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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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[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?

[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.]

[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?

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[Tommy. And his eyes widen as Tommy moves. Yeah, it's definitely Pietro he's reminded of. Huh.]

It's good to meet you, Tommy. Early twenty-first, with a bit of galactic influence on Earth development for the time. [Lately, he's been more used to people perceiving him as a human variation rather than an android, but he supposes it's back to the drawing board now.]

[Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. There is clear distress on his face, for a quarter of a second. How do you address this mess? 'Hi Dad?' Things like this are complicated, and he never really met the real Vision back home, not even when they were working out of the Avengers Manor. Well, talk about awkward.]

So, Ultron's creation then, not a variant on Kang's tech. Original flavor Vision, if you will. Which of course you will. Because, yanno, you're you.

[Damn, this is awkward. Is it awkward for Vision? Probably not. Just awkward flailing not-son. Why is this his life? Still, the fact that the name Tommy and moving fast didn't trigger any reaction, he has to assume Vision's just playing it cool. Or really doesn't know. Either way, not saying it.]

Guess in a pinch in a place like this, you'd be super useful. Good to know we've got you around then. Like, geniuses are probably useful. Still, gotta ask... Why do you sound like Stark's Butler?

[Judging by the concerned expression on his end? Yeah, it's awkward over here, too. Did he get rebuilt after the whole mess with Ultron? Is Tommy from the future? Considering he's never heard of Kang and Tommy just called him "original flavor", that might be the case.]

Er, thank you, I suppose. My voice and a large part of my programming are derived from Mr Stark's assistant AI, JARVIS, though if he's since been reinstalled I'm not aware of it. I have not been home in quite some time.

[Woah woah woah, wait, what?]

He made an AI of Jarvis? That's got to confuse Jarvis himself. Unless... Wait, is Jarvis dead?

[That can't be right. Guy made the best milkshakes. And Tommy adored him. Even when he was a Skrull that one time. Can't hold that against the guy. Well, he totally can because the Skrull kidnapped Jessica Jones and Luke Cage's baby, and honestly, Cage is probably one of Tommy's favorite avengers because the guy just got that hte Young Avengers were going to do what the Young Avengers were gonna do and respected them.]

[He frowns.] Edwin Jarvis passed away in the late 1990s, and Tony Stark named his subsequent AI after the man. He was rather old at the time, having known Howard Stark since they were both young men. Is there another Jarvis you might know?

[Or is Tommy actually from the past? Or--this is confusing, and it shows in his expression.]

[Tommy looks about to protest, because dude, it's 2014 and last time he checked, Jarvis was alive. Which means Tommy has to pause and think for even longer. Because there is a lot to consider here. A hell of a lot.]

That doesn't... That doesn't make sense. He was alive last year. And that was 2013.

[And oh dear, time was about to be more confusing for Tommy.]

[He purses his lips.]

2018, and that was close to two years ago when I was last on Earth. Our first contact with alien civilizations in a public manner was the Chitauri invasion of New York City in 2012. If yours was otherwise, we are almost certainly from different timelines.

[Well that explains some things. Tommy sighs and shakes his head. He reaches for a glass on the table, taking up one that looks like lemonade and throws it back with no hesitation. Good stuff.]

Nah, more like different parts of the multiverse. Know some people that did some traveling of that recently. Should have paid more attention when they were talking at the diner. Why where there Chitari in the city? Other than, you know, New York having the worst luck ever? Seriously, it's been a few months, probably time for another Skrull invasion or something.

[You, sir, are not wrong. New York has terrible luck.]

Ah, indeed. Are you from one with mutants, then? There aren't any in my world, though I've met several in my travels since then.

In this case, Loki of Asgard had led them there in an attempt to secure the Tesseract. The Avengers assembled for the first time and fought him off.

[Woah, the guy knows about mutants. Wait, does that mean he doesn't have mutants? Well, that would explain his lack of recognition of Tommy. Maybe. If there aren't mutants, there isn't Wanda, and there isn't Tommy. Which means Vision is off the hook.]

Never heard of the Tesseract, and the idea that the Avengers are new is just weird. But yeah, one with the mutants. Hell, I'm practically mutant royalty. My grandfather is about the most famous mutant there is.

[Sadly, he's not aware of the instance of reality where they had that happened. Where he was a Prince of Magneto's house. Probably for the best.]

I go by Speed, and in my world, I'm a Young Avenger. You sorta died there. Made a failsafe program, in case things went to shit for the Avengers. Guess I made the cut.

[He raises a brow; Tommy doesn't look much like Charles Xavier. But maybe there are other famous mutants. That Wolverine guy?

Not...terribly surprising (though disappointing for sure) that he's dead there; he is in his own timeline, apparently, and would he really be an original flavor if the others hadn't been replacements? He looks thoughtful.]

Then I am glad to meet someone another version of myself found to be worthy of inclusion. I think there are a few other current or former Avengers around, from various timelines.

[Or, wait, if he's "Speed", maybe he's Pietro's grandson? Kitty and Kurt had made a point that Wanda was usually a mutant, to them. There, that explanation makes much more sense.]

Ah, and if you're familiar with its other name, the Tesseract is an Infinity Stone.

[Dude, Magneto is SO much more famous. In Tommy's opinion. But he doesn't feel like he has to correct Vision given he doesn't know that Vision tagged him as related to Xavier]

I mean, we haven't interacted since you got repaired and all that, so I don't know if you found me worthy or were just thinking 'speed punching is good'. Because it is, you know? Kinetic force for the win. Still, might be fun trolling some Avengers who won't see me coming.

[The grin on his face is pure Pietro's mischief. Surely you didn't see that coming. But that smile fades immediately over the mention of the Infinity Stone.]

Which one?

[Definitely related to Pietro. It's good to know at least one timeline of him survived and had kids. ~~nobody correct him~~]

The Space Stone; Loki also had the Mind Stone but lost it during the battle. [Because at this point he's pretty sure the one set in his forehead is just a replica acquired by the Atroma, but it doesn't seem to impede him at all, so he doesn't mention it.]

Although I would certainly say speed punching could be useful. [Which makes him narrow his eyes.] Although, on that note, unless they continue to feed us, we may have difficulty keeping up with your metabolism; I assume you take in rather more calories than the average human?

[So, this Vision clearly has some interactions with Pietro. Interesting. But yeah, that's... sorta Tommy's concern too. His eyes cast around to the table and he frowns. Wonders how much of it he can squirrel away. Just what he wanted, going back to those awkward teenaged years.]

You're definitely not wrong. All of me is accelerated. Brain, body, metabolism. Not that I haven't gotten by on less before. Just means I'm not as useful while I do. Hard to maintain speed when my body has less to burn.

[Little enough, but Pietro had been to the Fleet once. It had been enough to get to know his habits a little better. A heavy metabolism to account for abilities isn't unique to speedsters, though. So he nods.]

If any of these foods seem to be particularly nourishing to you, I would be glad to assist you in finding or recreating them. This may be meant as a teaching exercise, and it would benefit us all to know which are more calorically or nutritionally dense.

[Wait, Vision, helping? Talk about something Tommy never expected in life. Sure, Vizh 2.0 totally would have been a bro and helped Tommy figure it out. But he's not exactly used to his not-dad being supportive. Oh well, maybe Vision is just helpful when he isn't spiteful and angry? Who knows.]

The root vegetables have felt good so far. Typically I need more protein and a ton more carbs. Sugar can probably be accounted for with the fruits. Really love the cherry ones. Of course those are probably seasonal, right?

[He reaches over for another drink. Water should be easy to get here, so instead he goes for the next interesting drink, the blue one. A nice swig and his eyes go wide.]

Okay, our hosts better provide a ton of this because this is amazing. I haven't had something this good since, well, the party two nights ago, but you know, Germany's full of great lagers. But not blue ones. Maybe it's a holiday thing.

[Or maybe the Vision that Tommy knows is just ~~a dick~~ ~~inconsistently written~~ a dick.]

As of yet, we do not know what is seasonal, or even if there are seasons; I would need better access to the information about this world and its orbit to be certain. Much of that can be inferred from observational data, but That will require at minimum several of the local days.

[But he's at least listening carefully and nodding at Tommy's information.]

Ah, is it alcoholic? One of the first businesses set up in my previous kidnapping experiment was a bar. I'd not be surprised if the same happens here.

[Previous kidnapping experiment? That sounds interesting. Looks like kidnapping runs in the family. Him, Vision, Wanda. Yeah, that's interesting.]

Sounds better than what I just got out of. I mean, when I was kidnapped all there was to be had was an unknowable void where there was nothing but darkness and silence and utter emptiness for all time, until time itself meant nothing and I spoke into the void just to hear something.

[Wait, what? Tommy's hand comes up to cover his mouth. What did he just say? He didn't... He had meant to say that when he was grabbed it was a breeze because he didn't remember anything. Which was a lie.]

[Wait, what? That's...not at all like the Drift Fleet, and the Vision looks very concerned.]

That sounds terrible; I am sorry to hear it. But surely it could not have been for all time, as you are among us now? Or did it merely feel that way, as you no doubt experience the passage of time differently?

[He shakes his head and mutters.] We, at least, had spaceships.

[Yeah, Vision deserves to look concerned. Tommy, meanwhile, is looking distrustfully at the table. Then he sighs and shakes his head. Just his mouth getting ahead of his brain. That happens sometimes.]

It was a bit of both. I mean, I was there for months apparently. My friends rescued me just a few days ago. Well, my twin too, and his fiance. The Young Avengers are just sorta an interconnected mess like that.

[Okay, he's not enjoying this. Tommy frowns as he looks at Vision. Okay, new experiment.]

You're not my least favorite Avenger.

[Nope, there is a sour look on Tommy's face. Because he was going to say 'favorite' which of course was a lie.]

[He bites back an admonition that Tommy is awfully young to have a twin with a fiance already, because really, who is he to talk? Someone who's been married for a year at the age of, like, 8.

But with the second bit, he clues in that something odd is happening. That's really not a normal thing to say.]

Er, I suppose that's good. You're having some kind of difficulty, aren't you? Do you think it was the food?

[Dude, Vision is not dad enough to judge Billy's space-king fiance. At all. But Tommy's busy glowering at the drink. He puts it down and frowns.]

Food or maybe the drink. Pretty sure I can't lie. I was going to call you my favorite.

[Funny how that time it comes out properly, because it was honest, that was what he'd wanted to say.]

Whatever fruit that's made out of? Evil. Drunk people have a hard enough time without compelled honesty.

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/MAKES UP TIMELINE SHIT

it's a fair making up

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