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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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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?"

"Heh," Ed chuckled, and relaxed slightly with the admission.

He gave his beard a stroke and a little tug, gesturing that York was welcome to try for himself if he doubted it.

"'Course it's fucking real. Wouldn't be Blackbeard without the beard, now would I? Not that it's as black as it used to be."

Ooh that was tempting. Dad had facial hair but not like that. Not that massive amount that flowed in black and grey strands. He's seriously thinking about taking the silent offer and York finally caves. Cautiously he closes more of the distance. It's dangerous, Ed could grab him at this distance.

But the beard!

York's fingers are cool and careful to stroke through to feel the natural fibers against his nervous system.

"Wait, Blackbeard? Like, actual infamous pirate? My brother read stories on the Tablet about you."

"...Did I forget to mention that?" he asked absently, eyes crinkling in a smirk that said it was very much on purpose. "So you've heard stories about me? What did they say?"

He wondered if they had illustrations that showcased him as the same fantastical creation Stede's books had, with 50 different weapons strapped to him at any time, looking like he walked straight out of a ghost story.

"Edward Teach, infamous pirate and captain of…" He had to root through memories, memories that were close to painful but there— "the Queen Anne's Revenge, right? I don't remember too much because of something else going on. My brother told me random things to keep my mind away from what was going on. One did have you with the ends of your beard on fire. And how the ship could blast fire from the front."

His hand was still working that beard though. It felt…coarse. Nothing like his dad's sleek and neatly trimmed goatee."

"Right right right, I'm not a cat. Off," he dismissed, waving York off his beard finally, not sure why exactly he found it so interesting, but past the point of letting him explore further.

He nodded to confirm the details, or some of them at least, smirking at the idea of such fantastical feats. "Blasting fire, eh? I'll have to keep that one in mind."

York let go when prompted, which was fine. He had his fill. Glitter shimmered from his fingers now. "If you were, you'd be a Norwegian Forest Cat for certain." He shook the glitter off, knowing he was stuck with it now for months, if not years.

"Yeah, something about the ship literally at your command. The ropes would move at your bidding, tying up mutineers and prisoners when you moved your sword."

A pause. His interest was captured now. "Does your ship really shoot out fire?"

"Mm? Yeah. Course it does. Fire and smoke, and...brimstone. All of that," he agreed with a conspiratorial nod.

York makes a face at that. "Definitely doesn't have that, bro. Fire maybe, smoke definitely, but not brimstone. Nice try though." The face turned into a grin.

"You should find a comb. Get all that glittery shit out of your beard. Less imposing with it all in there."

"Mmph." Ed frowned and finger combed the beard, trying to shake the glitter free from the curls. He'd forgotten they were still there.

"What is this stuff anyways?"

"It's called glitter and it's notorious for getting everywhere. You can wash your beard as much as you want, but you'll still find it no matter where you go. It'll be on my hoodie for months." At least he didn't have an opinion on the color pink.

"I have no idea why the fuck it's here though. Maybe some storm thing someone else mentioned before." He scowls down at the shimmer on his hoodie. He pulled it off and shook some of the glitter.

"So what year is it for you where you're from?"

"Glitter." Ed repeated the word with a curious hum. A bit on the nose, but it made sense. "Bit showy," he agreed, thinking again that Stede would find the whole thing marvelous.

He seemed to take in for the first time that he was alone, without either his crew or Stede's, and he looked around with a frown, hardly registering York's question at first.

"...Uh- 1717," he answered finally.

"Wow. Three-hundred and twenty-one years in my past." But he recognizes the look on Ed's - Blackbeard's - face at least. Processing. Working out that he might be the only one here from his world? Like York had realizing really quick that there was no Jericho here.

Or in his world anymore for that matter.

"Uh, well, there's a diner nearby for food. Hotel for quarters." Is that what they called it for sleeping on a ship? Quarters? Cabin. Whatever. This was motherfucking Blackbeard, he'd figure it out. "Don't know if there's any like an ocean nearby."

"..." Ed blinked at him a moment, that number almost impossible to process. "That's a wee bit," he acknowledged with an uncomfortable look.

He nodded alone until York earned a look of horror. Landlocked?? The idea made him feel sick, and he looked around like a body of water might materialize on command. "...well fuck."

"Yeah it's a lot." York moves to the tree and leans against it. He already had glitter on him, what was a little more? A nuisance but it was whatever.

"Yeah probably not good for you right? All the stories if I recall correctly, have you on water. Rarely ever land. Won't catch me there. Can't swim." York wonders for a brief moment if he would have survived Jericho's explosion. He had escaped into the water with others after all. Had he shut down in the murky harbor? Or had someone else saved him? He shook his head with a frown. It didn't matter right now.

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