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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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Spring in Temba and Sh'Ka

While the snow has disappeared, the glitter it appears to have turned into remains. Small red, pink, white and purple particles, some in the shapes of stars and little hearts (both realistic and stylized) are covering Temba in a sparkling blanket just as the snow had before. Walking through it will send glittering swirls of it into the air to settle back on the ground again gently.

Despite the sparkling cover, young plants have begun to sprout, young green stems peeking out between pink and red and purple.

Sh'Ka, also, has been freed of its more icy coverage. The glitter here is a lot finer and the layer of it covering the overgrown city not nearly as thick as in Temba. Instead, the glittery mist every move brushes up in the air hangs there much longer and seems reluctant, even, to settle back down.

Despite those differences both cities are currently very, very sparkly...

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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"If I did, it wouldn't make a different because I don't really care." He picks up his container and closes some of the distance to get a better look. Not someone from his world since androids with tattoos weren't a thing, and rarely were constructed with facial hair.

"I'm guessing you're gonna tell me though. Just be glad I can't put an image of this," and he gestured to the man with an open hand, "on the network for you. I'm nice like that."

Yeah, sure. Nice.

Flicking some of glitter from his beard, he considered a moment and his eyes crinkled with faint amusement as he opted to introduce himself plainly as "Ed," pointing briefly to himself before offering a hand.

The threat went almost entirely over his head, as Ed only echoed, "Network? What's supposed to mean?"

York watches the glitter flit through the air with a closed mouth smile - he doesn't want that in his cooling system for certain. He could envision it now: 'death by glitter clogged system'. Nasty way to go.

He doesn't reach for the hand, choosing to keep his distance for the moment. The hand not holding a container of sparkly future ammunition goes to hide in his hoodie pocket.

"York Stark. And the network is on a little device," he pulls his out to show with a little wiggle of his hand, "connects you to all the other human shit bags here. Do you have that kind of tech in your world or no? Got some people here that knew only parchment and messenger pigeons. Or ravens. Something weird like that."

Ed's mouth draws into a thin line, pulling back the hand and trying not to let the slight show on his face, features becoming tense.

"...Who the fuck uses a Raven??" he asks, but pauses a moment to consider, "...That'd be all right actually.

"Yeah news to me, Ed. Where I'm from we don't even have this sort of thing. Or at least I don't. It's all literally in my head." A smirk. This 'kid' doesn't seem worried about acting superior to someone much bigger than him. "Doesn't work like that here though."

"Ravens are probably better than pigeons though. Cooler looking at least. So what sort of world do you come from?" He wasn't about to admit that Ed had a cool look going on.

"In your...head. Mm." Ed definitely doesn't understand, thinking make the kid was a bit off.

What sort of world? He looks a bit lost when it comes to that question too, not sure exactly what the kid was getting at.

"The Caribbean?" he offers with a faint head tilt.

Well, Ed wasn't entirely wrong about York being off that was for certain. He watches the exceptionally hairy man before an answer is given. "Another Earth guy at least. Not from my era though with that.... fashion choice."

He gestures to the look the older man is sporting. "Anywhere specific? Cuba, Haiti? Dominican Republic? I know that's all in the same area though. I'm from way further north than you."

And maybe waaaay further in the future, too.

"...What's wrong with it?" he asks with a frown, and he becomes further guarded with the push for specifics, "Why are you so interested?"

The Queen Anne's Revenge didn't regularly call any one place home. Specifics got you strung up for your crimes.

"Because your earth might be my earth, that's why. Even though we're from different time periods I bet. Or maybe the Caribbean had a way different fashion even in 2038." He frowned a little. "I wasn't saying anything was wrong. It's just different than what I know."

He gestured at his own hoodie, jeans, and sneakers that he wore. "Why, do you think I'm going to do something to you? I've only got images of you with covered in pink glitter." Not that he could share what his optical hardware captured as files but Ed didn't need to know that.

Not one damn word of that made any sense, and Ed looked at him, unsure if the kid was crazy or making fun of him in some way he didn't understand. Which started his face screwing up anger before he really look in the strange clothes he was wearing.

That was- wait, images? Was the kid some kind of artist? Was he going to draw what he'd seen?

"The fuck are you on about?"

York could be considered a little unhinged. Or maybe the screws holding the hinges were a little loose. He does tense up seeing the far bigger man's face start to turn angry.

He holds up his hands to show he's unarmed. Already his system is mapping out an escape. Easy enough with the advantage of knowing the city already. "I'm not going to hurt you. Unless you try and hurt me first. And then I'll break your fucking wrists. You look like you're out of a damn pirate movie, Ed, and it's weird. We're all from different places here, different fucking versions of earth. Yours probably has Jack Sparrow, mine has machine people like me."

Please. Ed's head tilted to give a look of disbelief when York tried to claim he could hurt him. And while he didn't know what a movie was, he could answer- "Well, yeah, 'cause I am a fucking pirate, mate." He gestured pointedly and dramatically down at himself. Was it not obvious?

"Machine people, the fuck is that supposed to mean??"

Ed might be surprised at what a machine could do, even as small as York is. He hadn't lasted as long as he did before being dropped here without learning things. He grinned at the remark. "Fucking knew it." He had presumed, especially with the clue about the Caribbean. Presuming did nothing though.

"Did I fucking stutter Ed?" He didn't of course. York didn't have a programmed stutter or anything wrong with his vocal output. One hand was held up, the skin melting away to show a white shell underneath, down to the elbow. "You won't find someone like me in your time."

Passive aggression!
Only not so passive.

Ed's fists balled up, but before he could strike, York's skin was melting away and his eyes widened in horror, stumbling back.

"The fuck are you? Some sort of fucking ghost??" He patted down his hip, but no gun. No knife. Could you punch a ghost?

Edited 2022-04-25 17:39 (UTC)

York immediately took a step back as the fists came up. The space grew between them as Ed moved away. There was a brief pass of fear over the android's face. Would this guy hurt him? He put the escape route up on his HUD. Just in case. Now he was patting for something? Maybe a weapon that wasn't there.

"No, I'm not a fucking ghost. I'm a sentient machine." The skin reappeared again. "I'm called an android. I'm not like the same flesh and blood like you."

Ed flinched back as the skin reappeared, eying him suspiciously. York's explanation made no sense to him, and ghost seemed to cover it well enough. Some freaky ghost or spirit or...some kind of super natural something.

"Is this hell?" Had he finally died? Is that why he'd woken up here?

"No this isn't hell otherwise I'd be at home with my actual family." He makes a noise at the thought of being trapped with his family for an eternity. That really would be hell for York. "You're on Agra-10, a planet. All of the people you meet here come from different worlds, though some seem to cross. Like you might be from my world but from a time point where there are pirates."

He crossed his arms over his chest. "Could you stop fucking gawking at me like I grew a second head?"

"...No. That's not- a planet? Like...a whole other planet?? How would that even- no-" Ed shook his head, mind unable to accept that as a concept. Planets were all the way...way up out there in the sky. With the stars. There was no way to get to them.

"Well you might as fucking well have, mate. You just..." he gestured at his arm in frustration. "This is insane. I've lost it."

York just waits. Waits for Ed to get it out of his system. Rolls his eyes dramatically. "Can't lose what you've never had, bro, but okay. You're here like the rest of us, so might as well get used to it until the Agrii let us go home."

Finally, he walks a little closer, but makes sure to keep out of grabbing distance. That route is still up in his head. "Worst thing is I might be one of the more normal things around here right now."

Keyword might. But York knew there were a few stranger people here than he was.

Hell still sounds a hell of lot more plausible, and Ed takes a half step back, still not sure what to make of the kid.

"When then take me to this Agrii person and we'll uh-...see if I can't persuade him? Mm?"

"Yeah no can do. If I could, I wouldn't be here. I'd be with them, busting their fucking kneecaps until they sent me home. I don't want to be here any more than it sounds like you do, Ed." He notes how the man steps back from him and doesn't move any closer to the man.

Was… was Ed scared of him?

York smirked. "…Afraid I'm going to make good on what I said about breaking wrists?"

"Wh- no. I'm afraid you're going to go all...not human again. And I'm not afraid," he added quickly, eyes narrowed, "Do you know how many punk kids I've killed?"

"Do you know how many shitty humans I've killed?" He shot back. The answer was probably zero, but never absolute. Ed didn't need to know though. "The answer from both of us is 'no'."

He snorted back a laugh. "The only thing I'm scared about you is getting trapped in that beard like a web."

The gall. Ed's eyes widened, caught between amusement and annoyance. People weren't generally brave enough to speak like that to him. He wondered if the kid still would be if he knew who he was speaking to.

"You're a cocky little shit, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am." York didn't care about how he spoke to humans or if he sounded cocky or not. When he broke his programming, York swore not to go back to the quiet android he had been programmed to be.

"Is that beard even fucking real? I have never seen someone with hair like that. Doesn't that shit get hot out in the sun?"

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