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Winter Test Drive Meme

WINTER 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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Winter in Temba and Sh'Ka

Winter has arrived on Agra 10 and with it its cold temperatures, sharp winds and, you guessed it, snow. It starts slow and gentle in Temba, but even such gentle snowfall tends to build up and over the course of a few days of constant snowfall, the city has been covered with a white, roughly knee-deep blanket - Unless someone actually remembered to keep some of the paths clear.

And it still keeps snowing. The cold is also causing some of the Shadowpaws to be drawn to the inhabited buildings of Temba in search for shelter. The further away from the library one is, the more likely it gets that they may share one's living space and bless anyone else living there with nightmares. The area around the library remains free of the shadowpaws thanks to the mothcats residing there.

Over in Sh'Ka, a similar picture has been painted. But being situated within all these tall trees paints a somewhat different picture. A more icy one. All the by now leaf-free trees are covered in a thick layer of ice, as are Sh'Ka's stone-carved buildings. The wind here is harsher than it is in Temba, which has been comparably wind-free.

Please try not to slip and hurt yourself while marveling at either city.

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?

The two currently crewless ships are open for anyone to step inside and have a look around, maybe even use for a nap.

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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Well if Hendrik did not believe it was nearly so cold outside as Sniflheim, then he is clearly a problem with Hendrik's sense of cold. Jasper had spent far more time in Sniflheim for he had been trained there. He could say that this place was similarly frigid. Warming up was accepting of course.

What he could not have expected though was the noise of, was that a familiar voice? Hendrik? Jasper had to freeze where he was, and he had to consider just how to address this. A deep breath, a moment of raising himself to straighten himself, and he stepped back out into the corridor.

"Hendrik, would that be you? It would be quite hard to believe."

The scratchies would make up for any sins, and even protect this man from being outright laughed at for his panic as Salem was effectively distracted from his incredible power to startle. Two of his greatest joys in his tiny, cat life, and all at once! The guy wasn't making it sound like he had a much bigger life himself, which ultimately was another point in his favour. It was nice to not be the most pathetic person in the room.

"I was an English major," he explained helpfully through the purrs. "It might have made me a disappointment to my parents and recruitment agencies, but it did make me an incredible linguist."

It was supposed to be surprise, to get Salem out of this dastardly grip and scrambling under the nearest surface while this fiend decided if he was truly insane or ate some bad tuna. Salem should have been more prepared for the commitment someone still wearing their least fashionable Dark Ages ensemble would have. That had to mean this one wasn't even mortal, he realized, also much too late.

Salem gave a squirming kick like he had any control over this situation, and said, "Yeah, then we can see how this would go if it was a fair fight!" Maybe if he extended his claws a little more, that would sound like a real threat.

The helmeted head with its twining horns tilted just so to one side. "If it's a fight you want, I would not recommend it. You would be instantly obliterated." His tone was lacking in any sort of boast to make it any inch of funny. Instead it sounded like simple fact.

Still, there was no point in hanging onto a squirmy feline. Felwinter deposited the cat onto the fluffy white snow. The edge of the book caught his eye before he straightened up again, and he reached over to pick it up. "Yours?" What was a cat doing with a book anyway? He supposed if it could talk then it could probably read as well, but his question still stood.

The sob that Salem involuntarily let out at the threat probably hurt his performance, so maybe it was time to switch tactics to the ol' reliable; playing for sympathy. He must have been really good at it, though, because he was already being lowered before he had to even concoct a story about his poor, sickly mother. Once in contact with the ground, he immediately declared, "So long, sucker!" and made to dart away. This was his first and only ever mistake, as the big tin can had one more thing to say that had Salem sliding to a stop before he'd even gotten his speed up.

"Is...what I would have said," he tried to recover, watching the book anxiously. He should probably look out for that. "If I was a scaredy cat. That's actually a discriminatory myth, and you should be ashamed of yourself."

At least the warlord knew to treat an old tome with respect. He dusted off the snowy coating from the cover as he looked it over.

"I have no idea what you're referring to," he said as he flipped the cover open. He wasn't even looking at Salem at that point, until it seemed the cat was inclined to stay after all. "Are you still insisting on a fight?"

"You attended university?" This wasn't the question Steven wanted to ask, but he was very distracted at the moment. "They have scholarships for cats?" Again, he stopped himself, shaking his head while still petting Salem. "I honestly think they should all reconsider, but that's besides the point. What I meant to have asked in the first place was have you always been a talking cat?"

That was a kind of rude tone to take based on someone's appearance, almost enough to override all of the nice patting. Salem made a noise of disapproval, head tilted with an eyebrow raised. "You should get out more," he suggested. "There's a great spectrum of life out there between books and old gods. A lot of them have tails, and it only makes sitting in some classrooms uncomfortable."

This wasn't an entirely fair answer to the question, though, and Salem could take pity on a fellow pathetic person. "But no. I'm supposed to be taller than you. You should appreciate it while you've got it, the world is surprisingly hostile to short people and one little mistake and, poof, you're pooping in a box and have to wait patiently for din-din."

The cover was gem-studded and detailed, and embossed with the florid title 'The Discovery of Magic'. It was heavy, and much bigger than Salem, and he couldn't trust that this fashion disaster would continue to treat it with kindness. Only he was allowed to rip pages out of it. "Only if you don't put that book somewhere dry and safe," he did his best to threaten. "Or you're in for a world of hurt. I know kung fu."

Ostentatious. The title was a curious one. Why did a cat have a magic book? Felwinter considered, digging through what he could recall of the fragments of human culture he had originally been intended to study so many centuries past.

"Dry and safe. The library, then. It seems an appropriate place for a book, and the one here is severely lacking in books." With this decided, the warlord turned, most likely with the intent of taking said book to the proclaimed destination.

"Hm. Are you someone's familiar?"

Hendrik was speechless. He must've stared at Jasper for a good two minutes, working things around in his head, trying to understand just how this was possible. Back on Erdrea this wasn't possible. How was the other knight here? Did those bitter black spirits that Lord Robert had mentioned somehow sent Jasper back here unharmed? No, that could not possibly be an explanation.

The taller knight shook his head. "How is this possible?"

It was his turn to sniff, having a hunch he was being teased while frowning at the suggestion made. "I was busy. With work. Unless you count an unplanned trip to the Alps." Tipping his head to one side, he let his hand slip a little, fingers still close to the cat's head but not exactly scratching. "I don't mind staying in one place. Where it's safe. And normal. And to be fair, I've only met one god in-person who didn't even have a tail, he just scared the sh- ...surprised me with his stupidly huge bird skull head." He said this rather matter-of-factly, maybe even a tad drier than usual when it came to describing Khonshu.

His eyes reflected curiosity, however - maybe even mild horror as a brow arched at the thought of Salem being taller than him. "You mean...oh. Oh dear." A hesitant beat followed. "You're not kidding?"

Salem could make up for the scratching himself with an insistent bonk of his head against the man's legs, and a purposeful roll of his shoulder into his pants as Salem gave another twirl, tail up proudly. "Most gods have gotten with the times and don't keep bones around anymore. It's the 90's, baby, interior decorating's come a long way," he observed. Whoever was interrupting this guy's reading must not have gotten out much, either. Maybe he was a more powerful witch than he was letting on.

"My tone can be very hard to read," he allowed, incredibly dryly. "That's what got me in trouble in the first place. I was just kidding about the global domination thing. You had to be there, it was a riot. Some people have no sense of humour."

Library did have a kind of logic to it, though he didn't make this sound like a very good library, and Salem wasn't sure anyone should be taking this book home for the weekend. His recourse for now was to follow anxiously and hope the big guy slipped on the ice. Or maybe someone in the book would see the helmet and try to swap boring stories. Some of the portraits did move as Felwinter tried to place this book in his idea of human history, lifting their noses imperiously or giving a friendly wave, though if one of them opened their mouth there didn't seem to be any sound that came out. If Felwinter wanted to find out what this book might have to say about familiars, he'd have to read it for himself.

"I'm not on the market, if that's what you're asking," Salem answered. "And they'll be back soon for their book, so be careful with those horns. You could put an index out with those things."

Ah but here there was a question Jasper could not answer. Still he would consider it carefully.

"My assumption has been a heretofore unexplored application of zoom. But I do not recall using one."

The movement from the book itself did give the warlord pause, his steps slowing as he had to make certain his vision wasn't glitching or something. A magic book. Surely that couldn't be the only reason it was so.

"I am not," Felwinter replied as he continued along. "So are you saying you arrived with someone else? Are these people part of the book like some kind of recording, or are they trapped?"

What Salem didn't want to say was that he didn't know, and he was scared, and he was supposed to stay with them. That last one especially was hard to admit, because usually he'd take any opportunity to win his freedom, and wasn't about to admit to any of the Spellmans that he needed their help. He barely stopped himself from crying, with just a little, dry sob.

At least he could enthusiastically take this diversion about the book, which he rallied enough to say, "I guess you could say they're trapped. By the system. Damn the man! Down with capitalism! Someone else should be in charge! I have some suggestions."

"Who would they be made to? I am uncertain that things would apply here as they do wherever you hail from," Felwinter mused. He flipped another page.

"How does their being trapped pertain to this discovery of magic? Or is that the trap?" In that light, perhaps he shouldn't be perusing the thing so casually. "Will destroying the book free them?"

There had to be some kind of system in place, because it wasn't Salem's choice to be here. Unfortunately, he did not know any more than that, so his plan to overthrow it was still too early in development to be able to answer the tin can.

"Oh, definitely," he could answer, which he really shouldn't have said, so he had to immediately backtrack, "But--don't! Some of them wouldn't appreciate it as much as you're hoping. They've got kids to feed, and there's not that much stable employment for know-it-alls and lawyers." Was that enough to save the book? "I'm beginning to suspect that's not your armor. Whoever passed it down to you must have had a magic book lying around somewhere, though."

"Hm."

Felwinter wasn't quite sure he followed the cat's reasoning. Considering that he was trying to follow the reasoning of a cat at all, he supposed it was probably pointless to try too hard. He flipped the cover shut, tucking the book under his arm.

"Most of it was scavenged," he admitted in regards to his gear. "I could not say how common magical tomes might have been though. The only library I have seen back home was more or less destroyed before I could think to look." Not that he'd been in the right state of mind to be curious about any books. Also falling warsats tended to be a good incentive to leave a place very quickly.

"Do you have some kind of library curse?" Salem asked. "Should you put the book down and back away slowly?" This was very specific, and maybe explained why he didn't know how book jobs worked, if one of them had cursed his family to stay away from them forever. More importantly, "You know, there's lots of other clothes lying around, you could have updated the look any time in the last 600 years. They usually keep those in malls, too, not libraries."

The look Felwinter turned towards Salem could have been interpreted as incredulous, but that would take a bit of imagination. He turned his head forward again, not breaking his stride.

"Not so, where I come from. Many of the old cities of the Golden Age have been decimated or lie in ruins. Humanity's remnants are scattered, struggling to survive from nearly being wiped out."

'Where I come from' and 'humanity' made this sound like a very contradictory statement to Salem, who did not continue forward so confidently and had to burst to catch up after trying to make sense of this. A pocket dimension was the answer that he came up with, though he did have to point out, "You're here now. Am I the unfashionable one? Did you scavenge any pieces that didn't fit?"

"You are a cat," Felwinter said, although even he had to wonder at the truth of that. "I have not scavenged gear here, although I have heard that much of the clothing in this city has extra arms. ...which would not do you much good since it is still more sizable to a very tall human. Perhaps even a Fallen."

He paused, slowing to a stop as he looked back down at Salem. "I suppose if we cut off a sleeve you could make better use of that. I have never considered that animals might wish to be dressed, but then I have not come across any who have spoken, before."

"And I like to look good," Salem elaborated for him. That wasn't so weird for a cat. Maybe it was weird for a Fallen, though. "Fallen people are usually closer to the ground," he said.

"What--how rude have you been to other familiars?" he had to wonder, which did not seem very far fetched. This guy did pick him up before a proper introduction. No familiars that would talk to him, and no magic books, meant he must have known some very strange magic.

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