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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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Wilson may still be primarily focused on the motorbike, but he doesn't miss Celty's approach and he looks up to greet the stranger with a wide, sharp-toothed grin. "Nice scythe trick! I should try that. One day." Shouldn't be too difficult, right? Though how much more effective a scythe is compared to a sword or spear remains debatable, but there is a certain style to it.

He gestures towards the bike. "Did you build this?"

Oh, it was definitely mostly for style. Celty had thought her boyfriend's suggestions silly at first, but she'd have to admit, she'd gotten a little accustomed to the scythe, ridiculous as it might be. It does tend to leave an impression on people.

Celty looks over at the bike and then back at the man, still unsure what to make of him. He can't be human, did he feel like anything else? She'd notice if he was some kind of fae or spirit.

The question is a strange one to her, and she gives a shake of her helmet. It's honest though. She'd found the old bike just before leaving Ireland.

Deep down, Wilson is human. A human turned nightmare by entities even beyond his own understanding. But he has stopped caring who They are. He has stopped caring a couple hundred deaths into his time trapped in the Constant. Even taking over the throne and control over Maxwell's strange, irate and perpetually shifting world, he hasn't gotten any answers. And unlike Maxwell, Wilson has never thought about fracturing his own mind to maintain a semblance of his sanity while the Nightmare Throne corrupted the Constant's new King. And at this point Wilson is far beyond caring.

He gives an oddly soft chuckle, crossing his arms thoughtfully and allowing his mind to dwell a moment on Celty's strange helmet while returning his actual attention back to her ride, pondering aloud. "Too bad I never dabbled enough in engineering to try myself on a vehicle..."

A strange one, definitely. He'd probably fit right in with the oddities that dwell in Ikebukurou. Celty watches him, relieved that he doesn't seem to think too much more of her motorcycle outside of its workings. Of course, this is the man who just tried to toss a glownie into the lake with a shadow hand. Her fingers twitch, and she slips out her tablet from her pocket to type.

[Who are you? That hand- actually, what were you going to do with that glownie?]

The moment the phone comes out, Wilson first looks on in bewilderment, but then actually reads the message written out on the small screen.

"Glownie? That's what they're called? Heh. Beats pigmen, I guess." He blinks and peers past Celty, back to where the glownies used to me. "...shame it got away. Guess I'll learn about these beasts later." They can't exactly leave this world, right? He waves that concern off for now, however, his attention drawn back to the lady. "Me? I'm a scientist!" He introduces himself with a polite bow. "Call me Wilson."

A scientist? Inwardly she cringes. She knows way too many scientists. Are they always so weird?

[That's what they're listed as. You don't have one of these?]

She taps a finger on the side of her tablet in indication once she holds the screen out for him to read before she turns it back towards her to type again.

[I'm Celty. I know a few scientists, but I've never seen them do that. Those were...shadows, weren't they?]

Not all scientists are weird, no. Only the mad ones. But being mad beats being tired.

Wilson reads her message, then takes a moment to consider it before reaching into the inner pocket of his jacket and pull out his own phone, taking a moment to frown at it. "I haven't experimented with it yet." He admits and turns the device around. His knowledge of technology predates cell phones and especially smart phones for almost a century so he hasn't really given this slate of glass and plastic much thought.

Though even his current thoughts are easily drawn back to Celty's next message and Wilson's expression brightens with a chuckle. "You mean these?" He asks as two large shadow hands sprout from the ground behind him. "Useful, aren't they? But what's even better-!" Wilson raises both his hands in a presenting ways as the two shadow hands start going through various shadow hand puppets above his head: A bird, a rabbit, something with way too many teeth for comfort...

By the way he looks at the thing, Celty can tell he's not used to the device. It had taken a bit of getting used to for herself as well, since the phones she had still had buttons. Touch screens were both convenient and annoying.

As Wilson demonstrates with his shadows she steps back, mostly in surprise. And then she stares somewhat in disbelief. This is the 'even better?'

....

1920 was a bad year for cell phones in various ways for various reasons. But Wilson remains intrigued despite the shadow caterpillar morphing into a shadow butterfly above his head and the sheer glee this brings him.

“Come on, come on! You must admit they’re pretty handy, right? Right?” He prompts with a chuckle and turns around to step a few steps back himself, giving the two hands a thumbs up and then turns to Celty, gesturing to the shadow hands again. “Because they’re hands, you know? Handy.”

Celty continues to stare at him flatly, or at least that's the general feeling coming from her, given it's impossible to make out anything beyond the visor. And then she brings her own hand up to facepalm.

Scientists must all be crazy, she sighs inwardly.

“…you don’t like them, then.” Wilson observes, not without disappointment and the hands are being dismissed.

He shifts his weight onto his right foot and crossed his arms with a huff. “So. What it is you‘er doing for fun, then?”

[I can't say it's something that came to mind to ever do.]

But then she's not human, so shadow puppets would have been a foreign concept to her either way. For fun, though? Celty considers the question. Fun was also a human concept, but she's been around them long enough to have adapted to some of their ideas and habits.

[Watch TV. Play computer games. Go for a ride. I suppose I can only default to the last one, here.]

Wilson casts her a frown. "You mean you only ever summoned gardening tools?" Now that's boring. "Nothing against your scythe, but you need to experiment more!" Granted, Wilson isn't very familiar with TV or computer games as well. But he used to have a radio.

He points to the bike. "How can riding around be fun, though? It's just a means to reach a set point faster."

A gardening tool?! That makes her bristle, if only slightly. She also felt like pouting. It was supposed to be cool. Much cooler than puppets. It's not becoming for a dullahan to pout though, and only Shinra seemed to be able to tell her moods without her having a face to show them.

[Experiment how? By making shadow puppets?]

If text had a tone, that one would have been super flat. Her helmet lifts at the other question though. How... Well, that's difficult to put into words now that she thinks about it. Celty pauses as she considers how to answer.

[So you've never ridden any sort of vehicle just...because?]

Like it or not, Celty, in the end, a scythe remains a tool normally used for field work or to tame an overgrown garden. Wilson shrugs. "Shadow puppets are a start." Yes, he is ignoring her text's tone.

And he also shakes his head. "Not really. They're means of transportation or traveling. You can call a carriage when you need to go somewhere, but-" And another shrug, this one more pronounced and paired with a wide grin. "I have my very own means of getting places these days."

Celty shrugs then. She supposes she's had similar thoughts, back when she rode her Cóiste Bodhar as a herald of death. Human lifestyle has opened up so many possibilities.

And yet here's someone who's...humanish... who doesn't seem to understand modern human ideas. I wonder when he comes from...

[I thought you liked to experiment. Or is it that since transportation is predefined that you accept it for it is?]

Wilson scowls a little in response, failing to see the scientific element of whatever this suggested experiment is even meant to be.

He crosses his arms. "Fine. Tell me about this experiment."

Offering further explanation hadn't been something Celty had anticipated. She imagines Shinra would be all over it. Even trying to imagine how he would respond is more than difficult. Her mind just doesn't work the same way as his.

[Well... You said you have your own way to get around. And you say that a vehicle only gets you from one point to another, faster. That may be true, but it's not all straight lines and turns. The in-between is what makes all the difference, and how it's handled.]

"Well I guess you can spend some time watching the scenery while you're traveling. If you have nothing more worthwhile to do..." And he always has something better to do. Things like science. Those experiments don't conduct themselves!

Wilson gestures towards her bike. "Though you'd probably be busy paying attention to steering this to avoid any collisions." Which, naturally, is the driver's job.

[Of course. But getting around is part of the fun. Things here aren't straight-forward. The road one day might not be exactly the same as it was the previous one. There's obstacles to dodge. It's an interesting challenge.]

It was nice to simply focus on the road ahead, moving with her mount as one, feeling the thrill of the speed that carried them. She couldn't possibly put that into proper words.

Wilson's frown only deepens as confusion about this concept only roots itself deeper. "You mean you are driving. And doing so achieves what...?"

So far he still doesn't see any point other than reaching a different point. And yet from what he can tell this city isn't exactly massive.

The Black Rider's shoulders sag almost in exasperation. She taps her next words insistently into the tablet.

[For fun?]

Silence.

Wilson looks at Celty. Looks at the screen of her phone. Looks back at Celty.

"O...kay..." Nope, he doesn't get it.

She sighs, flicking a hand in that sort of 'never mind' gesture. It's probably the same as her not understanding how his shadow puppets were worthwhile amusement, she supposes. Maybe he's just lonely, Celty wonders as she glances back at him. Not that it gave him a right to go tossing animals into a lake.

The Black Rider steps back towards her motorcycle, swinging a leg over with ease.

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