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Opening Test Drive Meme
TEST DRIVE
Application FAQ | Taken Characters | Reserves | Application
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!
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!
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.
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...
Altair Kallig (Darth Nox) | Star Wars the Old Republic OC
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Ever since being dragged from the slave pens, Altair's life had been somewhat of a ride of randomness. He'd done things he never could even have dreamed of, wandered from one danger to the next, usually absurd in nature. Still, despite being yet another journey into the bizarre, this was... Quite a bit more bizarre than he was used to. Quite a bit... But not leaps and bounds, he supposed.
Still, Altair had never been the quitting type, come weirdness or whatever- he was a survivor. The cowardly kind of survivor who bent over backwards until it wasn't an option any more, but a survivor none-the-less. Dying wasn't an option, never had been.
And so he had decided that staying at this party was a good idea- he didn't need to interact with others to try and get information- merely had to slink into the shadows, and listen. Tuning into what he could feel which was... A whole lot of different things. Mostly confusion.
That made sense, as they seemed to be in more or less the same predicament.
Only the food had him peeking briefly up from beneath the veil that covered his eyes, and even that was only for a moment. He did move vaguely toward the tables though. He had been quite hungry, even before this latest round of insanity.
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Miles to Go
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The key to survival was shelter. Anything else came second. Food and water were essential, but protection from the elements, from predators? That was even more important.
Despite his aversion to people he didn't know, he ended up gravitating toward the hotel. There was safety in numbers, even if said numbers weren't exactly unified. Even if not all of those numbers were necessarily trustworthy. They could either toss their strength in with his, should danger come knocking, or be unwillingly tossed into the fray, should it come to that... Not that that was something he wanted to do. Despite being Sith, he'd never been particularly cruel or willing to sacrifice others for his own survival.
Altair moved through the lobby, headed for the stairs. A room on the first or second floor, he decided. Somewhere he could easily flee by jumping out the window without injuring himself too much.
While he still certainly felt connected to the Force, enough to sense his surroundings, enough to defend himself... It felt somehow duller here. Could be the shock, but... Still. Should he need to use it to break his own fall if he needed to flee out a window, he'd rather have the shortest possible distance to the ground.
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"...Sorry, are you Kree?" That's one of the few people he's known to be that particular shade of blue.
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"I'm not, no," Nor was it a species he'd heard of- a single letter off, from being a familiar species was still a single letter off. Still, they had to look similar to Chiss, if this person was asking such a question of him. With his eyes hidden, most people assumed he was Pantoran. He never really bothered with correcting the people who thought of him as such.
Nor would he mention the name of his species now, as he hadn't been asked.
"I have to say, I'm surprised you called out to me to warn me- you're in the same situation as I am, are you not? I'm sure it'd be more beneficial to you to observe what sort of effect any food I ate would have on me, so you know whether or not it's safe for you to consume."
Thinking like that... He supposed he was more Sith than he realized himself. Or at least found it easy to go into a Sith-like manner of thinking.
miles to go
Through one such entrance appears the head and shoulders of a young humanoid man, ducking in and peering all around the room--everywhere except at Altair himself. A cloak of faded rags covers most of the person, forming a hood around a very pale face and pair of flat-black eyes.
The way that they seem to glance right past him and aren't being very subtle in their arrival here, it's almost as if they have no idea that the other man is even there.
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Like too many crammed into too small of a space. He still felt a little of that himself, though he had no spirits with him now that spoke. Horak-Mul had been quiet since their arrival, though Altair could still feel the ancient Sith's power within himself.
"I'm starting to think my tendency to attract ghost followed me here too...," The Sith sighed, head tilted toward the intruder, though even curled up to rest as he was, he still wore his veil. He didn't need his eyes to see, after all, and would prefer to hide them, should he have any guests- as he had now.
"Are you searching for something?" He asked, wondering if he could even get them to take note of him.
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Gaze now locked on the other man, the rest of the individual slinks into the room, quickly crouching down against the other wall and balling up into a small rag-blanketed shape. Just watching for a moment before finally answering.
"Ghosts."
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Still, in Altair's case it would seem that he attracted things to him and didn't particularly have to go looking. Lucky him.
"There aren't any in here," He said, and well- it wasn't completely dishonest. Horak-Mul was there, but not in a place he could talk or be separate from him.
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And they just hunker down more comfortably where they're crouched, clumsily tucking their cloak of rags around their ankles to more completely seal themself into a soft shell of tattered fabric. It doesn't look like they have any intention of moving on to somewhere else any time soon.
"Are you looking too?"
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"I've had enough of ghosts to last me ten lifetimes, thanks," He responded to the question, sighing softly.
Really... From his ancestor to the ones he'd bound to himself. While he owed them for seeing him through his journey from apprentice to Darth safely, he could have done without their eccentricities. And almost dying.
Nothing he needed to dwell on now though, he supposed.
Instead he focused on his guest, head tilted, though as he still wore his veil, his expression was mostly hidden, "Why are you searching for ghosts? Aren't there enough in there already?"
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"Yeah, ten lifetimes. One hundred sixty-four lifetimes. And some pieces."
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"Sorry. I won't ask again."
It was hardly any of his business, anyway. And if there was one thing he'd learned by now it was that ghosts were just... Weird. It was in their nature, he supposed, like being quiet and observant and always in search of knowledge was in his.
"Are you going to stay there for now?"
It wasn't like he necessarily minded the company- he'd spent so long in the company of his companions by now that suddenly being on his own again was the strangest thing of all. There was a shortage of trust, but that was nothing new, for a Sith like him.
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"Are you going to stay there for now?" parroted back in the same tone as the other man, settling down even further into the space they've claimed for themself.