Winter Test Drive Meme

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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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code bases by tricklet

Comments

Donatello // Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

[thepurpleone]

i. Arrival
"GAH!"

A figure in green and purple abruptly sits up in the snow in the middle of the city square, teeth chattering, eyes bugging wide. Closer observation would reveal him to actually be a green figure wearing accents of purple. He shudders as he struggles to get up out of the fluffy whiteness, throwing his arms around himself in an attempt to warm up.

"What- where..??" He is not sure at all how he got here and the abrupt cold he's found himself in is making it difficult to keep his thoughts straight. But there is something that manages to draw his attention, even amidst the frigid temperatures. "Huh..?" Inexplicably pulled towards the floating orb by the frozen fountain. With some reluctance he pulls his hands free from where he'd had them tucked under his arms, hesitating before he grabs the data point. What happens next steals his breath, leaving only the faintest trail of vapor as he stares at nothing while somehow seeing everything. It's all over much too fast, and he finds himself staring at the orb there in his hands, finally releasing another steaming breath.

"Wh-whoa..." That was amazing. And perhaps a little disturbing. Some kind of data transfer? Direct upload into his brain? That's...

His teeth chatter again as he dances about in an effort to keep warm as he shoves his hands once again under his armpits, looking around. This is supposed to be some kind of city, if that orb was showing him the same place. There had to be somewhere warm around here...!


ii. Explore
Traversing around the city in this accursed weather is a nightmare when you don't have shoes...or clothes, really. At least back home he's usually prepared for winter and can dress appropriately! How cruel these aliens are for throwing him, ill-prepared, into a mostly abandoned city!

The building he's stumbled into seems to be climate-controlled to some degree, the teenager sinking blissfully to the floor of the greenhouse once the chill of outside is shut behind him. Once he thaws out a bit he finally pushes himself up, eyes widening at the sight around him. Being nearly frozen stiff is practically forgotten as he looks beyond the drawer-lined walls and towards where the actual plants are housed. He pulls himself back a bit, looking thoughtfully at the tiny drawers flanking him, opening a few to inspect their contents or lack thereof.

"Seeds..? Wonder how long they've been in here..." he murmurs as he lets a pinch of them fall back into the open drawer. It's then that he spies the data point nearby, expression brightening as he slips over towards it, fingers wiggling anxiously.

"Hellooo, and what kind of delicious information have you for me?"


iii. Spaceship!
A bona fide hanger with bona fide spaceships. "Am I dreaming? I hope I'm not dreaming." Donatello reaches to pinch himself before pausing as he reconsiders. He chews on his lip and pushes through with it, and then yelps at the pain to follow.

"I'm not dreaming!" That alone has enough implications but he sits that in the backseat as he dashes over to the first of the shuttles sitting there, throwing himself against the hull as though to hug it. He's circling all about the thing, putting his little three-digit hands all over it before he gets around to what he determines to be the main hatch.

"Strange, no door controls. Is it voice-activated? Unlock? Hatch open? ....oh come on!" He paws ineffectually at the thing.

III

[kree_soldieress]

"You are not coded to it."

The voice comes from another ship nearby, where a woman has stepped out of the main hatch of the ship labeled 'Bloodsport'. She stood there at the top of the ramp, all six and a half feet of muscular wall of woman, a large metal hammer strapped to her back, and a large cloth bag in her hands.

"The doors are coded to the different chosen He Rows, so you can only access the ship to which you are assigned, unless a crewmember lets you on to their vessel. Oh, and those two."

She gestures vaguely to two further away vessels labeled 'First Blood' and 'Flygood'.

"They have no crew and their doors will open to any."

[thepurpleone]

All at once the turtle freezes, head slooooowly turning in the direction the voice had come. He takes a moment more once he sees the woman who had apparently spoken, blinking as he processes this. Alien planet, blue lady, sure, why not?

His hunched up frame eases into a straighter position as the woman continues to explain. Oh, he can understand it quite well. In fact, he turns an offended look towards the space ship as though it's betrayed him, which in his mind it has, simply by not being assigned to him.

But all is not lost, given that the blue lady still has things to say. Donatello glances back at her before leaning to the side to look in the direction of the shuttles she points out. "'First Blood' and 'Flygood', huh. I can see the naming mechanisms are hit or miss too." Well, he knows which one he's going to check out first, and begins to bound towards the First Blood before pausing mid-stride.

"-hang on, so does that mean I'm potentially assigned to some other ship then?"

[kree_soldieress]

Don't move that slowly, it makes her feel uncomfortable. Like she's being creepy here. Give her credit, she isn't even jumping and accusing him of being a Skrull. She's trying.

"The I believe First Blood was a name from the Fleet days. The Flygood our hosts named. And yes, you will be assigned to a ship. All of us are assigned to one."

[thepurpleone]

He's not doing it on purpose, he's just not used to being openly about humans without some kind of disguise, and Lauri-Ell's blue and all but she's still human-shaped. But since she's just taking his whole situation in stride, his own anxiousness is tapering off.

"Glee, I get a space ship!" Okay, maybe not exactly, but Space. Ship. He'll take what he can get.

All at once the turtle is darting off to have a look at all the ships. It's a bit disappointing that they more or less look the same. Maybe he'll just figure out which one is his later. He turns his eyes towards the two the blue woman had pointed out earlier. For now, he will be content with touching all the things on the ships that will let him aboard, so he makes a beeline for the First Blood.

[kree_soldieress]

Or perhaps humans are just Kree shaped. That's her story and she'll stick to it. Still, she watches him, head tilted, intrigued. And when he makes for the First Blood she opens the door to her ship, tucks her bag of laundry in with it, and then moves to follow him.

"You should be cautious. It is possible to break vital systems, and I do not know how to repair them."

oh whoops, I guess it's First Breath. Blood's the other one

[thepurpleone]

"It's fine! I'm a professional!" says the overconfident fourteen-year old who hasn't nearly been told enough that he can't or shouldn't. He bounces on his feet as he comes up to the ship and finds it opening up for him, scurrying inside even before it's opened all the way.

His behavior isn't very professional but he's too busy geeking out about being inside an actual spaceship. Donnie nearly trips over one of the lines of piping going along the floor in his eagerness, not that being thrown flat against the wall seems to deter his excitement any. He seems perfectly happy being able to nuzzle the cold metal and run his hands over the exposed framework. Prying himself away finally, he starts taking in the rest of the main corridor as he works his way towards the cockpit.

I

[quark_assassin]

Donatello is not the only one who doesn't appreciate the cold. The figure trudging through the snow skirting the edge of town square obviously isn't enjoying himself; the snow nearly reaches mid-thigh on the short teenager, and if that wasn't awkward enough to navigate, the half-dozen layers of sweaters that make his otherwise slight form puffy aren't doing him any favors. The beanie he's wearing is almost comically useless over his wild head of hair, yet he feels the need to wear it anyway, as well as keep his arms folded and hands tucked in the sides of his coat.

Dustin fucking hates winter. He would hibernate through it if he didn't care about having access to hot water and clean clothes, or eating. Annoying inconveniences. But at least they force him out of his workshop every few days, allowing him to keep tabs on changes to Temba and the people in it. Spot the occasional human-sized turtle wearing a purple bandana.

Dustin stops and stares. Actual giant turtle, odd branching Earth timeline, or alien fluke of convergent evolution? All possible and all equally intriguing. Also, potentially fatal? Regardless of if this guy actually follows the turtle model and is cold-blooded, he's definitely not dressed for the weather, and as much as Dustin doesn't want to engage with anyone ever for any reason, he's not going to leave someone to die of exposure.

With a reluctant, dramatic huff, Dustin shuffles his way towards the fountain. "Hey you," he calls. "How long have you been out here?"

[thepurpleone]

The turtle wouldn't have minded it so much if whoever had dropped him here had thought to dress him accordingly! No snow boots or pants, no down jacket or fur-lined cap, no gloves!! What kind of monsters were these Agrii?? What makes it worse is the fact that it appeared his battle shell was lost in transit, his sensitive softshell exposed to the harsh elements.

He's too busy trying to keep his feet moving to keep the feeling in his toes that he completely misses Dustin's approach until he speaks. Yelping, he jumps clear out of the snow, only to stumble back into it and promptly vanish as he falls face-first into the soft white depths.

[quark_assassin]

Dustin reacts with a similar level of surprise - a shout and a stagger backwards, though thankfully he's able to pinwheel and keep his footing before he goes ass-first into a snowdrift. It takes a couple moments after that of instinctive, confused panic before his heart slows and logic kicks in.

Then he's just annoyed. "Fuck's sake," Dustin murmurs through a sigh, straightening upright while his expression flattens. Then he clears his throat so he can let his voice carry again. "Relax - I'm unarmed."

That's...well, mostly true. Dustin frowns, thinks for a second and amends, "--Okay, I have a leatherworking knife, but I'm not interested in trying to stab you with it."

[thepurpleone]

You try being calm when you're freezing your shell off!

The turtle reemerges from the snow, shakily pushing himself up and sputtering. "Not even a scarf-!" he not quite wails before he works at getting back out of the snow again. It's so hard to move when it's so cold.

"...oh g-good, I don't think I'd put much of a f-f-fight up on the account that I can't feel my fingers," he finally replies to Dustin, eyeing him to make sure he's not just imagined him. If they really are on an alien world then that would explain the lack of odd looks or screaming. Talking giant turtles are probably the least strangest thing here. Maybe.

[quark_assassin]

Dustin eyes him back, gaze level and calculating, although he really doesn't have to think too hard about whether this guy - turtle? Turtle guy - is being honest. Someone with Donatello's physiology cannot be comfortable in this kind of weather. He needs to do something before those fingers start to freeze off.

Dustin lets out another heavy, long-suffering sigh. "The Agriculture Building is significantly warmer than ambient and just across the plaza," he says, starting to clear out the pockets of his jacket. Handfuls of various junk are shuttled into the satchel sitting at his waist, ranging from piles of screws and a screwdriver, to empty glass vials, to a half-completed breadboard with unsecured wires trailing from the underside. Then he hefts the bag off and, reluctantly, also his jacket.

"Take this," Dustin continues, holding the coat at arm's length. "It'll keep you from freezing to death before you get there."

[thepurpleone]

"Agriculture- ah! That would track if it's c-climate-controlled," he observes, watching curiously as Dustin starts unpacking his jacket. It's a lot of stuff, some things he'd ask about if he wasn't preoccupied with not freezing. After all that he probably shouldn't have been surprised to find the coat offered to him, but he still blinks almost uncomprehendingly.

It's only for two seconds that he stares, because in the next he snatches the coat and throws it around himself, shoving his arms into the lingering warmth of its sleeves. "Ohh that feels so much better," he sighs, huddling into the warmth. "I guess one can't expect alien abductions to be considerate about, well, anything, really."

3, also obligatory apology for York in general

[buildingitsir]

York's in The Bishop when he hears something outside. What-- whoever it was didn't seem to be from his ship, since the door doesn't open. Then there's something hitting the ship, causing the android to jump. What the hell?

When he gets to the main hatch and gets the doors open, the teenager is scowling. Then scowling deeper at...

What.

Was this guy in a turtle costume or something?

"Late for Halloween." He's not wearing his hoodie, putting the LED cycling in teal on his chest easy to see through his black shirt. "What the fuck do you want? I've heard of going green but that's fucking ridiculous by the way."

[thepurpleone]

The door finally opens and Donatello beams, eager to charge in and- Oh, there's someone there. His excitement gets knocked down a few pegs, one of his perfectly drawn brows arching as he looks at the guy who's standing there. And abruptly his expression flattens at the less than enthusiastic response.

"Says the guy with the built-in nightlight. What, I interrupt your beauty sleep or is this how you always greet people? This your ship?"

[buildingitsir]

York isn’t too tall, only a few I chew over five feet, but he still glares at the newcomer like he’s his original shell’s height. the light in question swirls from teal to a golden yellow, then back to teal. A quick reach just out of frame and he pulls his hoodie off of a little peg to pull onto him. It’s black, which white printing of 'NYC' and imaging on it.

"No, I’ve already gone through my sleep cycle but fuck you anyways. And this is the ship I’m assigned to, the Bishop. Which clearly you’re not part of the crew, because it didn’t open for you. Now what the hell do you want?"

[thepurpleone]

Amusingly enough, the turtle's the same height as York, not that it might be very obvious with the difference the shuttle might offer. Donnie's eyes flick towards the curious light, although a bit of his earlier guard lets up at the familiar letters.

"No way, someone from home? What're the odds of that? Or no, I guess those could be pretty good odds, seeing as I have no idea how the Agrii selection works." He wrinkles his nose. "So you have to be assigned to a ship for it to open? Lame. Or...brilliant, because then you wouldn't get any intruders. Hmm..." He taps a finger against his chin thoughtfully as he considers this.

[buildingitsir]

"Yeah, no doubt my NYC has anyone green running around. Not even Cyberlife have models like that, and the closest you'll get are the Ralphs that are programmed gardeners. But no one's green." There's an eyeroll and he leans against the frame, hands in his hoodie pouch.

"Uh, yeah. That's what I just said. Seems like no organics listen, geez. That at least that seems to be a common thread. Speaking of intruders, you didn't answer me." He starts down the ramp, brows pinched over bright teal eyes. "What do you want?"

[thepurpleone]

Donnie snorts. "Well of course there's not an overabundance of mutant turtles," he says, taking a tone much like someone about to lecture a child. Which is pretty much this fourteen-year-old's usual tone.

"To my knowledge there are only four of us- that would be my brothers and I- and as the world is otherwise inhabited mainly by humans my fam tends to try staying out of the eye of the public so they do not 'freak out'."

A brow shoots up as he eyes York again. Well that's interesting wording. Pieced together with the other tidbits, glowing chests, sleep cycles... He folds his arms as he watches York start down.

"Well, since you asked soooo nicely..! I want to go in the spaceship."

ii

[tempredmental]

"If I remember correctly, that one tells you how to grow stuff in here and what all those seeds are... stuff like that."

Keith had come inside to warm up a bit, too, and also grab some vegetables for dinner. But, as he stood there looking at Donatello, he frowned a bit, almost in recognition.

"You wouldn't happen to know someone named Raphael, would you?" he asked. "He was here a while ago... probably a couple years now. He was a turtle, too."

[thepurpleone]

"Oh! Well, I suppose that would be useful information on an alien planet," Donatello admitted, pausing only briefly to cast a look towards Keith before he swiveled his attention back to the data point. Abruptly he paused again.

"Wait, you know Raph? Six feet tall, wears red? He was abducted by aliens and didn't tell us about it?!"

[tempredmental]

Keith nodded. Yeah. Being able to use the greenhouse was a pretty important skill to have if one wanted to access what was there for food.

But he was a little taken aback by the sudden enthusiasm about Raphael.

"Uh, yeah. He was here a while ago... like... several years ago, actually. Though, he wasn't that big." Apparently, like Voltron-verse, there were different Turtle-verses. Not that Keith would know how to talk about that. "But, uh... if it's the same Raphael, then it's likely he didn't remember. People have gone home before, but then don't remember being here once they're back."

[thepurpleone]

"I can't recall when Raph was ever not big. Also he would resemble a chelydra serpentina or snapping turtle, whereas I am a trionychidae a.k.a. softshell turtle."

Donatello deflated a bit as he digested that information. "So...we can go home? Why can't we remember things? Alien secrecy? Actually no, that sounds pretty typical- if we actually go off of stereotypical alien encounters and abductions." He made a face at that.

[tempredmental]

"Huh... I haven't really seen snapping turtles before. But I've seen softshells." Keith shrugged a little. "But, no. I mean, he seemed pretty young, too. But he was maybe only five feet tall, had a pretty beat up looking shell..." Keith trailed off for a second. "I wonder..." He frowned. The rest of Donatello's questions would have to wait, because Keith just remembered something... not just from this place, but from home as well.

"Are you aware of the multiple universe theory?"

[thepurpleone]

"It'd be more obvious if you saw him. Kinda spiky shell. Kinda spiky all over, really. He's oldest out of all of us, one year older than me."

The slightly disappointed look shifted then at Keith's question. "Of course I am. You mean to suggest that these aliens have technology that can grab people from alternate realities?"