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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Eddie Munson | Stranger Things

[the_freak]

a. Arrival (non-spoiler version)

Guitar slung over his back, Eddie blinked and looked around at the sudden winter chill. This...wasn't Hawkins- either version of it. "The shit-??" he started, before abrupted becoming transfixed by the datapoint.

After he touched it he stumbled back with wide eyes.

"Shit, shit,shit," he cursed, punching the air momentarily in frustration. Naturally this would be the next step in the mess his life had become in the last week. Why not??

He looked around with an exasperated look for Dustin, and paused as it sunk in that the kid wasn't here. "...Henderson??" he called, mind not ready to accept that he was alone again, "Buddy?? I don't like this. Where are you???"

b. Arrival (spoiler version, may/will deal with content from the end of season 4, highlight to read, CW: blood)

Eddie blinked and the world seemed to turn upside down. He was no longer flat on his back, Dustin was no where to be seen, and the spores of the Upsidedown had been replaced with a light flurry of snow. For half a second Eddie didn't feel that choking pain, and he wondered if he was dead. Transfixed by the datapoint, the pain shot back in sharp focus as he took unsteady steps towards it.

"...What the...shit?" he rasped once it released him, stumbling as his legs refused to support him any longer. He looked down in confusion at his blood staining the snow. Where had the snow come from? He tried to rouse himself, struggling against his body's urge to drift off. This wasn't right. Where was Henderson? He had to get back to the kid.


c. Hirefire Club 2.0 (assume he's been here for a bit)

Eddie smirked from the other side of the booth, looking his potential applicant over like a lord surveying his lands. Amusement tugged at his lips as he lifted his chin, spreading his hands and welcoming- "Sell me on your character, Man. What would you bring to the campaign?"

B | spoilers continue here obvs

[quark_assassin]

When Dustin spots Eddie hunched over by Temba's central data point, it's entirely by chance. He's on one of his usual, forced treks through the snow out of the Diner, because the boy's gotta eat, and it just so happens that the crowds of people he scoots through the back kitchen door to avoid aren't present today. It gives him the chance to check on central areas he would normally skip - see new arrivals before they catch him by surprise, or their name and picture shows up in the 'Dictionary.' Getting ahead of that curve is never a bad idea.

He almost ignores him, even. The guy looks like he's wearing enough clothes to stave off hypothermia, and he's successfully found his way to the data point to receive the traditional Agrii brain-fucked welcome. He does look a little...disoriented, though, in a way that forces Dustin to look him over a second time.

It's around then that he notices the snow near Eddie's feet stained red. His eyes widen. "What the fuck," Dustin breathes; then, without any conscious thought, the slight teenager is running over as fast as his short legs and near debilitating number of sweater layers will take him through the knee-deep snowdrifts, already rummaging through the satchel slung over his shoulder and bouncing against his hip.

"What the fuck?!" he repeats, a little louder and with a significantly agitated edge to his voice, as he rounds in front of Eddie to get a better look at him. "Is that--shit!"

lacking appropriate hurt icons, will remedy

[the_freak]

"Dustin?" Eddie squints at the figure, grimacing in pain and confusing the near past with the present. He drops his head back into the snow, pale and too weak to hold it up anymore, coughing up blood and straining to make sense of his mind's confusion.

Not Dustin. He groans and tries to sit up. "...shit-" Okay, nope. He's not getting any further than that. "You...nnn-- you seen a kid round here?" he pants through gritted teeth.

[quark_assassin]

Yes, Dustin - though obviously the wrong one. Dustin, however, doesn't realize this, and having someone he doesn't recognize instantly drop a name that he's only used for a couple months in his world gives him a completely unexpected shock. Momentarily stunned out of action, he hovers over Eddie's prone form, mouth slightly open as his mind races through different possibilities.

Someone from my future? Someone from my past that knows who I really am? Someone from my world that's been following me? A spy hired by-- In an instant, reason catches up to Dustin's paranoid theory-spinning and cuts him off, accompanied by a flustered shake of his head. --Don't be stupid, all of those are incredibly unlikely. Probably a coincidence. You'll never figure out for sure if he dies.

Point made. Dustin hurriedly resumes digging through his satchel. "Stop moving so much," he hisses, ignoring Eddie's question for the time being in favor of making sure he doesn't bleed out. Seconds later and he's unstoppering a small, rounded glass flask, containing several mouthfuls of bright blue liquid.

"Here--health potion. Drink it." Dustin holds it out in front of Eddie's face. "Tastes like shit, but it should stop the bleeding."

[the_freak]

"Wh-" Eddie might be bleeding out, but it doesn't stop him from twisting a face at that phrase being uttered in real life. A health potion. He wheezes and tears spring to his eyes, dropping all questions in favor of reaching for the flask and opening his mouth, ready to gulp it down. Things really couldn't get worse at this point.

"Ugh, God-" He really wasn't kidding about the taste.

[quark_assassin]

"Like gargling fucking lidocaine, right?" Dustin answers with an arced brow, keeping one hand on the back of the flask to make sure Eddie doesn't drop it on reflex. "Don't throw it up - I only have three of these things left and I don't have the resources to make more of them."

c.

[in_extremis]

Tony had not been in the position to be in a job interview very often in his life, but he was pretty sure this was what it must have felt like to have some kid in a stained shirt asking him if he and his silk suit were qualified to clean tables. For a moment, he barely moved from where he had draped himself into his seat, one arm hooked over the back and knees crossed, steaming mug of coffee on the table before him, except to tip his chin down just enough to peer over the rim of his sunglasses. His eyes were narrowed, just slightly, asking whether Eddie really needed to be told that he was automatic value added to a venture.

"He's a paladin. Aasimar. He's going to save the heavens and earth," he finally offered, and realized that maybe he should have thought about this at least briefly before they got here because the character he had made when he was 11 was going to need some adaptation. "First, he has to avenge his parents." Especially the name, he really needed a new name. "Temper Hammond." That worked.

[the_freak]

There were so few opportunities for someone like Eddie to lord over anyone, but this was his realm. In the world of the freaks he could shine.

Tony's posture didn't intimidate him, but he did appreciate the confidence. Once he spoke, Eddie filed away each tidbit of information for future stories, head canting to the side. "Aasimar. Nice. And what is it that happened to our dear Temper's parents?" he questioned, jotting a few details down on a pad of paper, tongue caught between his teeth as he nodded. He could work with this.

[in_extremis]

Maybe, definitely should have thought about this instead of blurting the first thing that came to mind, because Tony cleared his throat with some discomfort and took that as a good excuse to delay with a sip of his coffee as he glanced toward the doors. It wasn't like Bucky was just going to walk in any second. "Assassinated," he said, fingers still dancing over the mug as he put it down. "By someone he thought was a friend. For their fortune, old money, you know, had plenty of time to make lineages of enemies."

[the_freak]

"Interesting," Eddie jotted that down, glancing briefly back up at Tony and then back to the pad, like he sensed some part of that story didn't come from the far reaches of his imagination. But that...was not a thread he wanted to pull at. "Very interesting. What sort of uh- avenge-er is he? He looking to kill this old friend? Their family? What's his alignment?"

Clearly it seemed Tony had done well with this first part of the interview, Eddie was intrigued enough to be plotting away at how to weave these character threads into a greater arc.

[in_extremis]

This time when Tony restlessly picked up his coffee, it was to cover a brief smile, and he barely completed the move to make it look like he actually intended to take a sip before he was gesturing with the mug instead and replying very seriously, "Avengers don't kill. You're thinking of revenge, sweetheart. You ever try that? Revenge? Was it as satisfying as you were hoping?"

He pursed his lips, already giving a small shake of his head, sure of the only honest answer there. Not that Eddie had much of a chance to suggest otherwise as he continued, "Lawful good," his eyes back on his drink again, even hidden behind his glasses. "Doesn't always make for a peaceful team dynamic, I know, impossible to talk to most of the time, always thinks he's right. That's what all of the Charisma is for."

[the_freak]

He gave a surprised turn of his head at that point, and then a smile spread across his face as he mulled it over, nodding his acceptance of the correction. His expression faultered momentarily when the question was turned back on him, the image of Jason flickering in his minds eyes. He twisted a face and quickly shook his head, distancing himself with a chuckle. "Nah, man. Only in the realm of fantasy. If it helps the story."

Lawful Good. He rolled his eyes with an amused look. That would make for some killer arguments, he was sure. He looked forward to it. "Oh I can tell, you must be maxed out, huh?"

[in_extremis]

That didn't really need an answer, so Tony only smiled back, tongue between his teeth, the impish slant either an unconscious feature or promise that there was plenty to be worried about in the skills that Tony might have levelled. It was gone in time for him to lay out, wandering hand flat on the table, "Honestly, if I told you how long ago I last played this game, we'd both have to deal with how old I am now and that's not something I'm partial to thinking about. We're not in a committed relationship, is what I'm saying, I'm willing to explore new beginnings. Brighter futures."

[the_freak]

Oh that was a feeling Eddie knew well, though not in the same ways as the man across from him.

He leaned his elbows on the table and set his pencil down with a comfortable smile. "If I had to guess, you and me are probably going to be the only veterans going into this. We'll have to start with something to ease the newbies in." So it was good Tony was flexible. "Might lean on you a bit to help support. You good with that, dude?"

[in_extremis]

'Dude' should have been funny enough to needle the kid over, only it slipped by Tony easily as he was suddenly stricken, trying to remember the last time anyone had trusted him or his experience enough to just ask like that. Like it wasn't being tortured out of him. Sure, it was for a game, a distraction for the kids so every day here wasn't awful, but Tony did like a distraction, didn't he? Enough that he didn't even test his boundaries here--not yet, anyway. Maybe when Eddie thought he could start actually giving Tony orders. "Sure," he said, a little numbly, frenetic energy a tight coil for the first time since they had sat, up until his fingers starting dancing on the table and he found his voice again. Then he had to get some space from that awkward pause. "You're lucky if they're even from the same planet here, let alone an Earth that even has dungeons or dragons on it. Actually, I haven't asked about the dungeons, I've been assuming that one was forgone--that's a mistake, don't take any of it for granted, a perfectly normal looking guy here is going to tell you he's never heard of basements. Dragons, though, I know some people don't have those, you're going to have to explain the concept like you've never seen one in your life. Wild, right?"

[the_freak]

Well that's just heartbreaking, damn.

"Jesus Christ man," Eddie shook his head, still blown away that the Upside Down wasn't even the tip of the iceberg in weird shit he knew about anymore. Then he paused and squinted across the table at Tony. "Wait- have like a concept or have like you have dragons...actively?"

[in_extremis]

Now they were eyeing each other, trying to asses where exactly they had diverted, Tony holding out a wan hope that maybe Eddie meant he just didn't have dragons anymore. That would have made for a much more peaceful life. Probably not, though.

"Actively," Tony answered shortly, and barely had to wait for confirmation of yet another Earth with an apparently completely unfamiliar ecosystem. With a hand splayed in frustration, like Eddie was personally responsible for this universal difference, he complained in a hiss, "How do you even play this game if you don't have dragons? There has to be a baseline, a foundation, or we could just be saying gibberish at each other, that's nothing, that's not a game."

[the_freak]

All ready wide eyes widened further, and Eddie blinked. To his credit, he had accepted a LOT of weird shit being true in a very short period of time, so it was difficult to muster up much disbelief anymore. Dragons. Why not??

"Shiiit. Okay. I mean- we have them. Just, you know- as a mythical creature. I think?" Honestly, who the fuck could say any more? There was a whole other world full of monsters. Maybe there were dragons.

"How active are we talking? Are you like battling dragons on your commute?"

[in_extremis]

That was just about how Tony might describe it, only he was pretty sure 'battling' wasn't entirely the correct term for the average civilian. It did still make for a just as challenging trip when they just had to watch Iron Man do the battling while their bus hung off of a bridge that was just destroyed. After a brief hesitation, hand still out and his own eyes wide for having to explain this concept to the guy who wanted to play dragons, he settled on an emphatic, "Kind of!" What Eddie needed to know about Iron Man just yet was negligible, so Tony stuck to the more general, "There aren't that many dragons, specifically, to worry about, but when they do show up they can really ruin a whole quarter. The infrastructure damage is massive with that kind of thing. There's a word for it--gigafauna? I'm not an animal guy."

[the_freak]

"...that is so metal," Eddie breathed, allowing himself to picture the concept in insolation for a moment before thinking of the real word consequences.

"Wait, so like...is everything from D&D...real?"

b

[sunglassesincluded]

He hasn't seen anyone else arrive at the city yet, so the display of a wounded young man he isn't familiar with being drawn to the data point and the clear confusion that follows is an intriguing thing to observe. And cheking his phone while the new arrival takes note of his own physical state, Wesker can confirm that a new name has indeed been added to the list. Interesting.

It won't do to let the man bleed out, though. Or at the very least it wouldn't look good if he were to simply march away and mind his own business. Fortunately it doesn't come difficult to Wesker to call upon his past work experience in public service and with but a few long, purposeful strides the tall man clad entirely in black is by Eddie's side and one strong, gloves hand takes a firm hold on the younger man's upper arm to keep him upright. "Don't fall." Simple instructions. "The hospital is close. Can you walk?"

[the_freak]

Don't fall. Easier said than done. Eddie clings to the stranger and does his best, but even through his confusion he gives a pained groan and shakes his head.

"Nah, man- I-- I just- I need a minute-" he pleads, knees attempting to give out. "I'm not- nnn- I'm not supposed to be here- I gotta-" His weight falls fully to Wesker to support then, and whatever it is Eddie thinks he has to get back to, he's definitely in no shape to, even if it was possible to go back.

[sunglassesincluded]

"Hrm." Wesker doesn't sound impressed by that claim. The state of this man speaks for itself: He's not going anywhere. Literally. Wesker is familiar enough with rescues and getting wounded men to safety that he doesn't have to think twice before simply picking Eddie up bridal style despite Eddie being almost as tall as himself.

Walking straight towards the fortunately close hospital, Wesker informs Eddie. "You're no use to anyone in this state. Focus on staying alive." Facts. Sometimes people need to hear them.

[the_freak]

There's a pained protest, whether a matter of pride or simply because it hurts isn't fully clear, and he groans, eyes squeezed shut tight.

"S- s'harder than it -hhh- sounds, dude," he says, trying for a playful smile as his eyes stream over.

[sunglassesincluded]

Protest is futile in this case anyway. Wesker has set himself a target and no one's pride or pain will stop him from reaching it.

"I agree that it would be easier to simply put you out of your misery." He states, carrying the wounded man through the corridors until they reach an examination room that Wesker already knows is stocked with what will be needed. Eddie is laid down on the examination table and Wesker turns to head to the cabinets to gather what he needs. "Were you attacked?"