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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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"I can neither confirm nor deny that. For all I know, they've borrowed off the name or are some extension." Donatello sounds a little reluctant to admit it, he'd rather have an answer to offer than saying he didn't know.

"I've never been outside of New York either so I'm not sure if it's just a local thing or how widespread, really." Going to Jersey clearly doesn't count.

Dustin grunts his acceptance of this explanation; it's as good as anything he could've come up with, all things considered.

"Could've been present in my universe's version of New York, too," he shrugs, casually glossing over the 'separate universes' topic. It's become such a staple of living here that he barely even notices how weird it is anymore. "I've never been."

"Your universe's version?" Surely one cannot expect him to overlook that. Donatello tries to pick the pace to close the distance between them a bit. "You saying as much suggests that this- that alternate versions- exist. Do you have proof?"

His tone implies he is truly curious and eager to hear what Dustin might have to say on that, not accusatory.

"Never been...to New York? It's about as loud and busy as it's commonly portrayed to be, so depending on how you feel on that, you're not missing out too much on things. But it's home."

There it is. Dustin looks momentarily surprised - not at the question itself, but at the fact that he recognizes Donatello's response. He's basically having his first conversation with Tommy in reverse.

"Regrettably little," Dustin admits, not bothering to slow down even after he notices that the turtle is trying to walk alongside him. "Hearsay from people that have been here longer than me and personal comparisons, mostly. People show up from the same planets but with entirely different timelines. For example--"

The boy twists to face Donatello and starts getting his hands involved, making sharp, pointed gestures with gloved fingers.

"--We're both from a version of Earth where New York exists. Since I can't prove or disprove if there's a secret yōkai population underneath New York City where I'm from, nor that you and your family of mutants live there, the easiest way to confirm if we're roughly from the same universe would be to compare Earth histories, yeah?" He pauses for a moment. "What year is it?"

Donatello nods. People just stating such things didn't make them fact. Divergences of planetary origins was easier to track. Timelines... He hadn't even considered that, an added layer of possibility that had him raise his brows.

"Yeah," he agrees as Dustin starts to spin his thoughts. "It's twenty-nineteen, last I left," he replies then.

"Two thousand seven for me," Dustin answers back with a curt nod. "So, it's still possible that you and I could be from the same version of Earth, just yanked from different points in the timeline. We'd have to compare important historical events - things that we both agree should have happened in our world's recent past - to at least estimate a convergence."

He ponders for a moment. This is an exercise he's done a few times, although never quite so formally as he is now, and there's always a certain aspect of his version of Earth that no one else seems to agree exists. Might as well start with the big one, then.

"What do you know about the founding of the Global Trade Protectorate?"

"So I'd be about...two in your timeframe," Donnie calculates, frowning thoughtfully. Not that he disagrees with Dustin's wonderfully methodical reasoning in how to get to the bottom of things. He's glad to have someone else processing at the same pace for a change.

...which is why when Dustin finally settles on something to use for a reference point, he doesn't scoff at it. The turtle's brow furrows as he tries to think of anything that would ping him in regards to the name, slowly starting to shake his head.

"Not a phrase I am familiar with," he admits. And unlike his brothers he keeps up to date with more than just comic books.

Dustin does some similar mental calculations of his own. Fourteen years old. He arcs an eyebrow. ...Really fucking built for a fourteen-year-old. Comparative physiology might not be suitable here.

But that isn't important right now. "Then I would say that our universes are divergent," Dustin concludes with an affirmative point in Donatello's direction. "The name is accurate - they're global. Been sticking their fingers in everybody's pies since the 1940's. If your secret underground city of yōkai exists in my world, I wouldn't be surprised if they had dealings with the GTP."

"Hmm. I take it they're not exactly secretive either, if by your implications it's almost a household name. From what I can tell, the yōkai prefer to keep to themselves for the most part and prefer to keep their business apart from human business." Well, except for the one that was convinced humanity was going to be the downfall of yōkai-kind.

"It's only one datapoint to reference off of but if it's that major a thing from when you are, there'd be no reason I wouldn't have at least heard of or read about it at some point when I'm from. Perhaps my own offered references may not be as widespread so much as particular of American pop culture, not to mention specific to tastes, but I don't suppose you are familiar with the Jupiter Jim film franchise or the martial arts action star icon Lou Jitsu?"

Dustin frowns ahead of him, his eyes twitching oddly as he checks his memory. It only takes a couple of seconds.

"...Nothing." He shakes his head. "Unless Lou Jitsu became famous outside the 1928 to 2007 range, anyway."

Donatello tilts his head at him, nodding thoughtfully then. "That would be a negative on both counts. And dad isn't that old. So yes, it is probably safe to confirm your earlier conclusion," he says with the air of a professor acknowledging a student. It all vanishes into pure glee as he mashes his hands against his face.

"Ohmigosh alternate universes, this is amazing! I mean, so is being on an alien planet but I'm still sore on key points in regards to that."

Dustin sighs, quiet but deep and gently exasperated. He wants to be just as excited as Donatello is - and there was a point, not terribly long ago, where he definitely was - but he has a hard time mustering enthusiasm about anything related to being trapped here, nowadays.

"I guess," he murmurs with a clipped voice, staring straight ahead at the Agriculture Center dominating their field of view. "Different universes, same people, same bullshit. The shine wears off pretty quickly."

The clear lack of enthusiasm is difficult not to notice, the turtle dropping his own excitement with an almost disappointed look at Dustin. He quickly schools it into a more appropriately neutral look as he also turns his attention forward.

"So...how long have you been here?" he asks hesitantly.

Dustin, oblivious from being stuck in his own head, answers earnestly. "Five-thousand seven hundred and eighty-five hours, fifteen minutes," he says after a short pause, blithely. "I'd give it in days, but that would be unrealistic - day lengths vary between planets."

Donatello stares a second before wincing. "No, no, that's fair and completely understandable, yet no more reassuring then what I was anticipating, even converted into a standard system of recognizable measurement."

Nearly a year is already too long, but then any amount of time between that and a day to be apart from his family has just been oddly inconceivable. The things you take for granted...

Dustin briefly glances over at Donatello with a raised-eyebrow stare of genuine surprise. The turtle just cranked out that mental math without argument, didn't he? People generally don't know what to do with him when he rattles off numbers like that; having someone that can keep up (and that isn't a Suspicious Adult) is actually kind of refreshing.

Not that this does a lot to boost Dustin's spirits. "Adjust your expectations," he says, gaze flattening. "The Agrii want us here for as long as possible. The intent is that we'll be let go as soon as we fix whatever is causing the storms, but they'll probably just keep us after that anyway for some other bullshit reason."

Numbers do little for his growing separation anxiety, unfortunately. Donatello looks down as Dustin doesn't really have any lifelines to offer.

Fixing storms sounds, well, ridiculous. Kidnapping people to do so is simply ludicrous. The turtle is silent as he thinks, turning his focus to the problems that have been given to them. Problems need solutions. That's more of a familiar route that he can settle into, something to divert his concerns about not being able to see his family.

"So...is there anything stopping us from working out how to send ourselves back home?"

That actually gets Dustin to chuff a laugh, though it's definitely not coming from a place of genuine amusement.

"Ambitious," he mutters. "I would put our odds at actually cracking the secrets to interuniversal travel at slightly below those of figuring out how to revert a planet-wide ecological disaster. Actually implementing a fix is more reasonable for the latter. The Agrii definitely have the resources available--"

Dustin waves his hand at the sky in a vague gesture at the Agrii ship that he knows is up there.

"--But they would likely only be convinced to provide them if they adhere to their personal goals. They wouldn't lift a finger for anything else."

Donatello snorts lightly. "Well even I'll admit that it's probably not going to be simple but it's already proven to have been done. Replicating it is the problem, especially if it involves sensitive materials or circumstances."

He cranes a look skyward despite knowing there's likely nothing he can glimpse. "Well...wouldn't it? I mean, if the information from that data point is valid, then helping us procure the means to solve their storm problem seems the most sensible thing when it comes to achieving their personal goals. What do we know about the storms anyway? I can only assume that they aren't your run-of-the-mill wild weather kind of storms."

"Sure," Dustin shrugs. "Once we give them a detailed rundown of the equipment that we need and are confident that it'll work, because they sure as fuck don't understand the scope of the technology that they have available and what it does."

He sighs, coming to a stop in front of the Agriculture center. The doors are, like all the other ones, absolutely massive, which is always a bit of a pain in the ass. Dustin squares himself off and gives this one a hefty shove to try and (slowly) push it open.

"Regular weather would be...easy..." he grunts. "Unpredictable, supernatural phenomena that affect different people in different ways. Apparitions of people you know, or things from stories. The moon screams."

That they don't open automatically is a bit of a disappointment, but Donatello supposes it's something to expect if the city's been abandoned for so long. He retracts his tech-bo and tucks it into a coat pocket before moving to help Dustin with getting the doors open.

Mention of supernatural phenomena prompts the turtle to make a face, suggestion of ghosts- and of people he knows, well that's a bit concerning. Stories? He has so many questions but they all come to a near audible record screech at the last one.

"Hold on rewind. The moon what now."

That's a familiar reaction.

"You heard me," Dustin says, but he waits to elaborate until he and Donatello have the door open enough to slip inside. The turtle likely already noticed that the walls of this huge building are made of glass, but given the difference in temperature frosting the panels, he probably hasn't had a chance to see what's inside. A gust of warm air pushes back on the door, along with the smell of loamy dirt and sporadically-blooming flowers, old fruit and grass. Dustin himself hasn't had a chance to explore in here very much, but he has to admit that the passive warmth and calm, earthy atmosphere is much better than where they just came from.

After a moment of brushing the snow off of his outer sweater and ripping off his beanie to shake out his hair, Dustin continues. "It has a face, and it screams. I'm not sure how to explain it more concisely than that. Only appears during the storms, though - investigating why. Trying to make a better way to observe it both during and outside of those events."

The difference is an immediate one, and Donatello is all too happy to let those doors close behind them as he takes a deep breath of agricultural air. Hopefully Dustin won't be in too much of a hurry to get his coat back as the turtle adjusts to the temperature, rubbing his hands together while he waits for his feet to thaw out.

"A moon with a face that screams." He makes his own face at just repeating such a phrase. "Not that I am doubting you but I do have questions as to whoever thought it was a great idea to inflict such a ridiculous thing on people." Dustin does not seem like the sort to make up such things, which only makes the fact worse, really.

"So it's not the same moon that's out here, however night works- is there more than one moon to this planet? Kind of weird for a heavenly body to be dependent upon a weather-adjacent event in order to show, but then if it's got a face and screams then I highly doubt we are dealing with any natural phenomenon. Observation does seem the best course of action. How equipped are we for that kind of study?"

"I think we all do," Dustin mutters, aggressively rubbing some of the surrounding warmth into his arms. A longing glance is cast at his coat, but...well, the turtle definitely still needs it more than him, since if he took it back now then he'd just be stranded here until someone came back with more clothes.

I guess I can fix that. Dustin frowns and rips his gaze away towards one of the far walls. Not like I could be working on anything else more productive than fetching clothes for new people. Annoying. This is what I get for being helpful.

At least his pouting doesn't keep him from continuing to answer questions. "Not very," Dustin replies in a huff. "Working on it. Progress is...slow. Fucking snow bullshit."

The turtle catches that look out of the corner of his eye, maybe feeling a little guilty about hogging the coat. He gives himself one last huddle before slipping it off. Compared to outside it is much more comfortable in here. Maybe he'll just...live in here until winter stops being freezing.

"Here, 's not my color anyway," he mumbles along with an almost incoherent thanks as he holds the coat in Dustin's direction.

He'll start to look around at the nearby plants once the coat's been taken off his hands. "Component gathering?" Not that he's going to refute that weather can be a very annoying factor in slowing down production of things, although he's used to not having to worry too much about that given the sheer amount of space and resources he usually had to work with.

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