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!

Thread ideas:

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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Comments

[quark_assassin]

Dustin knows that the pain wasn't real, and part of him suspects that Quintet is bluffing about doing any actual damage (or if she is, the 'actual damage' would be just about as bad as a normal cat could inflict - painful, might get infected, but ultimately not fatal), but he also isn't entirely sure that simply being aware of her tricks would make him immune to them and he's not super eager to tempt a live test to find out. The boy scuttles to his feet, back pressed against the large motor he was working on and looking a bit more pale than usual.

"--Chill, alright? Fuck." Dustin holds one hand out in a feebly placating gesture while the other sweeps into his shaggy hair, eyes flickering as he mentally goes over their conversation so far. The cat racism, yes, he can see that and her anger is warranted there, point taken and internalized.

On the other hand... "Cannibalism?" He squints at her, incredulous. "You mean...the mouse thing?"

[quintet]

"Rodents are people, you ass," Next he'll be claiming she isn't a person, because of their differences. This kind of bigotry is always the same; you start with one thing, and then it's ten other things trailed after, like ducklings, "Personally, I don't eat people. Nobody should eat people!"

Her scribe had been a dormouse, actually. With a pang, Quintet wonders how old CV is doing these days. She would just have to hope that his career hadn't been dented by association with her.

"Oh my god, why is this even a conversation I have to have? You're clearly not a child, you should know better! Haven't they invented manners where you're from, yet?" But she sits, still agitated enough to want a bath, but too wary to take her eyes off him. It's not his fault— or, not entirely. She's had a hard time of it lately. She's cold, and hungry, and lost in a strange place. She's looking at him now and seeing how scruffy he seems, his fear and placating gestures, and— Quintet sighs, and cringes down into a half-crouch; in an ape the gesture would be like pulling her hands down her face.

"Oh my god, I'm turning into my mother."

[quark_assassin]

Dustin opens his mouth to retort with exactly what Quintet is expecting him to say - they aren't, though - before he stops himself. Or rather, Quintet's diatribe cuts him off before he's able to dig a deeper hole to die in, and gives him some much-needed time to think. Her perspective really isn't all that foreign; all it takes is to accept the leap that, where she's from, apparently cats and rodents have cognizance equal to humans. Dustin has accepted weirder things since arriving here. Given that, he has implied at least casual murder, and now it's sounding all a bit harsh, isn't it? Shit.

Mirroring Quintet's own gesture, Dustin takes the hand in his hair and buries his face in it, pinching the crooked bridge of his nose, eyes squeezed shut. A couple steady breaths pass.

"...I think we've been talking past each other, a little," he admits with a sigh, bringing his hands down to his side and looking very tired. "Non-humanoid sapience is...unexpected. Mice are common prey animals where I'm from, and as far as I'm aware, cats don't have the capacity to consider the consequences of hunting and eating them."