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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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She will be nervous, which she already is. This is concerning.

"This is unsafe. You should consider something else."

His finger bounces in the air between buttons as he seems to have resorted to the most scientific method of 'eenie-meenie-miney-mo.'

"I think I've got it. I've narrowed it down to this set of controls," Donatello says, breezing over Lauri-Ell's concerns. "Unless for whatever reason it was built with left-handed people in mind. But then the left side doesn't look all that much different from the right side so I'm going with this one."

He reaches over to push a button.

Well, Lauri-Ell will be amused over the screen that protects the forward view port closing. Yes, that was clearly what he intended to have happen.

"....."

Donatello, unlike Lauri-Ell, is not amused at all as he squints at the sudden lack of a front view. Annoyed, he taps the button again, hoping it will release the screen.

"Okay, that wasn't it. Clearly whoever designed this was not very practical-minded." And clearly that just means he must try another button. This one looks good.

The screen reopens with the repeated press. And the next button seems to start up the seat warmer, not that Lauri-Ell knows it.

"I don't think that one did anything."

"What is the point of having a button that does nothing?!" Donnie points at said button accusingly. How dare you, button. How. Dare. You.

But he's not about to let a spaceship get the best of him, oh-ho no! There's more buttons where that came from! It's perhaps a good thing that his little brother isn't here to help him.

"One of these has to do something useful!" he grumbles as he starts jabbing at more of them.

Oh there are a slew of actions then. Lights flickering off, a PA system coming on and broadcasting the noise of the button pushes, and at last a sort of humming that should be the engine starting. And then going off.

Mentally he's trying to keep track, dismissing whatever seems irrelevant, his expression growing more and more frustrated with each button press.

"-wait, waitwait!" Donnie backtracks, his finger freezing from its previously ceaseless tapping as his eyes focus back on the other button. "This one? It was this one, right? What happened, did it not turn over?"

Hope stoked anew, he depresses the button again.

"I told you, it will not function."

He is very stubborn, that much is clear. Lauri-Ell sighs as he punches the button again, and yes, the engines seem to start up again, before shutting back off. Clearly he is not valid to start these processes. Or she thought so.

"That makes no sense! Don't tell me- are these things 'coded' to specific users too, is that it??" Donnie complains, bringing up his fingers for air-quotes. Abruptly he sags in the chair, sliding down like a deflating balloon.

"All I ever wanted since I was a tiny turtle tot was to fly a spaceship," he laments. "And now I'm actually sitting in one and it refuses to work because of some illogical programming!"

"Yes. Pilots. People with the piloting datapoint," she said. Hadn't she already explained that? He definitely hadn't listened to her when she said it, but she wasn't entirely shocked. Some men were like that.

"Get the datapoint and you'll get to fly one."

"See?! Illogical!" he huffs, tossing his arms up before he folds them across his chest, still slumped in his seat. "Who do these aliens think they are!"

"They believe they are the Agrii, who have brought us here to save them," she points out. And what more is needed that that? They know they need help, and if they let He Rows go without their permission, who will save them?

Donatello pauses as Lauri-Ell replies. ".... Okay, first, that was a rhetorical question. Second- I'm pretty sure it's 'heroes', and third? I just want to try flying a spaceship!"

"Perhaps there are heroes, but in this world, the Agrii choose He Rows. This seems an important distinction for me, to distinguish us as a whole, including them that are not heroes in their own world."

And she thought that was fair.

"Come, we will find the datapoint for you."

Did she seriously believe that? He eyes her but the woman's been pretty serious this entire time. Oh boy. "Or they just don't have access to autocorrect apps," Donnie says dryly.

His mood shifts instantaneously at her offer then and he practically springs from the seat. "Yessssssa!"

There are issues with their language, yes, but Lauri-Ell has known heroes. And she knows some of the people here. The Venn Diagram of the groups are not a circle, that's for sure.

"Come then. These are often near what is relevant, so I do not doubt it will be somewhere within the hangar."

"So there's more?" he asks as he follows after Lauri-Ell. Bountiful information injected into your brain at a touch, how efficient! Donatello wonders just how much he can learn around here from such methods. It sounds amazing.

"There are six I believe," she says as they walk. "Including agriculture and medicine and communications."

There are others as well, but there was only so much she was familiar with.

"Fundamental information for an abandoned society where it seems we've been expected to pick up the pieces," Donatello nods. "Especially since it looks like there's no actual representatives of this society to provide us with direct input."

That does make him frown though. "It does seem a little careless to just deposit unsuspecting people here with such expectations, especially under the premise of a dangerous threat to their world. How can they guarantee that we won't fair the same way as they did?"

"Oh, you can message them," she says, pulling out her communication device and pointing to one of the buttons. "This one. It can get you in touch with them."

See, there are representatives of the society to talk to.

"They cannot. They seem... child like. And hopeful."

Donnie blinks. "Huh. Well I guess it's a relief to know they even still exist. The history lesson I got from that data point didn't really provide much reference for dates."

That the Agrii don't seem to have thought much into their kidnappings is a little concerning though. "Greaaaat. So we're dealing with naive aliens who happen to have some super fancy tech at their disposal. Oh yeah, that makes me feel loads better about this."

“No, it has not. We are quite curious on the time periods. We expect they were rather long.”

Yes, that sounds like a good analysis of their situation.

“And we are trying to save them from storms that kill them. I hear we have proof of this.”

"Has no one asked them? If we can message them then I don't see why they can't answer a simple question like how long it's been."

The turtle doesn't seem very reassured by this responsibility they've been given. "You hear? And who's to say the storms won't be lethal to us?" He does not like this chain of events and their poorly reasoned strategy. There's not enough solid info for him. "And here I thought Raph was bad at plans!"

That's an interesting question.

"I do not know. I do not feel many people reach out to them. Then again, they may not know."

Which she knows is not reassuring either.

"I have lived through multiple storms, and I was not here when people were on the Agrii ship."

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