to start foraging in the area. Hopefully the fact we found things we could more or less eat means there are other options in the area.

[See, this is why they need people like Nat. People who will think through the information they got. Tommy just tended to go with what worked.]

There's the forest. Could have food there. That's what all those survival 'reality tv' shows say, right? Too bad there isn't, like, instructions or anything. Lazy if you ask me.

[While wilderness survival isn't her forte, she's familiar with it—and there are worse people you could have worrying about your logistics and support.]

That's the idea. Might be a steep learning curve, but we'll have to start collecting what we can unless the Agrii turn out to be remarkably generous.

[And even if they are, Natasha doesn't like relying on it.]

What? Kidnapping us isn't generous? I mean, technically they took me out of Jersey, and most people would consider that a movement up in the world.

[No one can sass Jersey quite like a Jersey native who moved to New York. It's like, a rite of passage.]

So this is your first interdimensional alien abduction?

[Not that Natasha is exactly old hat, but twice seems like a lot for something like this.]

Yeah. But not my first abduction. Last time was apparently an inter dimensional cosmic horror entity. I apparently lost, like, six months or something.

[And that is just a void in his mind. One moment he'd been in a warehouse, the next it was several months later and he was at a party. Life is weird. You get used to it as an Avenger.]

[That's not reassuring. Natasha's not sure what it is, but it's not reassuring. Just how common is it being ripped across space and time by some aliens or... cosmic entities?]

All right. So you're not a complete rookie. Good to know.

Oh no, I don't remember any of it. So effectively new. But I know what it's like to live out on the streets a bit, so I'm somewhat useful here. Name's Tommy, by the way. Tommy Shepherd.

[Not that it matters much, but it does allow him to imply names could be exchanged.]

[Hint taken.]

Natasha Romanoff. Nice to meet you, Tommy. We'll see how much of your street smarts will help you in space.

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