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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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[personal profile] quintet 2023-01-28 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
She glances up at him, meets that glowing gaze with her own green regard. Then she blinks, and very nearly says, What the hell kind of question is that? Quintet's been encountering a lot of culture shock in the last few days, to say the least.

"Uh, well..." For all his size, it's a lot like talking to a kitten. Start from the basics, "...In Nature, people eat each other. They kill one another, predate on one another. Some people choose to live that way, because it's the base nature of the animal to do so; call those people Wild. They live as Nature's Law, but—"

She hesitates, then, and then sits, putting both forepaws onto Felwinter's helmet as if to lend her arguments a physical, rather than merely metaphorical, emphasis, "They're still people, just like you and I. The only difference is that they live outside of Society."

An embarrassment of sincerity; she has to look away for a moment, and compose herself. Quintet resists the urge to groom for comfort. Talk about kittens! how unprofessional. But the rest is easy; textbook definition. She'd always been an exemplary student.

"Society is what is formed when people come together, to rise above life and death, to work beyond the strictures of Nature in the service of our own betterment, and the betterment of one another. That is our Art; to overcome the base animal, and become ourselves most fully."
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[personal profile] tyrants_son 2023-01-28 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
The warlord straightens a little as she speaks. If Quintet feels like she is giving a lecture, she at least can be sure that she has his full attention. Something to those embers seems to brighten, stoked fires set to blaze as his interest piques.

"Society is in shambles in the world I know and come from," he says. "The strong prey upon or trample down the weak, and the weak struggle to keep this idea of a society, a pale echo of what it may have been, centuries past."

The chair creaks slightly under him as he shifts, sitting back as he turns his gaze towards the fireplace at the opposite end of the room.
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[personal profile] quintet 2023-01-28 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
It's not the answer she's quite expecting. Most people here had been unwilling or uninterested in speaking on philosophical terms. It was fair enough; there was enough practical work to do in a day to fill all the time you had and more. But Quintet hadn't been able to see it that way for a long while yet.

You couldn't escape the philosophy just by not thinking about it. It was as real as Art, and that was more real than flesh, some days. She turns her head to look at the little door she'd come in by; a shadow moves past it, wan and narrow. A snuffling. And then gone. She sighs.

"My professors would probably say that that's the fate of any society that fails to keep moving," She looks away from the door, finally, and stands to stretch and shake off the memory. Her professors had been little more than hypocrits in the end; champions of murder and suffering that preached society's advancement from a platform of human sacrifice. She drops to the floor with a thump and regards all of Felwinter's massive hulk from that low vantage. Does she looks small to him? Or weak? Does that mean that she is so? "Being able to kill people more effectively isn't strength, not even in nature. By nature's law, it isn't only the weak that die; it's everyone that dies. The Laws of Society exist to constrain nature, because otherwise real strength cannot exist at all. It sounds as if your people are forgetting that; I know what that looks like. It's why I wanted to study Law in the first place, and why I joined the Rationale."
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[personal profile] tyrants_son 2023-01-28 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
"...." These are things he cannot nor does not wish to argue. It is true enough. Anyone can die, even those who supposedly cannot. He has already proven this. But that is neither here nor now.

"...my people..." He says this pensively, looking past the fireplace, at a location far from where they converse that only he can see. Those at the foot of the mountain keep he'd claimed saw him as responsible for them now. It was not what he'd wanted. All he had wanted was peace, a place he could dwell and not have to worry about waiting for the next time the sky fell upon him. But then he'd found out he wasn't the only one who feared such things.

"I have not been able to assist the people. I have only begun to understand their struggles." Slowly he turns his head, bringing his thoughts back to the present, his attention back to the cat on the floor. "And now I am here, where I cannot help them. But instead we are expected to help another people regain their society, while simultaneously building our own."