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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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"For a little bit," Steven admitted with a half-shrug, glancing back at Billy. "Now it's Cairo. Slightly better- but at the same time, not really."

Mixed feelings. That was what he had about the whole situation. He wished he was there for a different reason than the one he had currently, but now he and Marc were nowhere near there. He did try to smile again for the Billy's sake. "It's...not okay. But can't do anything about it now."

"I don't know if helps or not, but...the way this place works...when you go back, it'll be like you were never here," Billy offered, picking anxiously at his nail bed.

"Which I know sounds crazy, everything about this place sounds crazy, but...it's true."

It did sound crazy. Like a bad dream he couldn't wake up from. But he could tell Billy wasn't lying about it.

With this new reality setting in, Steven felt like he was deflating. He sat there for a while, mulling over everything before he eventually nodded. "I believe you," he replied quietly, letting his gaze fall onto the water's surface. "Crazy sounds about right."

Crazy was not something Marc wanted to talk about. His thoughts were running parallel to Steven's, but for how unbelievable any of it sounded, it was hard to call the kid a liar. That was the worst of it really.

When Steven looked over he'd see his reflection still looking in Billy's direction, uncertain, just as lost. Maybe looking for any hint that maybe Billy was just conjuring up this explanation as easily as he had that towel. Bad enough you become indebted to an Egyptian god and suddenly stolen away from trying to stop another one from killing a bunch of people. Being kidnapped was not something they needed right now. It was terribly convenient to think that things would be just where they left it whenever they got back. If they got back. It wouldn't be difficult for Steven to wonder where Marc's thoughts were then as the man in the reflection closed his eyes, drawing in a slow breath like he'd just remembered to do so.

...how does he know? he finally asked. Has he gone back? If people go back how's anyone here know for sure that the world hasn't ended on the other side?

"I'm sorry. I know how this part feels...I wish I able to give you better news... I've been here pretty much from the start...at least as far as Agra 10 goes though, so...I can help point you in the right direction if you ever need any help, or...you know...answer some of the ten million questions I'm sure you'll have."

He had seen shades of Marc before when he wasn't trying to actively take the metaphorical driver's seat. Like the time he was talking to Layla, trying to explain the situation involving the man and almost revealing his secrets that were meant to protect her from harm. It humanized him, just as it was doing in the moment with Billy, showing a little more to be concerned about when Steven wasn't being pestered into doing things he didn't want to do.

The teen's voice forced him to refocus, blinking as he commiserated and tried to offer as much as he could. And Steven sat there, jaw clicking as he let his gaze drop onto a worn patch on the ground.

"...Have you ever had the chance of returning?" Out of ten million, Marc's questions were a good place to start. "Back to your world?" He looked up again, searching for something, anything to assuage the fear he had in the back of his mind. "Has anyone else ever done the same?"

Despite figuring the both of them would have relatively similar questions, Marc was still grateful that Steven took his cue, glancing briefly between him and Billy. He did have to frown a little as he soaked in what else was mentioned.

How long's he been here anyway? he wondered.

"Mm...no. I've um...I've been here the whole time. But my brother- he has. And a few others. Sometimes people go and we get new versions of them? Like they're from a whole other world, or just...lived the same life but...not this part. But the ones that come back, they say they forget this place. They just slide right back in where they left like nothing happened, and then suddenly they're back, and all the memories of this place come back to them."

"The whole time?" Steven expressed concern, listening to what Billy told him. Marc's wondering was echoed. "If you don't mind my asking, h-how long have you been here...?"

To hear people coming and going at whim was troubling. Things were more complicated than he thought it would be.

"That has to be- " Infuriating? Enough to drive someone insane? "-confusing."

All of the above, Marc muttered, still frowning. I'm not sure if the whole coming and going is a good thing, even if it does prove a point. New versions? And he thought he was already crazy.

He fidgeted but waited as Steven went ahead with his prompts, looking over at Billy, half afraid to find out what the answer would be.

"Um...about...three years now?" Billy mumbled, knowing that wasn't exactly a comforting thing to hear. "But most people aren't here that long." Maybe Steven would be one of the lucky ones and get sent home quickly, with no storms and no fighting...

"It's...hard sometimes," he admitted, but he put on a smile, "I've got family here so...it could be worse." Oh. Shit. That was rude. "But um...everyone's really nice for the most part. And we all look out for each other, so...you'll be fine. Promise."

"Oh." Three years was a long time. Steven was dumbfounded by the fact, and perhaps glad he was still seated. He could only hope he could be sent back sooner rather than later. If there was no real way to tell when that would happen, then...

He knew Billy didn't mean to be rude, but it still stung. He didn't know anyone except for Marc, but there was a little comfort in learning that everyone was nice to an extent. "I...guess I'll look forward to meeting everyone, eventually. Even the new versions." Tilting his head to the side, the man lifted his brow slightly. "Although I don't think I quite understand what you mean by that..."

Marc was immediately sorry he'd asked, even if they'd probably have found out sooner or later how long people were stuck here for. The information was still enough to send him reeling, and all the better that they were already seated. There was already enough to sift through without having to wonder about these new versions.

Again he was left without a follow-up, listening as Steven managed to resume the conversation. Okay, maybe he could be a little proud of him for doing that much.

Steven at least wasn't alone in his...aloneness. Billy having his brother here was far from the norm. His cheeks were flushed with guilt, and he was glad Steven had another question for him, even if he didn't have all the answers.

"Um, well sometimes after someone would go home, they'll show up again and they'll have their memories of before. Other times, they'll swear they've never been here. And then there's...um...well where I'm from they call it the multiverse. Different versions of the universe, all playing out. The same faces, some of the same paths. We've had a lot of cross over with that too. Version of people from a world like ours, but...not quite."

"A multiverse..."

He mused over the very idea of it, intrigued and yet slightly horrified that there were even different versions of people and places alike. And to think that they would all arrive either remembering or forgetting they had ever been here was much like trying to figure out what was real and what wasn't.

Again he shared a look with the reflection in the fountain, his mouth forming a thin line before he spoke again. "But that kind of, um, issue, doesn't happen frequently?"

Just what we need, something screwing up our memories even more, Marc mumbled. They already had enough issues with remembering things between the switch-offs and the blacking out. Maybe it had been easier to accept that he was speaking to an Egyptian god when he was at death's door because he was probably delusional and definitely desperate, but here, he was feeling too sober to be taking in any talk of different versions of universes and people and places.

Maybe let's stick to relevant subjects, he suggested. Out-of-this-world situation, kidnapped by aliens, undetermined stay, no simple way home- got it. Anything out there that'll kill us?

"I know. It's...a lot," he acknowledged with an apologetic smile, before shaking his head.

"No, not too often," he promised. "So, hey, do you want a change of clothes or anything? I can uh...whip up anything you think you might need, you know...until you get settled?"

Steven tried not to roll his eyes at Marc steering him back into the more streamlined questions, but he nodded. "Clothes would be nice, yeah," he said with a tired smile. "I should freshen up a bit, too..."

Before he got too lost in that thought, he twitched. "-Um. This is more of my point of reference, but is there anything I need to be aware of that could potentially harm me? Like, giant alien beasts or anything like that? Or are there areas that are deemed off-limits?" His hand jumped from space to space, like it was placing an invisible bowl in another spot on a table.

He stopped himself as he considered what all they had on them. Clothing...yeah. Marc couldn't argue that point, giving a shrug and a nod in consent. I'll say, you were walking through a desert and before that there was that thing at that guy Anton's... Didn't have much of a chance to do much in between.

At least Steven hadn't outright ignored his suggestion, so he sat quietly, nodding.

He conjured a few sets of clothing in a similar style and colour palette to what Steve wore now, folded and stacked neatly, even a little bag of toiletries on top.

"That work, or do you want any different colours or...styles or anything?"

Ah. That was...a good question. Billy flushed.

"Stay in the main city and you should usually be okay. The woods have some scary things. And if there's a storm and you see someone you know from back home...it's probably not them. So don't go following after them."

Like a child, and maybe even a bit bewildered, Steven's eyes brightened as magic happened again, smiling a bit as he looked at the folded clothing and the bag of toiletries. "This is fine, thank you. I can always think of things later, maybe..."

While he studied the material, he showed he was listening, nodding as Billy gave them an answer. "Stay in the main city, got it," he echoed, hoping Marc would keep that in mind because they didn't know what was out there. They barely even knew what was in the city. But that last part made him glance upward, arching a brow in question. "-The storms do that?"

Marc couldn't help but be a little amazed at the magically provided wardrobe. Magic mummy suits were one thing, but this was something else. More practical too, he had to admit.

He stroked his chin as he also studied the things, as though expecting it to vanish at Steven's touch. He lifted his head with only the briefest scowl, but offered a nod in understanding. Best they play it safe. They didn't even have any weapons. That'd be something else to look into. Marc almost missed the part concerning the storms when he recalled that they were essentially what they were supposedly here for.

They do that? he asked almost simultaneously, expression opposite Steven's as his brow deepened into a frown.

"Yeah, anytime. Just let me know."

He nods, twisting a face. "...Yeah. Sometimes at least. They also take away your powers. If you have any; not everyone does."

Steven Grant pursed his lips.

Should he say anything about that? About how he and Marc used to have powers?

"Yeah. Yeah, I can see how that can be quite a large nuisance. For super-powered people."

Marc shot Steven a look then, giving a curt shake of his head. Not that we have to worry about that now, he muttered. But he could agree with Steven on that point. Something like Billy's ability was a lot more useful in this sort of place compared to the Moon Knight's, and having it gone would be missed more than a magical suit.

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