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Spring 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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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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"What did I do?! I didn't!" Steven pressed his hands against his temples, pulling upward and back in his rising panic. He tried to pace, only to teeter where he stood. "I was- I-I don't remember- Oh god- !!"

Marc's voice got his attention, stopping him in his tracks to give him a chance to take another breath while he calmed him down. "Y-yeah, right, steps," he stammered, licking his lips as his eyes darted about the area.

He wasn't sure if he was hallucinating or if it really was glittery, but he tried to think. "Um. We weren't here, wherever here is. We were in Cairo." He stole a glance at the reflection in the water. "Right?"

"Yeah." And this didn't look like Cairo. "And so far as I know, Ancient Egyptians didn't install plumbing for random fountains..." Marc muttered, scrubbing a hand through his wet locks. "What are we looking at? These aren't the ruins of some tomb, that's for sure."

He paused, hesitant to suggest his next thought. Things were already strange enough that he wasn't sure what to think anymore.

"We're... we're not dead, are we?"

"No, no, not at all," Steven hated to agree, but it was obvious they were nowhere near any ancient ruins. He then ran a hand over his hair, letting it flop messily back in front of his eyes as he punctuated the air with a finger. "Actually, Ancient Egyptians did install systems for plumbing- "

Perhaps it wasn't the best time for a factoid on Ancient Egypt. Thankfully the interruptions to his already-babbling thought process made him pause, forcing him to consider what Marc brought up.

"I...I don't think so." That hadn't even crossed his mind and yet... "At least I hope not."

Was he seriously telling him about plumbing?? "Really?" Marc started, shoulders relaxing just a little as Steven didn't need any further discouragement in continuing with a history lesson.

"...now that's something we agree on, anyway," he muttered, looking around again as Steven did. "Look, just give me the body. Situation's changed, we need to figure out where we are and what happened-"

They felt alive. He felt alive. And he was awake. Any further thoughts on the matter came to a halt when Marc started talking again, pressing for the body that he still had in his possession.

"-No, not doing that," Steven cut in with a shake of his head, almost spinning on his heel before stopping himself to look at Marc. "I'm figuring this out, I'm going to take a look around and find help instead of doing this- "

As he tore his gaze away from the water, his words stuttered when he saw the orb. And his brow knitted. "Oy. What's this?" he asked no one in particular, cautiously walking over to it.

"Damn it, Steven, we don't have time for this!"

Marc tossed his hands up as Steven started to step away, ever stubborn. "Don't make me punch us again," he warned, not that he was sure he'd follow through with it. They both needed to be aware here, wherever here was. "We have to get back to Layla, we left her! Steven!"

He caught sight of the thing the same time Steven did, brow furrowing. "Steven, wait..."

Even if Marc had a point, arguing with himself was ridiculous. None of this wouldn't be happening if he didn't have this problem in the first place. He was perfectly fine trying to live his life as it was, no cultists or jackals trying to kill him outright-

We left her!

They did. They didn't mean to. They needed to go back. But he was already enamored with the light, reaching out a hand to touch it-

What Steven didn't expect was the flood of information after he made contact with the orb. Was he screaming on the inside or the outside? He couldn't tell until it was over.

What he expected, Marc had no clue, but what happened next definitely wasn't within any range of his expectations. He heard Steven's screams, perhaps overlaying his own, but then he wasn't sure of anything anymore. Shaking his head, he pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to process what had just occurred.

"What. The hell was that?!"

"How the heck would I know!?"

Steven backed away from the orb, almost stumbling into the fountain again before catching himself on its edge. He then leaned forward, blowing out a breath as he tried to fight the urge to hurl on his shoes. "-That was a lot to process and oh I think I'm gonna be sick- "

"You shouldn't have touched it!" Marc huffed, tossing his hands up. "You saw all that, right?" Stupid question, but he felt he had to talk them through this if they wanted to make any sense of it. Steven was right, it was a lot.

"There was...it was, what, a documentary? Shoved right into our head? Names, this place, this planet- aw sh-"

He dropped his face into his hands. They were back at square one again. This wasn't happening, this couldn't be happening. "No, aw hell no, are we on some alien planet?! Is that what this is? What was it, Ager...Agra Ten, and this, this place here-"

Between gulps of fresh air, Steven vigorously nodded. Which was a mistake because it aggravated the bout of vertigo he already had to deal with. "Yeah! All of it..."

It basically was a documentary on fast-forward, yet everything was clear enough to understand without getting too lost in the deep.

"-this is Temba," he finished the sentence, finally feeling his heart rate steadily beat back into its normal pattern. "This used to be the home of the Agrii, and there were more cities like this-"

"But something...something happened," Marc picked up, looking at everything in a new light. "Some kind of storms. It...killed them? No- yes, but not all of them, but it, it was lethal. So they left. ...but they want to come back."

Come back home. How long had this place been abandoned for? The newly acquired information suggested that it had been a very long time. The notion that they were suddenly saddled with trying to save the fate of an entirely different planet and people was a little much to swallow in one sitting.

It was probably a good thing Steven was sitting down. His legs felt weak, but he ignored the loss of feeling in them, looking up to study the buildings that were surrounding the plaza they found themselves in.

Everything was worn and partially destroyed. Yet there were signs of renewal - of life that still thrived despite how fatal those storms were to its former inhabitants.

He swallowed at the lump in his throat, his mind also fixed on the thought of the responsibility he and Marc shared here in this new place. He felt so tired, so very tired, and sitting there wasn't helping relieve that burden.

"...So what do we do with this?" It was hard to control the tremor in his voice, but he kept it as even as he could.

For once Marc didn't have anything readily available to say. There was just no simple response to give, and nothing either of them offered could possibly be adequate given the situation they found themselves in.

"...I don't know," he quietly admitted. It was easy to let themselves be overwhelmed by this, and he knew Steven was right at the brink of it, they both were. He had to pull them back.

"...but we are going to figure this out so we can get back. Okay?"

Despite not knowing, there was something comforting about being in the same circumstances with Marc. Where everything was frightfully different and nothing made sense.

It meant he wasn't facing it alone.

Steven found encouragement in that statement. Bleary-eyed and sniffling, he did his best to compose himself by readjusting the collar of his hooded jacket, smoothing it out as he inhaled deeply, blowing it all out after a few beats.

"...Yeah. Alright," he answered. "We'll figure it out."

"All right." Marc nodded. "Let's take this slow then. We just got a bunch of alien information shoved into our heads and I'm not sure how trustworthy that is, so we need to see what else we can find out. There's still a whole lot we don't know about this place, or if anyone else is here."

Steven squinted, slowly tapping at the air. "Right. Finding other people would be our best bet," he added, glancing about the empty square. "If...anyone made an appearance. Is it always this quiet?"

After searching in vain for another life form to cross his path, he stood up, patting himself down like he forgot something.

The sigh in response wasn't towards Steven so much as it was in taking in the very empty surroundings. Surely they couldn't be the only ones in the whole place. It was a little unsettling to finally be somewhere so quiet with only you and yourself to fill it.

"Not quite how I imagined it..." Marc murmured to himself. "There has to be some signs of life. This fountain's still running, that's...that's a good sign, right?" He might be grasping at straws but he hoped it wasn't just due to aliens having superb plumbing that outlasted their buildings despite years of being abandoned. "What're you doing? We should check the buildings- here, give me the body, we don't know what all's out there."

"It's nice, but maybe if there was a little more noise than this..."

Steven trailed off as he finally hit something, digging into his pocket to pull out the device. "Ah, found it- wait. This isn't my phone." Holding it up to his face, he poked at it. "Marc, this isn't my phone, where is my phone- " He was barely listening, making a face at the limited choices the device had on its interface. "What does this even say? 'Mass sages'? 'He Row Come You Knee Cay Shun'??"

Marc sucked in a breath, ready to press on his request again. "We're on an alien planet and you're worried about your phone. I think you've got your priorities a little skewed there," he said, only half-listening as Steven started poking at the device until the words on his end lapsed.

"What? What language are you- that is a terrible accent, come on- you know English."

"-I'm just reading what's listed, mate, it's all in plain English! Look, the only two words that make sense are 'crew' and 'net work'- " Steven visibly flailed his arm around, eyes widening as he had an epiphany. "-Oh! Oh, I think I get it now! 'Net work' shouldn't have a space between the words, it should be one smashed together, yeah? Then Dick Shun Airy is...Dictionary? That's terrible!"

Although he sounded a little delighted about it. He wasn't really listening as he continued rattling on.

"It's not just bad writing, it's all phonetics - and literal spelling in some cases - but if there's a network..." An idea struck. "-You know what, maybe we should give the network a go before we set about crawling 'round these buildings, yeah?"

With Steven babbling as he was, Marc was having a difficult time trying to get a word in, edgewise. But slowly dawning of understanding was coming upon him.

"Wait, wait, wait. Where did you get that? Was it just there?" As Steven deciphered the terrible word puzzle, Marc started to pace. He jerked his head up at the mention of a network.

"You think that's really a good idea? We don't know anything except what that ball showed us. Giving us something like that seems a little too convenient, you know?"

He was in the middle of sounding out 'He Row Come You Knee Cay Shun' just as Marc interrupted him, glancing away from the device with a tentative shrug.

"I don't know, it was on me. And I see your point, but don't you think we can use a little convenience? After all we've been through so far?" Steven could use a break. "Besides, it can't hurt to try."

He said this while waving the device around, wiggling it in his hand as if it would convince him.

Hesitation. Marc had been through too much to believe in convenience. There simply was no such thing.

"Or, or- and hear me out on this- or it could be a trap and all that stuff about aliens losing their home just completely made up to lull us into some false sense of security so that the real aliens or whatever who're out there can come and just you know. Kill us." Eat their brains. Whatever it is aliens do.

"If it is, then it's a pretty elaborate trap, don't you think?"

Steven had hoped calling someone would give them a leg up, but he really couldn't say Marc was wrong. He had been cornered in the museum and removed from his apartment - two separate occasions in which he should have been safe.

He briefly puffed out his cheeks, toying with the device as he sighed. "True enough."

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