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Spring Test Drive Meme

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!

✧ 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 ✧

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Catra's hair stood up on end, tail floofing in alarm, and she tugged back, pulling free once he loosened his grip.

He was met with almost the same wary eyes stare, Catra not sure what had just happened, but it was strange.

"...all right, fine. I won't touch."

Again he was trapped on the inside. Surprise turned into frustration as he watched his body move without him, watched how Catra reacted to the switch.

-Marc, no! He tried to yell. He didn't want to be in here, but he had no choice. She's fine, just apologize!

By then Marc had raised his hands, stepping back as he flicked a look towards his reflection on the wall. There was a moment before he muttered something of a, "Sorry," finally dragging his gaze back towards Catra. Just a kid. She didn't mean anything by it. He tried to force the conversation onto a more focused path, gesturing roughly at the ship around them.

"So is all this for real?" he asked, stepping away from Catra to have a look for himself at what the ship had to offer. His accent had vanished entirely, sounding more like a certain pilot, maybe more rough around the edges. "This thing actually fly?"

"Yeah...?" Catra answered, looking him over with a frown. "When they let us. The rest of the time it won't take off."

The accent was gone. The posture, the mannerisms...even after such a short time it was hard to miss the change.

"...why are you talking like that now?"

Steven sighed. As Marc's reflection, he raised his hands up in mock surrender and then setting them on his hips, wheedling about now that he didn't have anywhere else to go. But he paid as much attention as he could.

"Well that's great," Marc grumbled, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He rested a hand against a bulkhead, frowning at how solid it proved to be, like he still had some hope that maybe this was just a hallucination, not that it would've been any better, but at least maybe they wouldn't be on an alien planet.

He heard Catra's question and paused, sighing loudly as he dropped his head against his arm. "'s complicated, kid. Don't worry about it." Pushing himself away from the wall, his eyes briefly met his reflection's before he forced one foot in front of the other again, stepping towards one of the open hatches. He took in the sleeping arrangements, and if the available beds were anything to go by, it didn't look like the ship was made for a very big crew. Half-tempted as he was to just collapse into one, he made himself turn around to step out again, so long as he wasn't impeded by the girl.

"You ever been on these when they did? Where're you from, Catra?" he added in afterthought as he recalled her name. "Obviously not Earth, given the, you know, reaction."

"A few times. It doesn't happen too often," she answered, not happy to have her question brushed off, but 'Steven's' mood seemed to have shifted dramatically.

"I'm from Etheria."

That look was shared, his brow arching at the thought of flying being a rare occurrence. Rather odd, came a thoughtful reply once Marc moved on, losing his face when their body walked over to the other available hatches. What's the use of a ship if you can't fly it everywhere?

The thought of rest was inviting and he would have given anything for a long, uninterrupted sleep. But he perked, distracted by Catra's original place of residence.

Wait, Etheria? Why does that sound similar to-

"Never heard of it." Marc swung a warning look towards Steven before moving back into the main corridor, peering down the rest of the way. "Where did you go? What's the whole point of having a ship when you can't use it to go anywhere you might wanna go?" Like Earth, or this Etheria place, for starters. "Guess that'd make things too easy for us, right?"

Who in their right mind would want to stick around after they'd been brought here against their will?

"Pretty much," she agreed, thinking of their travels with a scrunched up face. "Some space planet that a few people were from. Some really hot desert planet. Another one where we had to fight people." She sighed and shrugged a shoulder, "We never get to pick where we go. They let us fly between the two cities now, but you can't make the ship go aware else unless they want us to."

Steven patiently twiddled his thumbs, rocking on his heels as he followed (more or less) Marc around, keeping his mouth shut until some more information was dropped.

Those are some prime choices for field trips, he commented, glancing Catra's way. I suppose free transportation between cities is better than letting them sit in a hangar until the next long flight?

"Yeah..." Marc found himself responding dryly before shutting his mouth, thankful that it still more or less sufficed for a reply to what Catra had said aside from the opinion he and Steven shared. He started to walk towards what looked like the cockpit before turning to glance back at the girl.

"Wait, so there's more than one city? Anyone in that one or is it the same as this?" he asked.

Catra moved to wander after him so 'Steven' could explore if he wanted to.

"Yeah, Sh'ka. It's kind of like here, but...more rocks? Most people stay here. I think a couple people might live out there because they want to be alone, but everyone else just goes out there for supplies some times. Or to explore I guess. There's a train that goes there too. Just there and back."

Steven wished Marc would at least stop and linger a while longer in one place. There was no way he could get to examine the details of the ship if he kept moving like that. He made an interested sound when they got to the cockpit, only for it to turn into one of disappointment the second they turned away from it.

But he perked again. A train? If flying this bird falls through, we need to try that.

He couldn't help it, he was anxious and standing in one place never really helped. Nor did moving about, he supposed, but all that anxious energy had to go somewhere, and at least in this case it could be directional rather than in aimless pacing.

"Guess that's an option if this place gets dull," Marc said with a shrug, not very committed to the idea, but it was something to keep in mind either way. "How much have people explored over in...Shaka?" Maybe there was something worthwhile to find there.

"Not a ton? Not as much as here at least. And they still haven't figured everything out here." She shrugged. She wasn't much into exploring. At least not the helpful kind.

"Why did you think I was pretending before?"

The Sh'Ka's ought to have other clues if everything 'round Temba's been explored, Steven surmised, stroking his chin in thought. He then blinked, snapping out of the thought when the question about pretending returned.

Well, Earth has a lot of folks who like to pretend they're other fantasy-like species...as a hobby... He grimaced. Immediately walking back that overly-honest answer, he gestured wildly. But Catra - she's the real deal, no pretense at all!

It was a good thing he was inside.

"Looks like we got our work cut out for us," Marc sighed. He fell silent for a moment as he stepped into the cockpit, trying not to get overwhelmed by the sight of all the controls and buttons there. Where did one even start with trying to activate the thing? He nodded absently at Steven's thoughts on Sh'Ka before blinking at Catra.

"Huh? Oh-" he winced, looking genuinely apologetic, if for Steven's embarrassing behavior earlier. He waved a hand. "It's- stupid, forget it. Earth, we don't have.... Well we have our own share of unusual but um, humans and regular ears but some think it's cute to dress up and have, well..." He gestured vaguely as he tried to explain and then abruptly decided he was better off not trying, instead turning his attention back to the ship's controls.

Huh. She flushed faintly, not sure what to do with the idea that some people thought were ears were cute.

"It won't work," she warned, "Even if you have someone with the data point standing over you and telling you exactly what to do, something will go wrong."

And it is adorable- most of the time, Steven chimed in, even if he wasn't heard outside of Marc. Other times everyone just look at them funny. Which was something he was all too familiar with whenever there was an accidental and unintentional outburst.

The warning made him frown as he also saw what Marc was trying to figure out with the controls, nearly overwhelmed by it all. That means another go at touching questionable objects and more sudden but useful information punched into our brain.

Edited 2022-05-09 21:56 (UTC)

Marc rolled his eyes at the Steven-commentary. "Shut up, Steven," he murmured as he looked at all the blinking lights, dials and switches. He winced as Catra dashed any existing hope of trying to figure out any of it.

"So that's it then? You know how to pilot it?" He looked over his shoulder at her, not all that eager to try the 'touching questionable objects' method just yet.

"...do you always talk to yourself like that, Steven?" she asked, giving him a look.

She scoffed then and shook her head at the question. "No, that one's boring. Or it was, I guess maybe it's more fun now that you can fly between here and Sh'ka but before that it was useless. I have Security. It lets me fire the guns. It's definitely the best one."

Steven narrowed his eyes at Marc, snapping them back wide open at Catra. Now I do, he whirled around to reply, even if she couldn't hear him. Wasn't always like that a while ago, a long while ago, it's been a recent development and one I'm not too chuffed about!

"Yeah," Marc said dismissively, waving a hand as he pointedly ignored Steven. "Like the opposite of a self-pep talk." He paused, fixating on what Catra mentioned.

"Hold on, we can't even shoot a gun without touching one of those glowing balls?" He did not look happy about that, although he did add, "-they have weapons here then. Somewhere."

"S'Kinda weird," she noted, but shrugged. Scorpia did that kind of thing. Self-pep talks.

"You can shoot it, but it won't go well," Catra explained with an amused smirk. She'd definitely tried a few times. "Either it won't go where you want it or it will backfire and hurt you." She nods easily, "Yeah, a whole room of them, in the Soup Lies building."

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