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Spring Test Drive Meme!

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:

- Explore the city! There's a map here 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. The hotel seems to be the most crowded, but you might want into what appears to be an abandoned storefront and find someone else scavenging or even sleeping.

- There are spaceships! That's right, there are currently several small spaceships grounded in the hangar. They appear to have power, but only one ship will let you enter. (For test drive purposes, the ship that will let you enter is up to you, so just pick whichever name appeals, and go for it!) The other ships won't open for you, but it might be worth poking around the one that will...

- Do you hear a storm? A giant, power-altering storm has been ravaging part of the planet for a month. It shows 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? More information can be found here.

- Can you hear me now? 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.

- 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...

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You won't find any here. And I told you not to worry. As long as you can stop the person long enough to locate the bug...

[ He trails off with a vague, one-handed gesture. ]

It's like removing a tick.

[ No corkscrews needed. ]

So fire then?

[ That's good! Just burn the whole place down. Why, oh why did the Corruption have to find its way here in some sort of sense? That's just. That's just not right. ]

It's just...disconcerting is all.

[ Riiiight, he will just like.... Stare. For a moment. Maybe three.

See that little frown? See it? That's a frown. ]

Please... Don't cause any more destruction to this city. We are- You know. Trying to rebuild it?

[ Though he is getting the feeling that leaving Martin and Cayde alone for too long might end up... Badly. ]

Right. That reminds me-

[ That Martin still hasn't touched the data point. ]

Rebuilding. That's part of why the Agrii brought us here. Please don't ask me what you or even me are supposed to be useful for in regards of rebuilding a city, but the Agrii- Our captors... Well. I'm not sure they quite know what they even need in their... Heroes.

[ Or He Rows, much rather. It's still at least a decade too early before Jon will accept even remotely being considered anyone's hero. ]

Isn't that how you deal with ticks? A little bit of fire or something?

[ Look he wasn't going to actually burn down anything. Martin, however, sighs once Jon starts explaining why they're there. ]

So we've been kidnapped to help them... rebuild? That seems strange, don't you think?

[ Look, Martin. It's okay. Jon isn't too fond of them either, but does this insistence on burning insects mean he has to have a talk with you? You, who would lecture him for killing the spiders in his office?

For now he will let that particular topic slide - and maybe keep you away from his lighter. ]

It is strange, yes. But for now there is little we can do. Not unless we unearth more information.

[ Look if he's wrong on how to deal with ticks please enlighten him! Also spiders are beneficial for the environment! Please don't kill spiders they're good. And not all spiders serve the Web.

Right? ]

Well, between the Archivist and his assistant... we should be able to find some information, yeah? [ He's at least optimistic about that might. ]

[ But have you counted those legs? That's too many legs, Martin. TOO MANY LEGS!

Though aside from that... It's that optimism that makes Jon hesitate. ]

...should we.

[ Yeah. That's a pause. A pause framed with a frown. ]

Martin... The rules of our world... Don't quite apply here, remember?

[ And if he is entirely honest, he's been feeling rather useless so far. Often due to being the Archivist. ]

I know that. I'm not ignorant. [ There's a small frown on his lips. ]

It just means we'll have to do things the old fashioned way. We catalog and sort the data that we find and get our hands dirty.

[ He sighs, rubbing his face. ]

Well then. You will be delighted to hear that this is what I have been doing.

[ Beat. ]

Tried to do.

[ When not busy with the more trivial like... Survival things. ]

I'm sure.

[ He furrows his brows, a worried expression crossing his features. ]

What can I do for you?

[ And Martin's worried expression is met with a surprised one. ]

F-for me? Why, I- I'm fine!

Also you just got here! I should be asking you.

You've been here a while, it seems.

[ And maybe he feels a little guilty. For pulling away. For avoiding everyone. ]

I have.

[ He has said as much, hasn't he...? And yet, there's a brief pause here. ]

...and things... Happened. Here. In this time.

Exactly. I haven't had to ... deal with those experiences. So what do you need? What can I do to help you?

You don't have to shoulder it alone.

M-Martin, that's not what I--

[ Oh, Martin. You have no idea. But that's exactly why he has to tell you, right? Of all the people... ]

I met someone.

You— oh. Oh! That’s good isn’t it?

[ that’s good, isn’t it? That was the point of all that he’s doing at the institute. Why wouldn’t he find someone? So why does it hurt so much? Martin has, unfortunately, perfected the art of not allowing his hurt to cross his face. He smile, he’s glad, he’s happy. ]

That doesn’t mean I can’t still help you. We’re friends...right?

[ Friends. Maybe? It’s not like he really has any. Maybe Peter was right.

He’s not and he knows it but he can’t help but wonder...]

[ Friends, right. ]

I... suppose.

[ Isn't it an odd shift, though? The last time he spoke to you before being drawn here you send him away when he tries to reach out, and now... Now part of him feels as if he just kicked a puppy.

Jon takes a deep breath, then exhales. And finally nods. ]

Right. So let's... Let's get you to that data point first. Then some tea.

[ Because tea remains the solution to everything, right?

He steps forward again at last, reaching to put a hand on Martin's shoulder to gently nudge him in the right direction. ]

Yeah. Data point and tea. Sounds like a good plan.

[ He takes a deep breath, offers him a smile. Yeah, this could be fine. Absolutely fine. Martin could handle that he doesn't... he's found someone else. That's fine. Deep breath. It's fine. ]

What are they like... the-- the person you met.

[ Martin. MAAAR-tin! Don't ask such things. YOU are just h u r t i n g yourself. No one wants that. Though there is that light squeeze to your shoulder of a hand that has chosen to linger while directing the way down the path towards the large fountain and the glowing, floating data point near it.

Jon's answer is accompanied by a small shake of his head. ]

Infuriating.

[ Now that's a great character trait to lead, isn't it? ]

Good hands. [ Beat. ] Perpetually restless, though... Those hands. [ Another pause. ] He cares a lot. Tries to help everyone. Fix everything- And tries very hard to convince people he's an ass. But... He died to protect Tommy from Billy. And Tommy... Hates him.

[ Yepp. Just trailing off here. That's the data point. A good time to stop this rambling before it gets too embarrassing, right? ]

[ He just listens. There's a lot to take in, and he knows. He knows that this is going to kill him but-- but he can get through it. Martin can try and not let it get to him. He's glad, he's happy but it still hurts. ]

He sounds lovely. [ Martin offers before he changes the subject upon arrival to the data point. ]

Okay so, does it just automatically download or...?

[ Yeah. Lovely, indeed... But hey. Change of topic to floating alien sphere of information! ]

Just- Touch it. They work instantly.

How many of these are around?

[ He reaches out to touch the data point, phone in hand to see how instant instantly is. ]

Is this the sort of data that you've been looking at or are there actual... oral recordings that we can find to help us understand better?

[ Jon hasn't watched another person touch any of the data points before, so it isn't with a bit of curiosity that he observes Martin approach the initial one most people touch just after arriving in the city. Martin's question is answered with a single hand lifted near Jon's head and two fingers of it lightly tapped against his own temple. ]

You won't need your phone, Martin.

[ Hopefully he won't be too surprised by the sudden influx of knowledge. ]

Jesus. [ He wasn't prepared, standing still as the information just pours over him. Martin slowly puts his phone away, a shakey exhale slipping from his lips before he turns to Jon. ]

Is that what you felt like back home?

Hmm.

[ The question prompts a raised brow. ]

A little. These are more organized, though.

[ Which is preferable to random pieces of knowledge that can be everything from a bread recipe to your grandfather's favorite piece of underwear. ]

Are you okay?

Put that corkscrew away, Martin!

NOPE. Safety measure now.

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Someone set up us a bomb.

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