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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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It's something they have in common. It's why Natasha threw herself into liaising between all the far flung remnants of the Avengers, of the Guardians, coordinated with the US military and the Wakandan guard. She'd needed something to do. She believes that's why Clint did what he did, too, misguided as it might have been. Neither of them could sit by and do nothing.

It just drives home the helplessness.

So they'll find something to do. "It'll take some real work to get this place in any kind functional condition. And that's just the buildings."

That's very much true, but at least Natasha was doing something useful and with a purpose. It doesn't take much planning to go out and murder people, but it takes forethought and discretion to do what she did. It's something Clint's still working through, as best as he can.

The distraction of trying to fix this place up, if they can even manage that, will help, however. "Lucky for us that we're not strangers to real work." He lets out a wry sort of sigh, but honestly, having a project to throw himself into is probably the best thing for him right now. "It's going to take time, of course, but it doesn't look like we're going anywhere."

"I don't have any other plans for the time being, so..." She trails off, smiling. She missed him. Not just during her time in the fleet, but the last years at home, too. Even while they were planning their last mission, they'd been so focused on the job—she hadn't thought it would be the last time they spent with each other. They hadn't had a chance to catch up.

Or maybe just to be friends.

She rubs her eye again discreetly. "We should take a look in the morning, see what we're really working with here."

"Yeah? Well, it just so happens that I don't either, so..." He can't help but shamelessly imitate her, down to the smile. If this is their last chance to joke around, to work together, to just be friends, he sure as hell isn't going to waste a second of it.

Maybe this place isn't so bad after all. It's too soon to tell, but at least she's here too. "Sounds like a good plan, though. We can regroup in the morning." Having something to investigate together makes it feel almost like old times.

"That just leaves what we're going to do in the meantime." She smiles, leaning back a little. It's not her strongest smile ever, but Natasha's never been someone to radiate unreserved joy. It's not how she's made. She's content, though, and that's saying something.

"I won't kick you out of you want to stay for a while. Barnes will probably be back eventually, but he won't kick you out either."

"Guess it does, huh?" He watches her as she leans back, thinking that it's nice to see her relaxed and so content. It's good to see, because back at home, there wasn't much time for relaxing. And really, this might just be the calm before the storm, but he's glad for it anyway.

"Yeah? You think he won't mind some other guy hanging out in his space?" Three's a crowd, or so they say.

"He might if you tried to snuggle." Her eyebrows rise at that, pointed, but her smirk is far from serious. Then she relaxes back into the wall. The whole prospect seems to amuse her.

"Barnes isn't the insecure type. I don't think he'd mind if I want to keep my best friend close for a while. Eventually you'd have to get some space of your own, but for the time being, we're all roughing it. Might as well be as comfortable as we can be."

His eyebrows rise too, and once she starts to smirk, that's when he starts to laugh. "Well, I was thinking about borrowing a spot for a catnap, not doing any snuggling, but anything's possible." It's such an oddly amusing thought, considering he doesn't know Bucky very well, and he's even less well acquainted with the version Natasha knows. "Sounds like a good way to get to know a person." Obviously he's not serious either.

"Don't worry, I won't mooch off you for too long. But if either of you change your minds, just let me know before you toss me out." Because while he's still not being serious, he doubts either of them would have difficulty removing him from the room if they really wanted to.

"Don't get me wrong, but it would be awful cute if the two of you did decide to cuddle a little. I'd take a picture, if I had a camera." Two of her favorite people? She doesn't expect it to happen, and if somehow it did she would never let either of them live it down, but she likes the idea. And she likes playing with Clint like this. "I bet he'd let you be the big spoon."

"Yeah? You'd like that, wouldn't you?" And just like that, even if it's only temporary, Clint's mood has officially been lifted. "I mean, no guarantees. I think one or both of us would have to be really drunk or completely exhausted for something like that to even happen." It's pure silliness, but hey, it beats talking about any of the other darker topics they could be focusing on.

"I can play fair sometimes. We could arm wrestle for it."

"You'd lose if you arm wrestled for it." It is silliness, and she's sure James would give her a suffering look if he overheard it, but she needs the silliness right now. They've planned enough, they've touched on their past as much as she cares to dig it out, and here they are—she's not ready to let the conversation end. "Starting to think you don't want to be the big spoon."

He fake sputters then, feigning indignation. "Oh, really? You think I can't handle myself?" Rolling his eyes, he crosses his arms and lets out a huff of pretend annoyance. This conversation is one he's not eager to let end either, so if it means resorting to even more silliness, then so be it. "What, because I don't want to play dirty and just take it? Fine, I'm the big spoon. Happy?"

"Happier than you can imagine." She says it flippantly, but it's true. Natasha hasn't been unhappy lately, not exactly. She's been pleased with her relationship with Barnes, content with the prospect of her future with him, but getting to see her best friend, the fact she'll get to share this with him?

For a moment, at least, she lets herself enjoy it.

"Not that I don't think you can't handle yourself," she says lightly. "But you might get lost in his eyes."

"Well, good, I'm glad to hear that." Flippant or not, he knows she deserves the chance to be happy, and now that he knows about it, for his part, he wants to make sure nothing happens to wreck that happiness. He knows better than to interfere in her business, but he can't turn off that inclination of his to always watch her back just like she watches his.

"How'd you know I kind of have a thing for nice looking eyes?" It sounds so ridiculous coming out of his mouth, but hey, it's not totally untrue, even if the context for it is pure nonsense. "I might be in trouble if they're that good."

And now that he thinks about it, whenever he actually meets the other guy, he's going to have a hard time keeping a straight face thanks to this conversation.

"Am I gonna have to worry about competition for my man, Barton?" Barely containing her smile at first. Then her expression softens a little. Clint has lost so much, and even if Natasha's sure he'll get some of it back... she sighs. She wants to enjoy what they have. The chance they've been given.

She has to wonder if it's unfair to him, though.

"I'll introduce the two of you. I think you'll like him."

"Yeah, of course, that's totally my big plan here: sneak in, get cozy in your space, and steal your boyfriend in the process." Just the thought of it makes him grin. "I'm just that charming, you know." With anyone else, his words would probably be interpreted as grossly arrogant, but he figures Natasha knows him well enough to tell he's not serious.

He's not nearly as certain that he'll get what he's lost back, but he knows there's not a lot he can do about rectifying it, other than trying his best to get back home. Even that seems like a long shot, and even though it's tempting to want to just enjoy things as they are right now, ultimately, he can't do that forever.

Still, he can enjoy moments like this while he has them.

"I'm definitely holding you to that." The introduction, that is. "And I won't turn it into a competition." Knowing them, there'll be plenty of other things to get competitive about.

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