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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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"No, adorable as you are, you're not making this any easier," Steven chided, lumping everything to one side as the cat approached. He couldn't help but tentatively hold out a hand for Salem to sniff, then scratching behind his ears. "You're not some kind of deity-related bearer of bad news, are you?" he mused aloud. "Because I've already met one old god and that's good enough. Although I'm assuming Bastet would be much better about announcing her appearances."

Salem didn't need to be told he was adorable to earn his affection, but it certainly helped. They skipped the sniffing part entirely for the cat to bump his head readily into the mortal's hand, and give an appealing twirl to roll his spine into the pat. The good will might run out if the mortal was going to carry on about him being bad luck, though. He was too adorable for bad news! Luckily, this one maybe wasn't as mortal as he appeared, so maybe Salem could explain that to him more politely than an irritable swat. "You know Bastet? I've been sending her fanmail for years, and I've only gotten one dead mouse in return. I think she sends that to all of the cats. You have to introduce us. Tell her I loved her mouse," he enthused.

Steven would have been content to stand there and pet the very friendly black cat that possibly murdered something that was also quite possibly still in his room. And he was just as fine carrying on with the one-sided conversation, not expecting any reply in turn as he let his fingers dance over the feline's back.

But there was a reply, and his eyes rounded out in surprise. It took a few moments for him to refrain from screaming, clapping his free hand over his mouth. The noise in the back of his throat promptly died, sounding like a deflated balloon while he tried processing this. "Cor! I- " His mouth closed again, forming a line with pressed lips before reopening to speak again. "...I've never actually met her. I've mostly read about her. I do a lot of reading." His brow creased, worried about how quickly this whole situation turned. That, however, didn't stop him from giving Salem scratchies. "P-pardon me, I'm sure you get this a lot, but how- ?"

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."

"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."

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."

"The 90's? Now hold on- "

In between being used as a rubbing post and remembering that the 90's were already thirty years ago, Steven's eyelids fluttered, his mouth opening before pausing to turn it over in his head again. "To be fair, I'd have to agree with you on that point. Khonshu's rather 'old school,' as they say." Complete with air quotes before resting his hands on his hips in an attempt to be intimidating. Which was not by much.

Especially when global domination was mentioned. "-I can see why, that kind of thing wouldn't even fly now," he nearly balked.

"Lighten up!" Salem insisted, giving another twirl before taking the suggestion that this conversation might not be going in his favour for much longer and making to leap off of the bed again. "I wouldn't do that kind of thing, that's ridiculous. A whole planet! Under one very handsome ruler! That's probably a lot of work." A lot more work than cleaning up the mess in this room, which Salem certainly wasn't up for.

Steven tried to stay serious, not being able to hide the quirk of his mouth. "A real joker, you are," he said under a breath, shaking his head again as he watched Salem twirl about. A part of him honestly did hope that Salem was joking, but he had his suspicions. Not that that mattered in the moment. "Right. Speaking of work - you're going to help me with some of this." Bending over, he scooped up the cat, holding him in his arms as he straightened up to move back to the other side of the room.

"Nooo!" Salem cried as he was scooped, legs dangling pathetically, then he started to sob. "Not the consequences of my actions!" One of these days on one of these planets, he'd be able to finally outrun those.

Winter Test Drive Meme

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