The Revival Project Mods (
trpmods) wrote in
revivalprojectooc2022-03-03 09:05 pm
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
Entry tags:
Spring Test Drive Meme

SPRING TEST DRIVE MEME
Application FAQ | Taken Characters | Reserves | Application
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!
Thread ideas:
Spring in Temba and Sh'Ka
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
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!
Try the network!
There be storms...
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!
✧ Premise ✧ FAQ ✧ Rules ✧ Test Drive ✧ Taken ✧ Reserves ✧ Application ✧
✧ Map ✧ Devices & Network ✧ Data Points ✧ Ships ✧ Flora ✧ Fauna ✧ Supply Requests ✧ Calendar ✧
✧ Activity Check ✧ Player Plot Suggestion ✧ Player Contacts ✧ Player Permission Code ✧ Hiatus ✧ Drop ✧
✧ Navigation ✧
no subject
Was… was Ed scared of him?
York smirked. "…Afraid I'm going to make good on what I said about breaking wrists?"
no subject
no subject
He snorted back a laugh. "The only thing I'm scared about you is getting trapped in that beard like a web."
no subject
"You're a cocky little shit, aren't you?"
no subject
"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?"
no subject
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."
no subject
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."
no subject
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.
no subject
His hand was still working that beard though. It felt…coarse. Nothing like his dad's sleek and neatly trimmed goatee."
no subject
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."
no subject
"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?"
no subject
no subject
"You should find a comb. Get all that glittery shit out of your beard. Less imposing with it all in there."
no subject
"What is this stuff anyways?"
no subject
"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?"
no subject
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.
no subject
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."
no subject
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."
no subject
"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.
no subject
no subject
And getting into Jericho had been a shitshow on its own since one had to do a leap of faith into the ship interior that had been flooded with water. Lots of flailing and cursing had at least caught someone's attention to help him out.
"It would be so ironic if you couldn't swim."
no subject
"Nah, I can fuckin swim, Man." he dismissed. Well enough at least.
no subject
York didn't even realize he was rambling about his home, "his" ship. "But it's amazing how much cargo you can fit on one and keep it from sinking. Though that didn't stop the Argo in 1937 with all that cargo oil…"
no subject
"They're hard things to sink that way. Plenty of other ways, but not so much overloading."
no subject
The smirk helped to bring him back down from the edge of flight or fight. His system had been ready to go. "I bet the QAR is a really nice ship. And peaceful out there in the ocean."
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
ed completely changing the subject, sorry
ed pls
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)