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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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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."

"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.

"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?"

"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?"

Keith nodded.

"Different points in time, too," he continued. "Like, there's someone here from home who's essentially from my future. Or I'm from his past. But, either way, we weren't grabbed from the same point in time." Keith's thoughtful look deepened. "So, it's entirely possible that I met a Raphael from another version of your world entirely." He shrugged. "I mean, they reached into completely different worlds from this one in the first place, right? To grab us. And we're from different worlds. Different universes, or realities... whatever you want to call it. And they can do it from different points in time within those. So, who's to say they can't grab a different version of someone from another reality that's similar, but not the same?"

"That...sounds incredible. And incredibly frustrating." He was a bit torn on that. From a scientific standpoint the feat was amazing and he'd love to learn more about it.

"Is everyone that's been brought here pretty much random, then? The Agrii are just using this super advanced technology like a fishing pole through time and space?"

"It seems like it," Keith said. "But I don't know if it's necessarily the Agrii or someone else who wants to help the Agrii. Hard to tell. The Agrii are... nice? But they seem a little... haphazard about things. And not great at technology." He frowned. "Well, not exactly. Like, they have some pretty great stuff. But, there also is this... disconnect? Between what's great and what's... weird. Though, that might just be because it's alien to us. It could be normal for them, and we'd never know."

"...." Donatello squinted as he tried to mentally iron out Keith's explanation.

"So...basically we have no solid information to go by. That is so not reassuring."

"Tell me about it." Keith's tone was definitely not amused at the situation, at... all... He sighed.

"We've been trying. Like, we've gathered what information we've been able to so far. But..." Thoughtful frown. "But nothing has pointed towards a concrete answer just yet. Not that I've been able to tell, anyway."

"Soooo not reassuring," the turtle teen reiterated, trying to mask his growing concerns with annoyance.

"How much of anything that we have been told is true, then? And..." He wasn't sure he wanted to know but need for data demanded it. "-how long have you been here?" At least several years, if what Keith had mentioned about seeing Raphael was true. That part hadn't quite sunk in then, but now that he thought about it, he wasn't quite sure what to feel.

Keith shrugged. "Sorry, dude." He hadn't been trying to be reassuring, though, so he didn't feel bad about it.

"As far as I can tell, what we've been told is pretty accurate," he said. "I've been here for maybe 3 and a half years? Though, I've been pulled from my own reality for longer. I was in a different place before this."

That's definitely not what he wanted to hear, even if it's merely a confirmation at this point. And this guy's been elsewhere before even all this? "...by yourself?"

He's not sure what Keith's circumstances are. Maybe the guy's used to operating on his own. Donnie may hermit himself away in his workshop at times but he's never really been 'alone' much less apart from his family, his brothers especially. Not for that long. It's hard to even imagine how that would be but he starts feeling a little queasy about it as he tightens his arms around himself.

Keith shook his head.

"I've been lucky so far to always have had at least one person from home also pulled through with me," he said. "I mean, not that I'd wish being displaced like that on anyone I care about, but it's nice to not be alone sometimes."

Keith had his moments, sure. He was generally a lone wolf and didn't mind working on his own. But he'd grown into having a team and people around him he considered family. Being away from them was harder now than not. So, while he could do it and deal with it if he had to, it didn't mean he liked it.

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"Well yeah, I guess when you think about it that way..." Donatello supposed he it'd be awful if his brothers were stuck in this predicament by themselves. But he still couldn't help but be a bit selfish in wishing they all were with him.

"Yeah. It's a tough spot to be in, I guess." Keith shrugged slightly.

"So, if you're not Raphael, then...?" Which turtle were you? "I'm Keith." Of yet another rebuilt 80s fandom...

He grabbed onto that subject change like a fish taking a baited hook. "Scoff! Of course I'm not Raph- he's the red guy, I'm clearly purple." He gestures at his appropriately color-coordinated motif, which currently only consisted of his bandanna, belt and arm and leg gear but it was still enough even without his battle shell.

"I am Donatello."

Keith made a face.

"There's nothing wrong with red," he mumbled.

"Besides, he never told me you guys were color-coded." He gave a slight huff and then settled again.

"But okay. Donatello."

"Eh, it's kind of a given with us, I could forgive him for it slipping his mind," Donnie shrugs. "Dad's the one that calls us by colors but I guess it's easier to say and remember than our full names half the time. But for future reference in the case that any of my other brothers show up, blue would be Leonardo and orange would be Michaelangelo."

Keith nodded a bit.

"It's kind of interesting... that the colors and names stayed the same between realities."

He kind of wondered if, had Voltron existed in the other reality that they'd found Sven in, would their Lion colors had been the same there as they were in his own.

"That...is actually a good point," Donatello considers, stroking his chin. "It could suggest that our existence is key in at least a couple of realities if that's the case...but of course that's only two instances to theorize off of, which is practically nothing in the face of unknown numbers of alternate realities."

"Yeah... it certainly seems that way, at least." Keith frowned a little and then shrugged. "Though, I met an alternate version of one of my friends once... before even ending up in the Drift Fleet. He was really different." He looked perplexed. "But yeah.

"So, um... was there anything else you might want to know?"

"Drift Fleet?" That's a term he hasn't heard yet. Donatello tilts his head at him. "So I take it you're implying that you have come upon an instance of alternate realities even before coming here. That is fascinating."

He strokes his chin as he considers the question. "Well there's a lot but it might just have more depressing answers. Maybe I'll just soak in what this glowy orb does for now- is this method of data sharing typical? What else can you tell me about them?"

Keith nodded. "Yeah. A couple of times." Drift Fleet included. And there was also that issue of mismatched timelines with people from your same reality, or, at least, what might seem to be the same reality. It was hard to tell exactly if they were from a different point in time. But he had a feeling that was just going to make explanations even worse right now. He could divulge that information later.

"The Data Points? Yeah." He nodded again. "It's how we learn about everything here. The only one that gives you permanent data is the one by the fountain. That'll give you a basic history of the place, and tell you that you were brought here to help restore this place. As for the others, they're usually loaded up with information about things that they've been placed near. Like the one in the greenhouse gives you information on how to use it, how to work with the plants in there, what the plants are... stuff like that.

"Unfortunately, the main one by the fountain is the only one you don't forget if you touch another Data Point," he continued. "Like, I used the medical one in the hospital shortly after I got here because we were going through supplies and stuff, and I needed that knowledge to make sense of what was in there. But, when someone figured out how to open the hangars with the spaceships in them, I used the Data Point in there to learn what I could about the ships and piloting them, only to lose all the knowledge I'd learned about the medical stuff." He frowned. "It's frustrating, honestly. We can change any time we want, as long as we have access to the Data Points, but there's been a few times we went off planet, and changing what knowledge we had might have come in handy."

Donatello wiggles his fingers above the data point like some kind of fortune teller, pausing again as Keith indulges him in information. "Wait, wait, wait- you don't retain what you download??? Agh, what is this? Some kind of...failsafe so we don't fry our brain or something, does it just rewrite the information installed from a previous data point? Oh come on!" The latter he directs at the data point itself as though it's committed some kind of grievous crime against him. It's punctuated with a glare before he sighs.

"Should've known it was too good to be true. Way too easy, the only feasible way you can retain proper knowledge is by learning and understanding it yourself. Do we know for sure that's all it makes disappear? My brain's kind of important, I need everything in tact." He slides a longing look at the data point.

"So promising, and yet an early betrayal. Alas, now I'm not sure if I should commit to gaining the forbidden knowledge of alien agriculture or if I should wait and see if anything else catches my attention," he sighs, brushing the back of his hand against the sphere as though he were parting with a dear one.

It hits him a nanosecond later as to what he's just done- along with all the info contained in the data point, making him jerk back physically.

"I haven't noticed any side effects, yet, but I only changed once." Keith shrugged. "I don't know if anyone else has changed multiple times..."

He watched Donnie try to decide if he wanted to touch this one now or wait until he comes across something else, and then...

He stared for a second to see what the turtle's reaction was going to be to suddenly being imbued with alien agriculture knowledge like that. Because, yep. He certainly had that now.

"You okay there?"

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