Winter Test Drive Meme

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WINTER TEST DRIVE MEME
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Welcome to the Current Test Drive for The Revival Project!

This game is a spin-off from the closed The Drift Fleet game. For more information about the game, including more details on the setting, please check out the FAQ here or the premise here.

A thread on the TDM will be required for all applications. Please view the FAQ for information about how this works. Any questions about the game please direct to the comment section of the FAQ as well.

If you are a Drift Fleet alumni bringing your character from the game, please label your character as 'DFAU' on your top level. 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! If you want to completely restart your character, they're not considered DFAU anymore and won't need the label.

So go! Explore Agra 10! And, as always, HAVE FUN!

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Winter in Temba and Sh'Ka

Winter has arrived on Agra 10 and with it its cold temperatures, sharp winds and, you guessed it, snow. It starts slow and gentle in Temba, but even such gentle snowfall tends to build up and over the course of a few days of constant snowfall, the city has been covered with a white, roughly knee-deep blanket - Unless someone actually remembered to keep some of the paths clear.

And it still keeps snowing.

Over in Sh'Ka, a similar picture has been painted. But being situated within all these tall trees paints a somewhat different picture. A more icy one. All the by now leaf-free trees are covered in a thick layer of ice, as are Sh'Ka's stone-carved buildings. The wind here is harsher than it is in Temba, which has been comparably wind-free.

Please try not to slip and hurt yourself while marveling at either city.

Explore the city Temba!

Here's a map of Temba and a bit more description of some of the buildings here.

Most of the buildings are run down and have clearly been abandoned for years; fortunately, the water treatment center appears to be working, but power is intermittent and unreliable. What used to be stores or places to live in lies in ruins, but there may still be something to scavenge among the rubble. Do you want to risk a swim in the flooded area that has turned into a deep lake that has yet to be fully explored; or does it draw you to some of the more prominent and partially restored buildings, such as the hotel, the hospital or the amphitheater.

If you are lucky, you might even stumble over The Deep End, the bar located on one of the mid-levels of the tower residences in one of the residence towers. Unfortunately no bright neon signs can lead you there, but it does exist.

Visit the spaceships!

That's right, there are currently several small spaceships sitting in the hangar. Not all of them may be around when you check out the building, as one of the pilots may be using one of them to fly over to Sh'Ka. But there should still enough of them around for you to inspect and maybe wonder about. However, only one of them will open its doors for you. Do you dare to step inside? Check out the protein paste or maybe even meet one of your crew mates?

Try the network!

Upon arrival, your character will have on their person a small, handheld communications device. Maybe they know exactly how to use a computer, smartphone, or tablet, and immediately blast out a text or video trying to figure out what's going on. Or maybe they're not so tech-savvy after all, and everyone is about to get a lovely shot right up your character's left nostril.

There be storms...

These power-altering storms keep ravaging parts of the planet every once in a while. No one truly knows where they come from or what to do about them yet, but one of them appears to be approaching. You have the option to find shelter in one of the buildings to wait for it to pass. Unless, of course, you rather feel drawn to investigate.

Should you step inside the storm, or even get lost in it, it will show ghosts of people you know and those you don't. It drains you of any super-human abilities and tries its best to keep you from getting to its origin. Are you going to try anyways? Or are you going to chase the whispers of people from your past? Maybe you will simply find yourself calling for help or stumble across another lost soul in need of assistance.

More information can be found here.

Wildcard!

You're welcome to use any previous test drive scenarios or previous game events as a basis for a thread/situation, or simply make up your own! Keep in mind that you're currently stranded on a planet with only basic necessities, but there is enough food and fresh water. Creature comforts, however, seem to be distinctly lacking. Quite unlike a gathering of potentially dangerous creatures to encounter. The setting is yours to explore and have fun with!

 

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Comments

[tyrants_son]

Even that response strikes him as strange, but he nods all the same. He hasn't been here as long as some, but he feels it's been long enough that he's familiar with those who have been, and this is the first time he'd been confronted by anyone outright brandishing their weapon.

"...are you cold?" He mistakes her shudder as from the weather, and certainly he knows armor doesn't really do much for keeping one warm. "I can show you where there is shelter. This area is not as inhabited, but there are not many in this city to fill it."

It's when she speaks of undead that he pauses visibly. Again his helmet tilts, less curious, more cautious. "You are Risen?"

[chosenundead]

"Oh. No. I'm alright. It's... only... I really couldn't explain it," again that bright, apologetic tone, very nearly embarrassed, "I suppose I don't feel it much, after so long. Best way is to keep moving, isn't that right?"

Of course it is! Move and keep moving, and neither the cold nor the dark can catch you. Just like all the rest. And when one finds refuge, well then that is where to stop, and no sooner. There was such a thing as too much of what's good for you, after all.

You are Risen?

"Ah. Yes, there is that. We are a bit outcast aren't we? I don't blame you for hesitating, it's often harder to find a hollow who isn't dangerous. Not that I'm exactly safe, myself," The smile is evident in her voice, ending on the little cough of a giggle as it does. She'd just been brandishing a sword at him, he'd be a fool to think of her as safe, "It's really best I keep moving, just the same. But it was lovely to meet someone sane. I hope we shall meet again! And if ever you have need of help, I should be glad to lend a hand, if I'm able."

[tyrants_son]

Risen don't seem to be as bothered by the cold, even if it doesn't make them impervious to it. He can accept this explanation, or at least the vague attempt at it, and being one who holds his own secrets close, the warlord lets it go easily rather than press for answers.

"Yes, that is the best alternative," he agrees, even if the cold doesn't bother him at all. Her confirmation is so casual, almost refreshingly so, but then most Risen were warlords and if they weren't meaning to make you join them then they were set to kill you. At least that much tracks as she adds in the reminder that she's not safe to be around. Strange woman indeed.

"Very well." If she insists on roaming on her own, then he won't hold her back. Besides, if she is Risen like him, then there is little to threaten her. Her offer catches him by surprise, further reminder of the unusual circumstances despite the almost familiar encounter. He nods at her then, turning to point past the shadowy silhouettes beyond them.

"Undoubtedly you will find your way around, but if you tire of the cold sooner, you can find the city square and others in that direction." A pause. "...my name is Felwinter. If you seek aid, I am also willing to assist."

[chosenundead]

Felwinter. It suits him very well, with the snow-wind wrapped around him like a cloak, and the cold seeming to live in his voice as much as in the world all around. She nods, noisily, to indicate her acceptance.

"Felwinter. I will not remember it," She admits it ruefully, "I have been seeking my fate for a long time, and I am not what I once was. But I will write it down, and I will try. And I may remember you, even if not your name. Felwinter."

She thinks she would recognize him. But then, that was the way of the undead, wasn't it? Oh, it's you! the common greeting at the bonfire, and no names needed in the dead land of the undying gods. What use were names anyways? You were either a friend, or you were not. That was what mattered.

"So it is a pact!" She is delighted, even to the point of clapping her gauntleted hands together, though only briefly, "We shall be friends, and help one another, in the spirit of jolly cooperation— as they say."

Who is they? Don't you worry about it.

"If you would like, you may call me Eva, of Astora. It's quite alright if you don't remember it. No one calls an undead by name, anyhow."

[tyrants_son]

"I do not think any Risen are," Felwinter says solemnly. Whatever they once were, he means. He interprets her response as a generalization, for then Risen of his world seem to either be lost or to have become ruthless. Seeking one's fate... He supposes that's something he is still doing, himself.

Friends... He does not have these, back home, on the cold peak that he's named after himself. There is no one he trusts, there. But here is not there, and these people are not those.

"Eva. I shall remember it," he promises, even though she has blatantly admitted the same might not be so towards him.

[chosenundead]

She looks at him a moment longer, quiet and small in the snow, with rime forming at the gaps of her visor, then simply turns away and begins to walk, without so much as a goodbye. Hopefully he doesn't require one, because in that one moment Felwinter has gone from conversational partner to no more than scenery, to be abandoned without apology, and thought of no more.

Or at least, not today.