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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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✧ Map ✧ Devices & Network ✧ Data Points ✧ Ships ✧ Flora ✧ Fauna ✧ Supply Requests ✧ Calendar ✧
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"Sorry 'bout the draft," comes an almost tinny voice as heavy booted footsteps sound from the doorway. Cayde strides through with a slab of wood under his arm, or maybe that used to be a door somewhere. He sets it aside of the doorway and slips into the backroom, his raggedy cloak whipping behind him.

There's the sound of rustling and clinking as he presumably goes through things, his words muffled by the noise as he coos at...someone. "Hey there girl, how you doing in here? Things warm enough? Oh, shh, shh- sorry, didn't mean to disturb your beauty sleep- ahah!"

He comes back out with some kind of hammer-looking implement and a can, stopping just past the bar once his optics settle upon the darkly clad form occupying a table.

"...oh! You're definitely new. Um. Welcome to the Deep End!"

Wesker has made some progress in discovering the functions of his new phone by the time of the new arrival. He lowers the device and observes the stranger's path quietly and listening to the one-sided conversation taking place in the other room. He doesn't remember anyone else being here when he arrived. Has he missed someone sleeping?

That thought is pushed aside when the stranger reemerges and Wesker finally catches a proper look at them. Not human. Interesting.

He gives a brief nod along with a short, yet not unfriendly one-handed gesture. "Just arrived." That much won't hurt to share. "You're the one running this place?"

"Well, more or less." Cayde steps over to the bar, giving the 'help youself' sign that's become more of a permanent fixture these days a light flick with a finger. "Given the scant population it doesn't make much sense to sit in here all day. I don't mind if people help themselves so long as they don't make a mess," he grins, amber lighting his throat with each word.

"Name's Cayde."

"Albert Wesker." He answers and the phone gets put on the table in front of him, yet his hand pointedly stays on it, allowing Wesker to tap a finger lightly onto it to draw attention to the device. "The list of names I found on this, that's the scant population you're referring to. Not a large number for a city this size."

His hand moves away from his phone and Wesker tips his head towards the other room. "Who else is here? I did not wake them up, did I?"

The Exo sets the hammer and can of nails on the edge of the counter, leaning casually against the fixture. His horn dips with the nod he gives at Wesker's observation.

"Yep. Sometimes it's more, sometimes less. Number changes now and then."

His optics brighten at the question, grinning a little at that. "Ah, that's just Colonel, my chicken. It's warmer in the storeroom so she likes roosting in there."

A chicken... "I see." A robot keeping a pet chicken. He will accept that for the time being.

"May I ask what you are? Clearly you aren't human. You also make it sound as if you have been here a while."

"Me? I'm an Exo. Robot, basically. And I've been here about...well, more than two years at the very least. Days're longer here so I'm sure things get shortchanged, so 'a while' about covers it."

He grins lopsidedly somehow.

Exo. Not a term Wesker can claim to be familiar with. But in his defense, he spent the last couple of years focusing on keeping track of the developments in bioengineering and which companies pursue what research in furthering bioweapon manufacturing. That other companies may rather turn towards the development of artificial intelligences for the same purpose is... Not unthinkable. Countering viruses and parasites with robots. A clever move, Wesker will admit as much. Though right now he has to wonder if this is what's happening here. Is this the move of a rival company specializing in robots attempting to run a test of their product against him? But how would they have known?

The man has fallen silent during his ruminations, his attention seemingly more back on the phone in front of him. The tone of his next question is pensive. "Is everyone here an Exo?" A city filled with robots programmed to kill him. That's not what he had scheduled for this day.

Cayde has no idea what's going through the man's head, and the shades make it difficult to get a proper read. But he remains where he is, wondering if their conversation's done. He turns as he hears a faint clucking, finding the brown-red hen stepping out from the back.

"Oh nah. There's only two of us around," he says, glancing back at Wesker when the guy speaks up again. Not done yet, then. Cayde stoops down to pick up Colonel, stroking her feathers.

"Were you programmed to tell me this?" Robots. Robots can be programmed. They can be programmed to have certain knowledge, perform certain tasks, give certain answers - And they can be controlled. No doubt there would be a pre programmed answer to this question as well, though Wesker is now also closely monitoring this Exo's physical reaction. At this point, however, there is clear suspicion in his own voice.

"Uh, 'scuse me?" The Hunter looks genuinely baffled at that, optics widening before he scowls. "I wasn't programmed to do anything. I'm just answering your questions. Of course it gets kind of tiring having to do the whole welcome spiel but no one seems to want to make a pamphlet or something to save everyone the trouble." He tilts his head, considering. "Although I guess the lack of a print-press or something does make that difficult. Oh, we could do it digital but I kinda like the idea of something printed. Call me an old-school kinda guy."

He sets Colonel on the counter as he steps around it, reaching down for an empty glass before he turns to peruse the bottles lining the shelves. "You need a refill yet or you good?" he asks as he pours himself a drink.

"Don't worry, already got the information package." Wesker replies and leans back in his chair, picking up his yet untouched glass in response before setting it back down but leaving his hand resting on it. "But that doesn't mean I need to believe it. Nothing of it could be proven and I have more reason to doubt every single detail in it than not. For all I know I could be in the depths of the Russian wastelands with a missile heading straight for this location and that would be more believable to me than sitting on an alien planet and talking to a robot that keeps a pet chicken."

"Info- oh! You mean the data point thingy." The Exo hunches up his shoulders in something of a shudder. Nope, still not touching those things. Setting the bottle back, he steps back around the counter to drop onto one of the stools, leaning his back against the bar once he's got his glass in hand.

"Good way to view things, you should always question everything you're told," he says, nodding sagely before he tips back his glass.

"But I know this isn't Old Russia or I'd be right at home with it. Missiles would definitely make things more interesting though."

That shudder is an odd thing to watch, but not something for Wesker to comment about. Though he would have expected that instant information upload is just common practice for a robot. Then again, programming.

"If you can point me to a part of Russia that isn't old, I'd consider being impressed." He says instead and tips his head back inquisitively. "So you are Russian." Or Russian property, at least. "If it's not missiles, then what? I have been patient but I don't have all day."

Not this robot. The whole direct download to his head was not an idea that sat well with him despite his technical situation.

"-Hah! Good point," Cayde laughs then before pausing mid-drink. "Wait, no. Not Russian. Actually I can't remember where I'm from, but it's been over a few centuries so give a guy a break." He looks at Mister Shades from over his glass before resuming his drink.

"Hard to explain," he says after knocking the rest of the contents back with a satisfied sigh- clearly mimicked since he has no lungs. His humanlike behavioral ticks are certainly fluid for a robot. "Lotta weird stuff happens and a lot of us still haven't worked out how. But given you're dubious about everything I don't know that anything else I say will be any more believable."

"I can't afford to be anything but." Wesker admits matter-of-factly and finally picks up his own glass properly this time to empty it in a single go. He sets it back down onto the table, picks up his phone instead and stands. He needs to find someone else. Someone preferably human that can be threatened if need be. Trying to threaten a robot is beyond pointless. A waste of time when wasing time is another thing he can't afford.

And so he makes to leave the bar to return out into the snow with one final nod towards the chicken-keeping robot.

Cayde continues to watch him curiously, lifting a hand to give the guy a brief salute once it becomes clear he's taking his leave. Colonel clucks as she comes up by his elbow, her little chicken gaze on the doorway where the man had departed.

"Yeah, I'm with you Colonel," he says as he gently picks up the chicken. "Not sure what to make of that one."

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