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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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Comments

[blindrecipe]

[Her familiar scent reaches him the same time as her voice does. He takes a moment, a long moment, to swallow any foolish hope and to keep his practical nature in the forefront. This is not the first time they've been separated since meeting. He's not sure how long it's been since they parted, again.

And just because she knows him doesn't-

And then she touches him and he lets out a shaky breath he hadn't known he'd been holding in and attempts a smile. However, he still holds himself ramrod straight. The only sign of his agitation is the way that he grips his walking stick as if he needs it to function.]

Hermione. [Saying her name is impossible without letting some of the feelings he has for her leak through.] The fact that you're here as well is a little unbelievable. In a good way. I think.

Are you...are you alright?

[brainiest]

[ He says her name and it is the greatest relief she has felt in so long. Emotion bubbles up inside of her immediately and she is already prepared to move forward and wrap her arms around him, to press close and tight and accept that he is truly here, but she doesn't know. He's still so stiff, so awkward, even if the way he says her name...

Hermione doesn't want to ruin something before it's even started. That would be stupid, especially for her, having come this far. ]

In a very good way. I didn't expect to wake up here, but it's so good to see you.

[ Her hand squeezes his gently, thumb brushing over the back of his knuckle, tender and soft. ]

I'm fine. Really good, actually. Are you? I - do you...

[blindrecipe]

[When she squeezes his hand, he relaxes his shoulders and turns it over until he his holding hers.

He silently thanks the Six that it's her and that things between them aren't as awkward as they could be. He's been lucky so far, at least when it comes to her, and it appears to have held up.]

I also didn't expect to end up here, but I can think of worse things than to have you be the first person I hear.

[He remembers that she doesn't really like it when he makes comments about his eyesight, despite the fact that it's a great way for him to get other people to not make such a big deal about his scars.]

Am I what, exactly?

[Just what are you asking, Hermione?]

[brainiest]

[ Holding hands with him feels so natural and right and she leans closer, squeezing his fingers gently. This is what he had been missing and she realises it, letting herself accept the warmth and tenderness that came hand in hand with being near him all over again.

At least his comment lets her know immediately that he is still blind - which isn't something that she wants to highlight, because as comfortable as he is with it she still feels a level of sadness and guilt that she's trying to manage all by herself. Instead, she smiles softly, despite knowing he cannot see it. ]

I can think of worse people to see.

[ Careful, she lifts her hand to touch his face, stroking over his cheekbone gently. ]

Do you still want - it's very quick, I know, but... What we were before...? Because I'd really like to kiss you.

[blindrecipe]

[He turns one intensely blue eye on where he can see her shadow in the fog that is his actual eyesight. Light and vague shapes, he's always been able to see, but he doesn't let anyone know because that is something he could use for his advantage in a fight.

He has done before with his friends.

Here, however, he just uses the difference in lighting to know where she stands a bit better than his hearing can tell him.]

As can I.

[He can hear her smile in her voice, but he suspects that she feels bad about his lack of sight. It is a topic they've broached before but not discussed at length. Ignis feels that it might be something that they'll have to talk about again if they are to continue their relationship.

At the touch of her hand on his face, he leans into the feeling of her soft and strong fingers against his skin. They're cool, or perhaps just cooler than his slightly heated cheeks.

A part of him wants to laugh at how ridiculous they are, but she's the first woman he's ever felt this way about and neither of them are particularly verbal about something so complicated as their feelings. He'll have to push to get what they both want. And he knows it.]

Yes, I'd like to kiss you as well. All the time.

[That's all the warning she'll get before he moves to do just that, dropping his walking stick to pull her bodily against him as he does so.]

I've missed you, Hermione. So much.

[brainiest]

[ It's very strange, being wrapped up in someone she knows can't see her, but there's something awkwardly comforting about it as well - she's never worried too much about her appearance, but... There's no pressure on that front. Ignis can touch her face and feel her, and she knows he knows what she looks like, but it means that she has to focus on all the other things that he can get from her. The emotion of touch and smell and sound is suddenly far more important.

She's just so relieved that he's here, at her side, that she can barely swallow it down.

The smile that settles on Hermione's face is indescribable, and she leans up, just a little; he's still so much taller than she is. ]

All the time? You'd get bored.

[ At least they're being honest. Her fingers stroke over his cheeks, draw him closer, leaning into him as she presses herself up to meet him for a kiss. It's wonderful - it feels like coming home - and her arms wrap around his neck just enough for her to have room to press up onto tiptoes, to smile against his mouth.

When she leans back to breathe it comes out with a laugh. ]

I've missed you as well! You wouldn't believe how much.

[blindrecipe]

[He knows what she looks like. He spent a fair amount of time with her before he returned to Eos and lost his vision. She's beautiful, but she's not overstated. It's part of what drew him to her in the first place. At least physically. There is more to her than her looks and he appreciates everything he's learned about her during their time together.

The feel of her against him is so perfect, so right and he closes his eyes with pleasure.]

I doubt you could be boring.

[And then they're kissing and the last of the tension leaves his body, for just a moment.]

I have some idea. Of course, I've no idea where we are, but it doesn't seem like any of the ships of the Fleet. If anything, the sounds are of a building, I think?

[brainiest]

[ Being back with him is so comforting and so familiar that there's nothing she can do except wrap her arms around him and hold on tight. Hermione has lived a life of varying troubles and traumas, but here, with Ignis, she feels safe. Despite being well aware that she can and will take care of herself, there's something tender and intimate about the feeling, knowing that they will take care of one another no matter what.

She squeezes him, tight, and closes her eyes. ]

You'd be surprised.

[ But she leans up to steal another kiss, and then another, unable to help herself as her fingers lift to stroke through his hair gently, ending to rest on the back of his neck. ]

It's not the Fleet. We're in some kind of welcoming hall with food.

[blindrecipe]

You never fail to surprise me.

[It's why he doubts that she'll ever really bore him either. He's not like her friend Harry or her first lover. Nor is he anything like the other men she's been associated with, and she is nothing like anyone else he knows.

He supposes it's why they work so well with one another.

He places a soft, lingering kiss in her curls, enjoying the slight floral scent that she always carries with her before pulling away a bit to try and take in as much of the room they're in with the rest of his senses]

I don't hear anyone else, and I can smell the food a bit. However, I think it's really the lack of any noise, ambient and otherwise, that is most concerning. [He turns back towards her.] Are you hungry at all?

[He's not sure if the food is poisoned or not, but her habits of making sure she's nourished are atrocious at best.]

[brainiest]

Ignis...

[ It's such a simple thing but Hermione falls into it easily; the very idea that they will keep surprising one another, keep being good for one another, makes her so happy that she cannot express it. All she can do is lean into him and accept the warmth and the tenderness, relaxing against the shape of his body.

She missed him. It's hard to think about how much she had missed him.

Fingers stroke against his arm and waist before she leans back, looking around the room before she breathes out and settles more comfortably. ]

I'm not hungry. [ Is she ever? ] Do you want to go and get anything?

[blindrecipe]

[It might be a simple concept, but Ignis is certain that they have always done good for one another, ever since they became acquainted during that fateful trip to a planet he barely remembers anything about, except the scent of spices and her lovely smile. And books.

The answer is to be expected. He knows her appetites.]

And when was the last time you had something to eat? [He can't help but want to take care of those that are important to him.] I'm not sure that I trust what I can smell on that table. Not yet. I need more information as to why we're here.

[brainiest]

[ It's never going to be something that's entirely her own fault; Hermione had been cursed to eat literal ash for such a long time that the idea of eating still settles uncomfortably on her shoulders. Being back here feels good, feels better, because she knows she can try and grow and be herself again, but it's not the easiest thing in the world.

Ignis knows, of course, and she sighs softly as she reaches for his hand, to stroke his fingers gently. ]

Not that long ago. This morning - or whatever morning was. [ Tugging on his hand, she leans up to rest her head on his arm, needing a touch of comfort. ] I wonder if there's anyone we can ask.

[blindrecipe]

[Of course he knows about her eating and drinking situation. It's not as if they haven't discussed it since he managed to see her... "room" during that particular time. Thanks to the Atroma.

If one could ever give thanks to kidnappers and mysterious gaolers. For anything.]

Hm, better than nothing. [He is partly teasing her, but he means it, mostly. And she should know that about him.

He tightens his arm around her waist as he attempts to use his other senses to feel out the room.]

I can't hear anyone, but that just means that they're not nearby. We might discover others if we search a bit further from this spot. Prompto can't be that far. Just look for the flash of his camera.

[brainiest]

[ Hermione is quietly glad that he doesn't push her any further on the matter, accepting the kindness he is giving her in not demanding she go and eat now. Her stomach is in enough knots with the strangeness of this new world.

He is here and so is she; that's what she needs to focus on. ]

I know. [ Her smile is soft, and she wishes he could see it, as selfish as that is. Ignis has accepted what has happened to him, but Hermione still struggles. Sometimes.

Leaning close, she rests her forehead on his arm, relaxing. ]

I'd imagine that if he was here he'd run into us. Literally.