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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! 

*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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[personal profile] frontierbashir 2019-08-05 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
The gentleman in front of him certainly appeared human to the doctor, but he could never truly know that without the aid of his tricorder. He doesn't entirely recognize what the other is wearing either--certainly not contemporary Terran, but not the other extreme--the fashion of the 1960s Earth he sees in his holoprograms. He's unsure about fashion in the Terran colonies, but it certainly doesn't look Cardassian or Bajoran in any case. Regardless, Julian's already assessed the situation since arriving and decided to stick to the Prime Directive for now until he got a better sense of what exactly was going on here.

He relaxes slightly when the tree branch is lowered (even though he's already done calculations that he would be able to avoid it if it had been brandished in his direction by a normal human).

"I certainly don't blame you--it's eerily quiet out here," he replies as he takes a half step forwards towards the other.

"I'm afraid I didn't have as much luck as I thought I would. I was hoping to find an animal, truthfully. I would feel better knowing where my meat came from if I could have seen where it came from." As though expecting something to pop out of the brush around them, he does look around them just in case.

Satisfied (or perhaps unsatisfied) that there wasn't anything else sentient around them, he carefully reaches forward and extends a hand. "Doctor Julian Bashir."
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[personal profile] beenalongday 2019-08-05 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, he's human alright, which kind of makes him vulnerable in situations like these. He'd feel a lot more secure if he had his bow and arrows, but he doesn't, and something tells him he's not likely to get them back anytime soon. Which sucks for him, but at least he's good at improvising. As for what he's wearing, it's neither Terran, nor Cardassian or Bajoran, and it's certainly not 1960s based. Even if he knew what three of those things were referring to, he'd just call his style of dress good old fashioned Earth style.

...Whatever that means.

"Yeah, you're telling me. Which makes things like a twig snapping sound twice as loud." But hey, he's not saying anything about Julian, just making a comment about silence amplifying things. "What would you do if you found an animal, though? Got a knife or something on you?"

That would be where his own weapons would come in handy, but whoever saw fit to bring him here didn't factor those into the equation.

"Good meeting you," he says, holding out a hand in case the other man wants to shake it. "Clint Barton."
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[personal profile] frontierbashir 2019-08-05 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Regardless of Clint's intentions, Julian does look slightly bashful. His alien friend Garak would certainly get a laugh from Clint's comment--Julian is well-known to be anything but subtle in just about every way.

Julian takes Clint's hand and gives it a firm shake before returning it to his side. When Clint asks about what he would do if he discovered an animal, his eyes widen momentarily before he shakes his head "no".

"I don't think I could stomach doing that just yet." Even though Julian is an accomplished surgeon, it's far different manipulating a lifeform when he's attempting to save it. Not to mention most of the time the equipment he has does allow him to keep a certain emotional distance. He's not foolish enough to believe that he could live on a new world without needing to kill for food eventually. He almost wishes he had Starfleet rations to tide him over instead.

"No, I was thinking by observing any of the fauna, I might get an idea of what kind of adaptations the native species here have developed to cope with the environment. They may provide clues as to what to expect here as well as give a better idea of what prey animals or herbs exist--potentially for consumption."
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[personal profile] beenalongday 2019-08-06 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
"So, not a hunter then. But it takes all kinds, or so they say. Doctors are useful in general, and I'm sure we'll need your skills before too long." Not to be fatalistic but people get sick and accidents happen.

"For what it's worth, I'm glad you're here." Not for himself, because he dislikes the poking and prodding that doctors do, but for others who might wind up needing the assistance. And even then, he's needed patching up too.

"Sounds like a smart idea. Otherwise we're more or less flying blind here."

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[personal profile] frontierbashir 2019-08-06 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
"You give me too much credit. I'm afraid without my laboratory, it'll be rather difficult to determine what can and cannot be used as medicine around here. Further, without my equipment, I'm limited to anything beyond simple diagnosis," he sighs, wry smile on his face. It's something he's been thinking about since he woke up in this strange place and realized his tricorder wasn't functional.

He can't help but curse his younger self for being so obsessed with "frontier medicine". Deep Space Nine was nothing compared to this. The barebones sickbay on the Defiant looked like a dream compared to this.

"And I must say, as useful as my training can be, I sincerely hope I need to use it as little as possible. Until then, I'll be scrounging around the city to see what type of electronics may be laying around." Perhaps he'd be able to cobble something together. Even while hiding his abilities on Deep Space Nine, he was never as brilliant with machinery as O'Brien was. Is.
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[personal profile] beenalongday 2019-08-06 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Hm, well, that is a dilemma, and maybe I don't know anything about this place we're stuck in, but who's to say you can't scavenge something that might be useful to developing something like that?"

Of course, Clint's just theorizing here, because maybe there's nothing salvageable to scavenge. And even if there is, who's to say anything made from salvaged parts would work? "Either way, simple diagnosis is better than nothing, I think."

But he's not an expert, so maybe he shouldn't be offering his opinions. Still, it seems like they're on the same page as far as scrounging around goes. "Well, hey, if you need a hand with that, I'm available." He doesn't have much else to do right now anyway.
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[personal profile] frontierbashir 2019-08-07 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
Julian breaks out into a grin.

"Much appreciated. Do you have any experience with electronics or engineering?" Could he be this lucky? Could he have literally stumbled upon someone with that kind of skillset? He thinks it unlikely but it's worth asking. After all, as a physician, he suspects no one would think he had any such skill himself.
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[personal profile] beenalongday 2019-08-07 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
Well, now he feels bad for being about to potentially disappoint him.

"Me? Not really, but if I have a general idea of what I'm supposed to be looking for, I can put two and two together." He's not a brilliant engineer like some people he knows back home, but he's smart enough and with the right information, he likes to think he could be useful.
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[personal profile] frontierbashir 2019-08-10 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
His face falls noticeably when Clint doesn't turn out to be a secret genius engineer that would be able to figure out how to get his tricorder working.

"Oh."

But then he rearranges his face with a small amiable smile to make up for the fact that he sucks at hiding his disappointment.

"Well, hopefully we'll find some things around that aren't too badly damaged. The building with the food in it appeared oddly pristine."
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[personal profile] beenalongday 2019-08-10 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Sorry, man. If Tony Stark was here, I'd introduce you. Now there's a guy who knows what's what. If it's mechanical and sparks a lot, he's interested. He's also a pain in the ass, but what can you do?" Not that he really hopes Stark will show up here; no one deserves to be kidnapped, not even him.

"Like I said, point me in the right direction and I'll do what I can to be useful." He lacks Tony's smarts, but what he does have is an interest in being helpful when he can.