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SUMMER 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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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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Comments

Spaceships

[tetrahedonist]

Bill was mucking in professionally, though not in a way that was actually productive. He was eye-wide-open, acquiring and absorbing information as much as he could, a proverbial glutton for this kind of punishment. He wanted everything, the better to understand where to push to cause a domino cascade. These things took patience, deliberation, and--

--Sleighbells?

The spaceship Bill was examining became much less interesting than the prospect of someone pulling the other one that had bells on. Bill turned (completely, as was required for his front facing eye and neckless physiology) and floated over to the open door, sticking his top half inside and then climbing in with both hands to either side.

What was that sound really? A cat? Witch bells? With this place, it could be anything, and Bill loved that sort of spontaneity, craved it more than anything short of personal freedom.

He wasn't even disappointed to float in on a scrawny but lithe looking humanoid, of the bipedal, carbon variety with which he had grown so familiar over the last few decades. Evolutionarily it was a very popular design, probably because it was hilarious and at least somewhat functional.

"You gonna mix the 7-Up with all the other flavors?" He inquired, in his typical jubilant greeting.

[jingly]

Malone was coming to understand this place -- or parts of it -- in ways that mattered, while still not really understanding it for the most part and approaching that with a breezy acceptance. None of this really made sense, and the thing he was most certain about was that he wasn't supposed to be here.

He dealt with these things in the way that he dealt with all other unpleasant realities: acknowledged that they were there and then did not deal with them. It would be good to know his way around this city, and he was familiarizing himself with the shopping district in any case...

But it was worth it to get a little distracted with this strange magic ship. And its dispensers!

"What's a seven-up?" Malone asked, totally unbothered by the nonstandard greeting, just curious. "Is it a good flavor?" He turned as he was asking and was immediately stricken by --it took him a moment to realize this was the person he was talking to! This was not a human and was most certainly not a gran. His eyes widened, and he stepped closer, asking the rude question with no compunction: "What are you? Are you magic?"

[tetrahedonist]

That was the kind of logic and energy that Bill vibed with, even if he wasn't completely aware of the kinship feeling just yet. Being able to roll with the chaos of the happenings while also doubling down on fueling them? That was the dream. But first came the rolling.

And Malone was striking even for one of these featherless bipeds (behold, a mime!). The mask looked really fun, though Bill didn't have long to look, at least he didn't seem to be attacking!

"It's supposed to be lemon/lime. I say supposed to, because I don't think either of those fruits have anything to do with the final product." Bill rather ominously babbled that on, without retreating or advancing as Malone just... put the question out there. It was welcome, really, as much as it was rude, to get it out there if it needed to be asked. And it wasn't Bill's first rodeo with this species. Hopefully he'd do better, this time.

"Oh, my friend, I am the most magical, I really am. You could consider me a sprite," Which was almost as good as 7-UP, "A wish-granting being! And what are you? Human, right? I like your face!"

[jingly]

"Oh, that's okay. I don't know what either of those taste like," Malone admitted cheerfully. Seven-up was about as helpful as lemon/lime to him; Mogonda got oranges and that was about it for local citrus. And if Bill's statement was ominous, Malone accepted it with a sort of tickled equanimity.

"A sprite?" Malone rubbed at his own chin, canny for a moment. "One of the fairy folk? And here I don't know any of your rules!" Just vaguely that they had them. Oh, well. He tended not to follow rules anyway, when he could get away with it!

"Human, yes!" Malone bowed deeply, one arm extended, then backflipped back towards the counter with the exuberant sound of bells once more. Once on his feet again, he was grinning, and added, "I didn't know there were many other options. Thank you; I made part of it myself." He reached up and tweaked his own nose slightly, bending the tip up and letting it spring back.

[tetrahedonist]

"Life obviously never handed you lemons." Bill observed, "Not every dimension or time gets em." Malone would have to avoid scurvy some other way. And he did seem healthy enough.

The awareness of what a sprite was was a welcome one. Good. Bill had variously either identified with, or been forcibly identified as, a demon, a god, a muse, a being of ill repute... Sprite or fairy was somewhat new and hopefully would be less threatening, at least for people who didn't know their fairy lore too well. "I only have a few rules! And even those, I didn't choose myself. But don't stress about it, they might not even come up!"

Bill looked intensely curious, even without a mouth. The way Malone just expended energy as if bored by not doing so was very on-brand for Bill's own interests. "You do your own stunts, you sew, obviously there's a triple threat here somewhere, but I'll figure it out."

He offered a (non flaming) hand. "Bill Cipher. Every time you speak my name I grow in power, until I absorb the dimension and move on to the next! Nah, I'm just messing around, I don't do that. What can I call you, Jingles?"

[jingly]

That saying was just absolutely dead in the world Malone came from, but he never let incomprehension bother him! "Is this another 'dimension'?" From the way he asked it, he'd never heard that word before either. "Or another time? The ruined cities do look a little like home, but this," he spun to indicate the spaceship with spread arms, "this is new!"

Ooh, and the sprite wasn't outright sharing the rules. Well, it seemed like maybe he wanted to play a game, and Malone didn't totally mind not knowing the rules immediately... at least if he wasn't losing. It didn't feel bad so far, though.

"Well, I'm a jester. Most people don't laugh... So maybe it is a threat!" He laughed at himself then, though, and would have turned back to the dispensers if not for... the handshake offer. Which he blinked at like he sincerely wasn't even a little used to it, caught off guard for a moment.

He took Bill's hand with a bit of visible uncertainly, but then shook it with more enthusiasm, a grin spreading across his face again. "That's good! I bet you'd get indigestion. You can call me Jingles," he allowed magnanimously, "but my name is Malone!"