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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...
Calvin Rankin | Marvel 616
The last thing he remembered was getting attacked by Ahab while he was impersonating Scott in order to help Cable get the Original Five back home again. Even that was blurry. And every time he turned to fast he seemed to list to the side and toward the ground. If it wasn't for the telekinesis he had picked up from Jean Grey, he would have fallen, likely not get back up, several times.
That and Hank's agility, anyway. He groaned as he staggered along, looking for p[eople, or signs, or... something.
"Great, Calvin. Now you're stuck on an alien planet. Just great. This is probably the X-Men's fault. It usually is." Talking to himself? Oops.
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storm
Staring upward at the oncoming storm, strips of sheer ripped and wrapped around his torso, Calvin swore. As it closed in, he could feel himself batted around, and more, drained, He cried out as he felt power slip form him, causing him to fall to his knees.
As the clouds of the storm closed in, he saw ghostly images flicker around him, flitting from place to place. He knew those faces. Most of them he had hurt, or even killed, over the years. The flickered into existence, moving across his vision, then faded, and he shuddered, eyes wide, feverish, and sure he was going to die.
"What hell is this?"
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network
[Video]
[ The video shows a man slumped back against a wall, bloody bandages, or something like bandages around his middle, otherwise shirtless body. He looks loopy. tired, and sick. But he focuses on the screen. His voice is rough, halting, and quiet. ]
Is this damn thing working?
Can I get some help, please?
I would rather not die on an alien planet.
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Wildcard!
Network, Video;
I'm on my way. I won't say stay where you are as it doesn't look like you'll be going anywhere without help.
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Nice city though.
A little post-apocalyptic, but I've seen worse.
Like downtown Detroit.
Or like, any part of Alabama.
[ He slides down the wall and is now facing upward, the device's camera on the ground not moving as he glances at it, then closes his eyes. ]
I'm just going to rest, okay?
Network, Video;
Could you continue speaking to me as I head your way? Won't be long, but you can speak about whatever it is you wish to.
[Depending on how injured he is, Altair figures it's best if he stays awake.
Either way, the energy of an injured man is pretty easy to follow, so he's already on his way.]
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Nnngh, I will... try?
What's your name, sailor? How long have you....nnnnn, been here?
[ His head lols to one side and he fights to correct it. ]
Any mutants here? X-Men, factor, force, even? Not X-Static, though, those guys were assholes.
Network, Video;
[Altair is using the Force to move much faster than a normal man could, very glad that he's as powerful now as he used to be back home.
He's holding his communicator very carefully to ensure it's in a place where he can be heard and can also hear what's being said.] My name is Altair. I've been here longer than I like to admit.
[Not that being here is all bad, but it doesn't seem relevant.]
There are mutants, yes. Though whether they're a part of the groups you listed, I do not know.
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[ he is not sure he is making sense, but fuck it. who cares? He'd saved Scott and the damn world. Not bad for a fuck up.
Staring at the camera, and beyond, he swallows. ]
Good. Make sure they know I am here. so they can hide or run to the opposite side of things.
Also, also. Doc? When you come within 20 feet, I will feel and mimic your powers, abilities, and knowledge. Sorry. Can't... can't help it.
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@ exploring
"I haven't been here long, but ... long enough to know that, for once, it actually isn't something the X-Men are responsible for." She's not above admitting that sometimes, they're very good at making messes.
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"Holy shit. As I live and breathe, as bare as that is, if it isn't Lorna fucking Dane." he abruptly sits.
"Er, hi." he waves a hand a little weakly.
"Are you sure?" Because, well, he is never sure.
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"How long have you been here? And is the download thinger right?"
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"Are they accurate?"
A pause.
"Wait, there are more than one?"
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Exploring - And wow I'm so glad you got so many bites
"Listen," he says, going from trailing about five feet behind Calvin to directly at his side in that special sort of instant that only Speedsters can properly experience, "as much as I love blaming people like Cyclops and that whole Summers family for tons of shit that is wrong in the world, sometimes you've got to reserve blame for other people. Like Avengers. Or maybe, if you're feeling particularly excitable, the Fantastic Four. Though in this case, can't chalk it up to any of them."
From here, from this close, he feels like he almost recognizes that face. There's just a niggling little familiarity in the back of his mind, but he can't bring it to the forefront. Makes sense really, seeing as he hadn't bothered maintaining his sorta 'X-Men are cool' mind set after he was, what, twelve years old? Definitely before his own mutation had kicked in. So yeah, remembering all the faces of the older string of mutants wasn't much his thing these days. Leave that to Billy.
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"Speedster?" He shakes his head, the flush of power entering his matrix feeling off, right now.
He sits down and stares. "You feel like Quicksilver. Ish. But not." Calvin's eyes are wide as he takes in the other, power-wise and person-wise.
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“Well that makes sense. But now I’ve gotta ask why you’ve apparently been feeling my Uncle up.”
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"Oh god. And you've got his sister's humor.'
He sinks to the ground more and breathes. After a few breaths, he chuckles weakly.
"I'm Calvin Rankin. Formerly known as the Mimic."
His voice is a little more hoarse, a little more weak, and he wishes, right now, he had a beer, or ten. Or a hospital, or both. he waggles a hand.
"You're in my radius."
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“The idiot who joined Osborn’s X-Men. Really shitty idea, that. I was there, after Asgard fell. Fuck Osborn and all his fucking terrible plans. Now there is a guy to blame a ton of shit on.”
There were few moments since his powers had manifested that Tommy had felt weak and useless. The fall of Asgard had definitely been near the top of the list. Until recently.
“And it’s good to know I got something from Mom other than a really fucked up backstory. Billy’s the one that really takes after her thought. So... radius, that gonna be bad for you or good? I have slightly accelerated healing, standard speedster fare. But the whole increased heart rate can be a bitch if you’re already bleeding internally.”
And it’s too late for him to benefit from the improved durability.
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His voice is sarcastic, and weak. "That's me. Fun times." He groans as he eyes the man blearily.
He had meant Lorna, not Wanda, but he let it lie as he considers the young man. A hero in his own right, and now that he eyes him closer, definitely like Quicksilver.
"Not sure. Depends on which is faster and stronger. My powers are not exactly normal for a mutate mutant." Damn his father for interfering with his life and body. He feels the old bitterness rise and he swallows it. Fuck it.
"Got any hospitals around here?"
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Storm
"Hey- come on- we have to get out of the storm-" he called, trying to offer him a hand up. He tried to put up a barrier against the battering wind and debris, but his powers were down to barely a flicker. "It's not real, okay? Don't let them distract you, we have to move."
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He stared at this guy, eyes wide. "Who are you?" His words were a gasp as he kept fighting to stop from feeling the source and breadth of that power. The struggle was enough to make him roll over and throw up against a wall, head whirling.
He shied back from that hand, staggering up, slowly. "Where can we go? That looks like it fills the sky."
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"Um-...Billy, Billy Kaplan," he offered belatedly, glancing skyward. "...It does. But we can take shelter at least until it passes. Its effects will weaken once it starts to pass."
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Normally, Calvin would not have said as much, but he was light-headed and the guy was helping him. And Calvin had no desire to copy that level of power.
At Billy's words, Calvin nodded and turn3ed, staggering as he did.
"Lead on, please? I would love to not be in this storm anymore."
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"Are you okay? Is it uh- is it okay for me to be this close?" he asks uncertainly, moving like he wants to offer support but pointedly holding himself back.
"It's this way, come on-"
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He staggers after Billy, really hoping for not dying. Sure, he was ready to, but can he not now? That would be nice.
"Have you been here, mnnnn long?"