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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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Summer in Temba and Sh'Ka

Summer is a growing season, which seems to be going into overdrive this year. Instead of the gradual growth of plants that one might expect over the seasons, plants are starting to grow with an intense energy, and once clear paths in both cities grow choked over with vines, undergrowth, and even new saplings by the day. It might be wise to find some way to clear those paths as you go.

For those that are in a more summer and sun kind of fun, there's always the beach to the south of Temba, where the sand and surf welcome all comers. However here too there is a lot of growth going on, with new reeds and shore grasses rising up, serving as a great place for fat green lobsters to hide and pinch at the unwary.

Or maybe it's better to explore the buildings these days, with how the plants have taken over everything. However one might well find that less commonly used buildings and ruins have their own plant problems. Some are overgrown with fruitbearing vines, and others filled with wide swaths of various forms of mint. Good news there is that the glownies seem to have gotten free, or others have arrived, to feast upon the mintsplosion.

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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A hell of a lot faster. If he wanted to move as fast as he could, Dustin wouldn't see him coming. Not that Tommy wanted to waste the speed. He just figured it was important to get that detail out of the way sooner rather than later with newcomers.

"There you go, welcome to the conversation," Tommy laughs as he keeps going. "How many have been here three years? That'd be me, B, Lance and Keith, and Silver Scruffy. We were part of the first group the Agrii brought in. Everyone else from then went home. Some are relatively soon after that, like Tony and Jon and Cayde. But it's not surprising given we haven't exactly solved the problem yet. Sorry that you're in a shitty situation here. I try and make sure we've got at least two meals a day out here, so people don't have to worry about food. Got some helpers that try and prepare other meals. If I'm not here, you're free to help yourself to things that are pre-prepped, but we prefer if you don't use the diner kitchen for cooking if it's only for one."

Because they all have to live here together, right? Ain't nothing to be done for it.

One of Dustin's eyebrows slowly creeps up his face the more Tommy explains. He starts shaking his head and pacing around the door before the other guy finishes talking.

"Ok - at least 8 people besides me, then," he says, running a hand through his hair. Glossing over the finer details of the diner for now; Dustin knows that this information will be useful later, but it isn't now, so he's just going to shuffle that away until he needs it. Perfect recall is nice like that. "I was looking for a more precise estimate, but I can do that on my own time I guess. Can they all do..."

Dustin gestures vaguely in Tommy's direction.

"...stuff like you? Powers? Whatever you call it here." A thought occurs to him suddenly, his eyes widening. "--Or is this normal where you're from? Everyone just moves that fast?"

Can't discount the ideas that the Agrii pulled from other places than Earth. Tommy could be an alien. Anything is possible at this point.

"No, that's just the older people. There's maybe a touch more than thirty people," he answered. Yeah, maybe he should have led with that. But his mind had raced ahead to other information. "And there are plenty of normal humans like you. Mutant like me are pretty rare. But we've got non-humans here too. Hope you're not racist."

So no, there aren't a lot of people here like him. He's one of a kind.

"Oh, shit. Sorry. I'm assuming you're human. Guess I shouldn't do that."

There's a lot to unpack here. At least 30 is quite a bit more than at least 8 for captive population, and it makes Dustin's heart sink. Not because that's a lot of people for the Agrii to be abducting, but because that's going to make it much harder for him to hide from everyone. Thirty people in an abandoned city built for thousands is not exactly a high population density, sure. But it's an order of magnitude more than he was anticipating. He will have to moderate his expectations accordingly.

There's also a confirmation that Tommy isn't quite human, and that there are others that are fully not human wandering around, too. This is less of a gut-punch than it might have been if Dustin hadn't gotten the Agrii's missive as soon as he arrived. Aliens, on an alien planet? Perish the thought.

It is interesting, though, to know that the Agrii aren't the only other species out there. Tommy makes it sound like there could be several. And he's some kind of mutant human, apparently? Fascinating. Dustin's other eyebrow briefly arcs to meet the first one before he quickly schools his expression, waving a dismissive hand.

"Sure, whatever," he shrugs. There's not a second thought in his mind about telling Tommy about his own abilities - that he might also be, in a literal sense, some kind of 'mutant.' He's only just met the guy. It strikes him that he doesn't even know his name. Dustin usually knows at least that much before he even plans his route to find someone that might have abilities, and if they did have them, he still wouldn't tell them about his.

Rather than directly confirming Tommy's assertion that he's a normal human and catching himself in a lie, Dustin deflects. "I'll try to be an equal-opportunity asshole, then," he says, folding his arms. "What can I expect? You've been here a while, keep a watering hole. I'm guessing you've met everyone? Anyone I should watch out for?"

Kid's jumpy. Tommy does his best to not look at the guy too closely to make him jumpier.

"You'll want lessons from Stark in that level of being a dick I guess. And this isn't the watering hole. That's Cayde's Deep End. But if you want someone you wanna watch out for, it's Quentin Beck. Dude is a liar and attempted murderer."

It's just like that.

Dustin glances at the glass of water that he still hasn't touched on the table, then back at Tommy, but he doesn't comment on it further. Semantics aren't as important as getting information out of someone this talkative.

He processes the names. If 'Stark' is anything like me, he'll want to avoid me as much as I want to avoid him. So we're square there. Cayde was one of the people this guy mentioned earlier. Bar could be good for intel, especially if they actually have access to alcohol here. Need to look into Quentin, preferably before I run into him on accident.

A little flicker of a thought warns Dustin that this might be a lie - maybe this dude is Quentin, and is just getting ahead of the rumors while he sizes Dustin up - but he dismisses it before it goes anywhere. For all of his paranoia at the start of this conversation (and all of it that remains, frankly), Dustin has enough evidence to support the conclusion that Tommy is not trying to hurt him. He would have had so many opportunities to do that by now. Seems too earnest, anyway, too eager to share details. Dustin hasn't discounted the fact that Tommy could be a threat, but his thoughts have wandered away from finding an escape route, at least.

So the next question for Tommy has more snark behind it than actual concern. "And you?" he asks, tipping his chin. "You seem pretty eager to show off what you can do. Is that just because you like feeling special, or is it a warning?"

Oh Tommy's one of the bigger threats here, if it moves him to be one. Doesn't mean he moves himself to be one.

But seriously, dude, what's with the paranoia? Tommy sighs, putting his knife down, and turns to look at the kid.

"Listen, kid, it's like this. It's disturbing for some people, the first time they have an interaction with a speedster in their power. I feel like it's better to give people that information early on, so they don't flip out if I need to use it later. So they understand that in an emergency if they need out of somewhere fast, they can call me. Ain't much here that's going to get you out of a tight corner as reliably."

There's his brother's teleporting, but sometimes that's not as fast.

"It's an important fact of living here, so I put it out there, right from the word go, when I can."

Speedster. Dustin packs that term away for later, along with Tommy's assessment of himself and his role here. His rational for revealing his abilities upfront is, admittedly, a sound one. If Dustin has powers like that, he figured he would find it tiresome, too, to have to explain his abilities to people so they would shut up, stop panicking, and let him help them. But it's not just the people Tommy wants to help that will know what to expect - it's the people that want to do him harm, too. People like this Quentin guy.

Or people that want to use him for everything he's got. Dustin's expression sours, but he shakes his head to clear it. Stow your morals, they're not important right now.

"Is it?" he asks instead. Dustin absently rolls up his sweater sleeves to the elbows, finding that the lack of summer breeze in the diner is making it a little too stuffy for him to tolerate. Out from hiding under several layers of shirts, his forearms are rail thin. "Dangerous enough to stay on guard like that, I mean."

The storms. He'd heard about the concept of them from the Agrii's data point, but they didn't provide more details other than the fact that they're bad news. Dustin doesn't mention them to Tommy, however; he wants to know if someone who's been here for three years has other priorities than the Agrii thought they would have.

"Sometimes. Usually not, but as you might have noticed, ruins. Things happen. People can get hurt. I'm here to help. Superhero instincts and shit like that. I can't just stand by."

He has to help. It's in his nature.

Dustin raises an eyebrow in unabashed skepticism, and not just because Tommy's danger assessment is very different from what he was expecting (although it's not at all unwarranted, he admits; someone exploring carelessly or trying to shelter from an especially powerful storm could be in serious trouble in some of these structures).

"Superhero?" He scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Man, you are full of yourself, aren't you?"

Never mind about setting aside his morals - Dustin can't let this one go.

Full of himself? Tommy laughs.

"No, man, I mean literally. I go by speed. Costume is silver and green. I'm currently unaffiliated to a team, but I'm an Avengers Legacy. My parents were Avengers, brother too. Saved the UN once, that was fun. Literal, actual superhero."

Just because he's in jeans and a tank-top now didn't mean he was anything less than what he was.

A derisive smile curls the corners of Dustin's mouth.

"That's the dumbest shit I've ever heard," he laughs back at Tommy. Somehow, after being teleported overnight to an alien planet, having his memories tampered with by the Agrii, finding a guy with super speed, this is the thing Dustin finds unbelievable enough to call out. "Like, in the comics? Spandex? You said your superhero name was 'Speed?' Really dug deep for that one, huh?"

Yes, Dustin is teasing Tommy pretty hard here, but the change of mood seems to actually be putting him at ease. He finally takes a seat at the table.

Still not touching that glass of water, though.

Really?

"That's it? That's the dumbest thing you've heard? Dumbest thing I've heard is you assuming we use spandex. My uniform is made of woven unstable particles. What's the use of a suit that can't react properly to your powers? I go fast, that generates a ton of friction. Which would melt spandex."

Don't be stupid, man. Just think about it. Spandex was the literal worst idea.

Dustin rests his chin on his knuckles, eyebrows raised. He has noticed that Tommy hasn't tried to defend his hero alias. But he'll stay on this train of thought - Tommy has actually made a good point here, and Dustin wants to reward him for it.

"You're right," he concedes with a shrug. "Spandex would be pretty fuckin' stupid. Glad your people don't think like the idiots that write comic books where I'm from."

His eyes narrow, some of that original, intensely studious energy seeping back into his expression.

"You still have that suit?"

"Yeah, got it in my room here," Tommy answered.

Way easier to go high speeds in it, than asking his brother to endlessly enchant what he does have to survive at his speeds.

"No you can't mess with it. It's the only one I've got."

Dustin looks briefly hopeful...before Tommy gives a more concrete answer. His whole body slumps in obvious disappointment.

"You have anyone here that can patch it up if it gets damaged?" he asks, making one last attempt at a leading question. "Or is that part of the whole 'unstable particle weave' business?"

"Yes," Tommy answered firmly. He's not letting some stranger mess with his suit. "And I wouldn't even trust Tony to look at it, so really, some strange kid who can't even trust a glass of water isn't going to get to touch my most prized possession."

One of, but he's not pointing that out.

This is absolutely fair and definitely the answer Dustin should have been expecting, but he can't help feeling surly about it. He folds his arms, petulant, and tries to focus on something else.

"...You drank out of it," Dustin mumbles, staring at the glass of water like it's sprouted mold. "I'm not drinking your backwash, man. Basic hygiene."

Tommy rolls his eyes and pours another glass. This he walks over to the table, at normal speed, to put in front of the kid.

"You're making me feel old because I want to call you a punk. Which is rude. Don't make me feel fucking old."

"Sounds like a personal problem," Dustin says, deadpan. Maintaining eye-contact, he picks up the new glass of water - sniffs it - then knocks it back. He was only planning on taking a single swig, but the lukewarm water tastes so fucking good after several hours of outdoor lurking in too-warm clothes that he ends up chugging the whole thing. Dignity is an illusion and a waste of time and energy. Dustin drops his hand, letting the now empty glass clatter loudly back onto the table.

"What should I call you?" He rolls up his sleeves on one arm enough that he can wipe it across his mouth. "'Cause I sure as fuck am not calling you 'Speed.'"

"You're really just a fucking brat," he laughs before going to get another glass for the guy.

"Tommy. My name is Tommy. And, since sometimes people tell this stuff, I'm from a city called New York on a planet called Earth. It's usually best to assume people are from different places, even if the Agrii seem to heavily draw from different versions of Earth."

It's Dustin's turn to roll his eyes. "Sticks and stones," he shrugs. He's been called worse things. Besides, Tommy's proven to be way too useful to be mad at right now.

For example: Casually dropping the notion that the Agrii know how to tap into alternate universes - no, casually dropping the notion that alternate universes are definitely real. Dustin's eyebrows shoot into his uneven bangs. Suddenly Tommy's talk about his superhero career seems significantly less fantastical.

"...Yeah, New York," he murmurs, monotone. "I know New York."

Can't be the same Earth I'm from - if his group, the 'Avengers Legacy,' really did save the UN, I absolutely would have heard about it.

"...As many universes as there are people, you figure?" Dustin asks. His eyes are glittering with fascination. "About thirty?"

This would be the part in a normal conversation where, having asked for and received the other person's name, Dustin should offer his own. He does not. Social graces don't appear to be his forte.

"Nope, not that many. Seems that people come in clusters sometimes. As if reaching into a universe once makes a repeat dip easier. Keith and Lance and Shiro are all from one place. Billy and me of course, lots of the people associated with the Space Monks. So yeah, less than thirty universes, by a lot. Maybe you hit thirty if you consider all the places everyone who has been here have been from."

Thing was, he didn't need Dustin to give it. New arrivals were rare, and the communication devices the Agrii gave them kept rosters of everyone they had brought to the planet. So Tommy could just look for the new name, if he was curious.

Dustin hasn't had the chance to check the details of his network device yet. Or rather, he's been avoiding it deliberately. Strange computer connected to a probably unsecured network and all that. He's got a wonderful surprise waiting for him when he sees his legal name posted under his picture in the 'dictionary,' though.

"Sound hypothesis," Dustin murmurs, folding his hands in front of his face. The names, the associations, the 'Space Monks' - he files all those things away to investigate later, on his own terms. The gears are turning too fast to linger on them for long. "Depends on your stance when it comes to multiverse theory, I guess. An infinitely repeating multiverse within the same cosmically inflating bubble might imply that they're 'making stops' within certain Hubble volumes, grabbing whoever's interesting, then moving on. Could argue a 'many worlds' interpretation of quantum mechanics if you assume the Agrii are time-travelers. Grab a few people from one point, then when they deposit them here, sometime in - I dunno - the far future, when they go back they end up navigating to an alternate reality where those people don't exist. Cover a large enough timespan, over enough planets, and we might never notice what's happening."

A breath. Dustin's eyes are dilated oddly and flickering across the table, like he's reading something only he can see.

"Can't discount the generic 'bubble universe' idea, either. The Agrii could be taking advantage of universe collisions with their own - have some method of predicting when it will happen, getting in, taking hostages, getting out before they split. A rift like this could lead to several points in time, even. Hmm." He blinks a few times, his expression becoming neutral again. "I think that one's the most acceptable. Multiverse theory is still in its infancy where I'm from, so my sources might be totally wrong. It sounds elegant, though."

Dustin's eyes narrow.

"...I mean, assuming I'm not just having a really vivid hallucination right now. Or this is the most elaborate prank I've ever seen. Can't discount it yet."

"And I just heard a lot of 'blah blah blah look at me I'm smart' talk. I'll put it like this. Not everyone from the same world arrives at the same time, so if you're thinking that, you're wrong. And the Agrii? Definitely not time travelers. Something else up entirely. But if you've gotta spew ideas like that out there, try Tony. He's the one that gets sciency stuff more."

But he doesn't think Tony's got that sorta stuff. This is all just way too much for him to hear.

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good place to wrap up, you think?

Yep