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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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Explosions are just... they're what he is. Speed and boom. It doesn't... He has to sigh. No, he doesn't like this at all. Just crosses his arms over his chest.

"Some speedsters can, but by touching things. I have, fuck, how did they word it? I accelerate molecular structures by hyper-kinetic vibrations. Or something. I don't have to touch them, I just do it."

That is just weird for him. This was part of why he was wanted back home. What made him super.

"Maybe the berry dulled it..." Steve's not sure but it's worth giving Tommy some hope. Optimism is Steve Rogers' greatest export after all. "How about we forget about the berries and just get straight back to camp? Give it some time to wear off."

He knows vaguely the way he came and points off in one direction.

"You're way more efficient than I would ever be at scouting around. I'll wait right here and you find us a path? We'll take it together and make sure neither of us get into any trouble.

A good team of two."

Don't worry, Tommy knows that Steve is, like, the worst optimist. Captain America always believes the best of people. Which is stupid. People suck. But don't worry, Tommy didn't intend to burst that silly little bubble.

Still, he is left to consider for a while, before grabbing a few extra berries for the road.

"Probably not safe to go sonic speeds, so this could take a bit. Have yourself a seat, old-guy. I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Old guy?"

It's not worth it to cause a fuss though. Technically speaking he is over a hundred so it's not that far off. Frowning, he crosses his arms over his chest and waits for Tommy to jet off and then return. At least he's near the berries and some of the roots he's been chewing on.

"Probably the most spry centennial he knows," Steve grumbles around a root, chewing it slow enough to maybe make the full feeling last longer. If he has time he'll dig up some more.

Maybe. Tommy has met Asgardians.

The forest sucks. This much Tommy has decided by the time he returns to Cap for real. After half an hour. There were a few instances of winds rushing around near Cap and berries stripped from the bush. Even a potato going missing before Tommy comes to a stop by Steve.

“By the way? Hate this place.”

Smartassness aside (or maybe because of it. You've met Bucky and Sam), Steve likes Tommy. When he comes flying back Steve has a respectable amount of not-potatoes joining the berries in his jacket-bag. It will be enough to last him, Tommy, and Bucky for a day or two. And yeah, he is counting Tommy now. As stated before: Steve likes him.

"Yeah. I'm not overly fond myself."

In the bushes there's been rustling that Steve wasn't sure about. It could be the squirrel-like animals or something new. He doesn't want to find out when the sun is starting to dip and the world is getting dark. Maybe in the long, long morning.

"Found a way out?"

“It took forever. Still, faster than Uncle Petey could manage I think.”

Half an hour is an eternity to a young man who, when properly fed and running at his native speeds, can experience such a perception differential of time that another man’s five minutes can be weeks for him.

"Yes," Steve agrees more to continue the conversation than to actually support that bit of hubris. "And I'll assume then that you found the way out?"

It's been a half hour of sitting and the sky is getting dark. Let's move, speedy.

Hey! He is faster than Pietro. Maybe.

“Of course. Want a lift?”

He could just carry Steve carrying the food. Faster. Right? Not a need for approval there. Tommy doesn’t need approval. Steve just has the food and Tommy wants to eat.

Steve looks at Tommy and then at himself and the laden jacket-bag. He knows Tommy is fast but did super-strength come with the package too? How would it even work for him to be going so fast? Steve feels like he needs a safety helmet and some goggles, minimum. He wore eye protection even on his bike, let alone at super-human speeds.

"Uh," he sums up, not moving. "I think I might be a little heavy. But you can take the food and come back?"

Really? Heavy? Tommy rolls his eyes at that. But he has a rule. In situations where it isn't life or death, or absolutely funny, he doesn't break people's requests about that stuff. It can be uncomfortable for them.

"Dude, I can lift a literal ton. Okay, I can only lift 850, but seriously, if you're that dense, that's pretty impressive."

So he starts moving, walking away from Cap like he isn't even bothered by how slow he has to go for a normal person.

Steve is relieved to not be in the air all the same. He follows behind Tommy, curious. "So," he broaches, "Super speed, super strength... Looks like you got a bunch of talents."

Like he can talk.

"What do you do in your universe? Save people? Part of the Avengers?

Compete in the Olympics?"

Aw cute, Steve thinks they could do things like Olympics. Tommy turns around, hands up behind his head, walking backwards as he considers Steve.

"First, the speed and strength are a package deal. If my muscles weren't stronger, how would I even be able to push off the ground hard enough to go fast? So it's like... if super powers were an umbrella, those two would be under mine. Speed means you've gotta have some strength. Like people with super solder serum like you. Strength, faster than most, heal better, look pretty."

Tommy shrugs.

"Or maybe I have them together because, you know, mutants. But they wouldn't let us compete in the olympics. I guess Northstar did, for skiing. Surprised they haven't taken his gold away. Because humans are pretty racist."

The part about the powers makes sense but everything after that has Steve feeling lost. Humans were racist, sure, but he had no idea what that had to do with Tommy and his running. Was their universe so different that you needed to be a certain type of person to even compete? What was this all like?

He keeps thinking though and thinks, suddenly, that maybe he was only partially correct. He'd said 'us', after all. And something told Steve that Tommy didn't mean white guys with blonde hair.

"Mutants? Like Kitty?" He remembers talking to her about it. The idea that Tommy came from that same place makes him feel instantly sympathetic.

"They don't like people with powers?"

Blonde? Oh come on Cap, be fair. This is the pure, snowy white hair of a Maximoff. Or Lehnsherr. Listen, Magneto and his offspring are so name fluid it's weird.

"Kitty? Let me guess, last name Pryde, with a 'y', goes through things? If so, totally like that. She's an X-Man. And no, some people do. But come on, with all the racism against Jews when you were younger, and all the shit against black people, are you really shocked when humans get freaked over a fucking actual genetic difference as opposed to religion or melanin levels?"

When he says it like that...

"I guess I can understand. But those differences make you all strong. It lets you protect people." Or hurt them, he recognizes. Just look at what happened with Wanda and the Accords. Steve purses his lips and exhales sharply though his nose.

"Yeah. Yeah, I guess I can still see it.

"Was it hard for you? Back home? I heard a little from Kitty, but..."

See, this was why he'd like Captain America, when the guy wasn't on their asses for trying to be a super hero team when he was only 16. And this one doesn't even know about the juvie time. But funny he should mention Wanda...

If by 'funny' one means that Tommy has a brief, dark look on his face. And then it's gone. Like a faslh.

"Yeah. It was bad. Kids with powers? The system doesn't really like how things go when our powers kick off for the first time. It can be hard. And not all families like having freaks for kids."

The term he uses, 'freaks'. Well, he might not mean for it to be, but it's quite clear how his family took it.

Steve's eyes narrow as well, just at the 'Freak' comment. He might not be 'mutant' but he knows acutely what it's like to grow up with the world looking at you like you're a mistake. He wonders if the Steve Tommy knew ever shared those stories.

"You're not a freak," he says firmly. "You being special doesn't make you less or more than anyone else. You have powers which give you additional responsibilities and different experiences than others. But that doesn't make you a 'freak'."

Not a freak? Tommy laughs. Come on, are you seriously? Tommy knows what he is.

"You're wrong. I'm a freak in a lot of ways. That's just what life is."

And he takes it in stride, turning back around to guide by looking forward because he doesn't need to see Captain America being weird about it.

"Hey!"

Steve steps forward and grabs Tommy's shoulder to stop him and hopefully have him turn back.

"You know how many times growing up I was called a loser or a sissy? I had to fight everyone just for them to think I wasn't a waste of space.

"Even now there's people who think the only reason I'm worth anything is because I got that serum."

He squeezes his shoulder tighter.

"You're not a freak. You're different, sure. But that is what makes you special."

Steve touching him? Oh man, that almost gets Tommy to swing at him. That isn't something Steve should be doing. He doesn't have the right and he doesn't get it.

"You don't know what you're talking about," Tommy counters. "You don't get what it's like to be a mutant. You don't get what it's like to exist because of magic and demons. And you definitely don't get what I went through so don't think you know whether I'm a freak or not."

Steve steps back, hands up in a gesture of peace. Tommy is right, after all. He has no idea what it is like to be a mutant in his world. No one saw him as something other than human. Steve has no idea what that must have felt like as a child growing up.

"Alright," he concedes. "Alright, how about this: I don't see you as a freak. Okay? I've known a lot of people with gifts and none of them have ever been freaks. Not to me."

Well that gets Tommy to sigh and turn away, shrugging the hand off his shoulder.

"Provided you don't ever try to hurt my brother just because of his 'gift', then yeah. We're cool. If you do, I'll hit you."

At maybe a few hundred miles per hour. Which would suck.

"I am not gonna hurt your brother unless he's hurting people first. Alright?" He loves Bucky but he broke his arm to stop him from fighting. So, yeah. Punch would suck but Steve will take it.

"It's good that he's here, though. Is he fast, like you?"

That's not what his Steve did. Okay, so maybe it is. But putting evil people who were going to blow up NYC with a nuke into a temporary coma had been an answer. And they hadn't been hurt.

"Billy? No. That's the thing. He's magic. Avengers back home don't tend to have a great track record on magic."

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