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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 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.

Dustin scowls and folds his arms in a pout. He'd been hoping that Tommy's casual mentions of multiverses meant he actually knew something about them, but clearly he'd been off the mark there. Just tribal knowledge and observation - useful, but not nearly as interesting. Unfortunate.

"Maybe I will," Dustin says petulantly, leaning back in his chair. "You mentioned Tony before, about the suit. He's a scientist? Engineer?"

Yeah, pout all you want kid, he's not giving you something he doesn't know.

"He's a lot more than both of those. You ever see a guy walking around in shiny armor, but who is still very clearly and totally human, that's Tony. Dude's basically a genius."

Dustin nods slowly. Yet another mental note has been made. Tony sounds like an interesting and potentially competent resource that he'll have to visit - no, probably not visit, let's not fool ourselves here - research in the near future.

"Shiny armor guy," he says, quirking an eyebrow. "Got it."

A beat. Dustin considers getting up and leaving, but is interrupted by his stomach knotting unpleasantly as he shifts in his seat. When was the last time he ate? Midnight snack yesterday, back in Vermont. This isn't good. He'd been too paranoid to pick any of the possibly edible-looking plant products outdoors. But since Tommy mentioned cutting back the trees...

"...I'm assuming you're not chopping those up for fun?" Dustin asks, nodding his chin at the abandoned pile of half-cut greens on the counter.

Yeah, Tony Stark was an interesting guy.

"Nope. Salad. I've also got a stew just about ready to come out. And fresh bread. Sorta bread? Flour is harder to come by, but we've got work arounds of other starches I've found."

He's been here a while. Creating whole new foods.

Stew? Fresh bread? Dustin's mouth starts to water. He's been living off of fast-food and vending machine snacks for a few months now, in order to best conserve his very limited pool of funds while still fueling his abnormally high metabolism. The idea of an actual meal, even if it's made of foodstuffs from an alien planet he's never been to, is enough to get him to stick around. Besides, Tommy's apparently been providing meals for everyone and may have been doing so for most of the three years he's been here. If Dustin could trust anyone to know what's safe to eat around here, it should be this guy.

The teenager rocks slightly in his seat, suddenly looking a little sheepish. "...You need help preparing any of it?" he asks. Tommy heavily implied that he was doing this for free, but Dustin knows that nothing is given without a price. "I know the current batch is almost done, but I could help plate it or prep the next one or whatever."

Damn right his mouth should be watering. It's good stuff here, and Tommy's been working on his skill for years. Couldn't cool before. But he was trying now.

"You know your way around a knife for chopping? Because if you are, I could let you do that and then sit and eat. But we don't require pay. If people can help, here or at the greenhouse, or just around town, I feed you. Simple as that."

Tommy doesn't even have to finish talking before Dustin stands up, chair loudly sliding out from underneath him as he makes his way to the counter. He brings with him his first glass that he drank out of, plus the glass that Tommy sipped out of earlier and left on the table.

"Yeah, sure," he says dismissively, with a clip of sarcasm. "I've cut a vegetable before. I can wash some dishes when I'm done eating instead, if you don't trust me with this very difficult task."

The snark appears to be just for show; Dustin looks eager to put his time in so he can eat something. He shuffles around the back of the counter. "Just point me wherever, I'll figure it out."

Quick off the mark, kid. Almost impressive.

“Yeah, I need these cumatoes chopped up for the salad,” he says, pointing to what looks like a small set of three cucumbers. Which would be like tomatoes on the inside. Fun.

“You’ll have to learn that veggies here aren’t quite the same. At all.”

Dustin grabs the closest reasonable cutting implement he can find nearby and gets to work without preamble. He's not a professional chef or anything, and he's briefly thrown off by the consistency of the cumatoes' tomato-like interiors (though with a name like 'cumatoes' he can hardly stay surprised), but he's made his own meals in the kitchen before. And done some casual reading on standard culinary practices in restaurants. Never know when that could come in handy.

"I think I'd be more surprised if they were the same," he shrugs, settling into a rhythm of chopping. "I'll have to take a look around that greenhouse after this. Getting to know the local edible flora sounds like solid future-proofing to me."

Good. Tommy was pleased to see him working.

"Well, if you do, consider the agricultural data point so you can figure out what is and isn't edible and all that shit. We don't do labeling of shit. Not a lot of supplies."

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good place to wrap up, you think?

Yep