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SPRING TEST DRIVE MEME

SPRING 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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Spring in Temba and Sh'Ka

Unlike last year, spring doesn't leave the He-Rows dealing with piles of pink glitter. The vast amounts of snow are still present to some degree here and there where the snow has been piled up especially high after the recent blizzard. But life has been returning to both cities with grass and flowers growing more vigorously in Temba while in Sh'Ka the especially tall trees are sprouting their leaves.

The native animals of both cities become more active again as well and especially the birbs residing around Temba's beach produce a noise that can be picked up even in certain parts of the city. Would it be wise to disturb them?

And while the weather has clearly turned warmer and the sun shows notably more presence, spring remains comparably wet. Strong showers of sudden rain are very likely to surprise an exploring He Row when they least expect them.

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 and power has been restored to be reliable. 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 proven to be home to verious harmful creatures; 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?

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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It says a lot about Steve's life that he just nods along to all of that and doesn't even think about questioning it. Man in a metal suit? Magic healer dude? Yeah. Sounds like a case of the Mondays if he's ever heard one. At least there was no broken bones and sucked out eyes, right?

Jesus.

"No," he says, voice a little strained. "That is exactly what happened at home, too." He smirks, hoping the sarcasm gets across. Reaching out, he grabs Eddie's shoulder and gives it a hard squeeze.

"It was a little different, man," he admits. "But you're here now."

"Heh-" Eddie laughs, and his gaze ducks, nodding. "M'here," he agrees, determined to keep Harrington from learning that the leading theory is that they plop you snuggly right back where and when they took you from. They can all pretend this means he'll escape his fate for a while longer.

"Sorry I didn't listen, man..." he adds, glancing up with an apologetic frown. "How uh...how much later are you from? You got everyone out?"

The reminder of Eddie not listening to his order brings back everything he'd felt the minute he saw that body on the ground. His face tightens a bit and he looks toward the ground, wet hair flopping forward like a curtain.

"No, I didn't get everyone out," he said. "The town got torn into pieces and Max is still in a coma. And you..." He looks up, angrier now than he had been before. "I told you to get out. Don't be cute. Don't be a hero. Why was that the moment you decided to be a fucking rebel?

"Shit-" Eddie blinks, swallowing thickly as the reality of it sinks in. He's been able to imagine they won. Max saved. The town safe. All his kiddos only having the normal horrors of highschool to worry about...

Steve's anger brings a bit of heat his to face, and he toes at the ground with a defensive shrug. "...I don't follow instructions well," he tries to joke, but his hearts not quite into it. "...I was sick of running, Steve."

Steve steps forward and jabs a finger into Eddie's shoulder, hard. "And I was sick of watching people I care about die." He keeps his finger pressed into Eddie, just slowly increasing the amount of weight he's putting on it.

"Dustin was with you, man. He's been through enough. You have no idea what it's been like for him to carry that shit. He shouldn't have had to see that."

Finally Steve pulls back but the anger is still there. "You should have run. You should have made it and made every idiot in Hawkins know you helped save their asses. We shouldn't..." He exhales in a rush. "We shouldn't have to mourn you, dude. You deserved better."

Eddie grits his teeth, but doesn't quite roll his shoulder back from the jab, feeling he owes it to Harrington to at least absorb that much.

His brows lower faintly at the notion that he was someone Steve cared about, and his gaze drops all together at the mention of Dustin.

"...He wasn't supposed to-" he argues weakly, face scrunching as he tries not to feel the full crushing weight of guilt. He never meant for Dustin to see him like that. He'd tried...

"Hawkins made up their mind about me even before any of this shit happened, Harrington. They were never going to believe I wasn't guilty." He tries to shake his head, whether to the notion of them mourning him, or to himself deserving better isn't entirely clear, throat tight.

It's bullshit to blame Eddie for Dustin and he knows it as soon as he says it. But it's been anger that's been festering in his stomach for days that he had no way to get rid of. You couldn't argue with a missing poster. But even now it's not doing anything for him except leaving him somewhat hollow.

"We would have stood beside you. Hopper...Hopper is alive and he would have supported you. We could have done something." He's not confident though and he sounds it. Shit was so complicated. Why was everything always so complicated. "You should have made it. You shouldn't have been dragged into it to begin with. It shouldn't have been you to die because of this bullshit."

Eddie snorts a pointed and disbelieving laugh at that one, hardly even able to muster surprise that Hopper's alive. The guy cut him some breaks when he was around, but he was hardly Eddie's number one fan. And even if he was, there isn't much a former police chief the world thought was dead could really do, is there?

"If some one had to, I'm the obvious choice, Harrington. And...I bought us a few more minutes. Doesn't seem like it did much good, but...you know..." Eddie gives a tired gesture, and fiddles with his fingers.

"Do you seriously think that was all you were worth? A few minutes? Jesus, Munson..."

He paces in a small circle, crossing back into the rain and returning to the shelter after getting a second dose of pouring water. It's enough to cool him off, he guesses, because when he looks back at Eddie all he feels now is that familiar ache of grief. Grief and the small flickering light of gratitude. He just wishes Dustin could see him, too.

"You did probably save Henderson's life. So I should at least thank you for that." He points a finger at him, other hand on his hip. "But don't think that means I am saying I support your decision, dude. Okay?"

"..." A beat of silence passes while Eddie tries to think of some joke to cover the seriousness of all this, but he comes up empty, and can't offer up any sort of argument to that accusation.

He pushes his hair back while Steve paces, and he's able to manage a small smirk by the time that finger's pointing at him accusingly, raising his palms in mock surrender.

"What if I told you something guaranteed to cheer you up, would you forgive me then?" he asks with a confident glint in his eye.

Steve lowers his hand and narrows his eyes in suspicion. "I can't imagine what you have that will cheer me up around here. I got chased by a mosquito the size of my head already, saw what I am pretty sure was a giant walking turtle down the block, and now am soaked without any of my hair stuff.

"But yeah. You cheer me up, you're forgiven. Knock yourself out."

Eddie snickers, and eyes that deflated hair with a pointed look, withholding his information for a moment so he can rock on his heels.

He leans in close, tilts his head and reveals with a grin- "...Max is here."

Steve recoils back in shock, not able to believe it at first. How the fuck had both of the people who were killed ended up here? Did this mean he'd died too? Had he like been Vecna'd in the middle of the night or something and brought here?

Was this just the afterlife?

"Max? Seriously? Is she okay?!"

Eddie nods quickly, but looks a little less sure that he's supplied Steve with the happy news he thought he was, given that reaction.

"She's good. She's fine. I got her a new cassette player in case shit starts here. I've been keeping an eye on her. She's going to flip out when she finds out you're here."

Steve's surprise gives way to a smile, finally. Max is safe. Max is alive. He lets out a laugh and cards a hand through his ruined hair, overwhelmed.

"She's here. Oh my God. You...you and Max. Jesus." He scrubs both hands over his face, still smiling. "Okay, Munson. Okay. You're forgiven. But just by the skin of your teeth and with the promise you're not gonna do it again."

That smile relieves some of the tightness in Eddie's chest, and he finds himself smiling a little easier, giving Steve's shoulder a reassuring pat and ducking his head.

"I mean, I'll do my best. This shit has a way of finding me," he teases, bumping his shoulder against Steve's. "...We should get you dried off."

"Is there...towels or something around here?" He reaches up and cards his hand through his ruined hairdo and grimaces. At least there wasn't anyone to impress at the moment. Eddie had seen him looking a lot worse than just wet, after all. And something told him the place was short on eligible babes.

"I am pretty new to this place still so you could probably tell me anything. Might as well make good use of my gullibility."

It's still strange seeing Harrington all depoofed, and Eddie flashes his teeth in a teasing grin as Steve fusses with his hair.

"If we cut back to the hotel, I've got some stuff," Eddie assures, gesturing out through the rain, "Change of clothes at least. And uh...when things dry off out here I can show you the spaceships." He pointedly arches his brows, a playful look on his face, inviting Steve to guess whether he's telling the truth.

Steve goes to pick up his bat and rests it against his shoulder. "Alright. Take me to your new Munson Cave." The rain around them is still coming down but maybe a little lighter than before. Still, it is clear they are gonna get soaked all over again. Oh well.

"So, should we talk about this? How I just keep ending up wearing your clothes? If you hate my fashion, you can just say it, dude."

Super soaked. Still, Eddie tries to hold the coat up as a shelter for both of them, you know- if they sort of squeeze a little.

He gives an amused laugh. "I hate your fashion, man," he replies easily, "But you do rock my shit surprisingly well. Maybe you have a little bit of metalhead in you."

Steve moved in closer, trying to keep the water off his head as best he could. At the tease, he bumped his hip into Eddie's. "I don't know how to take that. It's a compliment and an insult all mixed into one."

He chuckles a little. "I guess your clothes are pretty cool, objectively. Leather and denim. Worse things to have in me than metalhead."

"Yeah, I'm good at those. It's what keeps me from getting knocked on my ass more often," he shares with a grin.

"Heh..." Eddie waggles his brows suggestively, invading Steve's personal space even more than he already is. Being a flirt with anything and anyone has it's advantages. It's hard to tell when he means it.

Steve realizes what he said a whole second after the wiggled eyebrows. "Oh, fuck off, Munson," he says through a giggle, pushing against his waist this time. But honestly, the closeness was keeping that water off so he isn't gonna let Eddie get far before reeling him back in with a fistful of t-shirt.

For a second Steve is quiet, smiling and glancing over at Eddie as they walk. Finally, he manages to say in a soft, quiet voice, "I really missed you, Eddie. I feel like I was just getting to know you and I liked what I was learning. And then it was over."

He laughs with a delighted grin as Steve catches on, letting himself be pushed and tugged as punishment.

"..." Eddie's steps falter slightly, glancing back to Steve and trying to keep the surprise from showing on his face. He doesn't do a great job of it, and can't stop a sad sort of smile. If only it hadn't taken this to make them actually get to know each other.

"I was digging getting to know the real you too," he mutters, "...sorry for being such an idiot all those years," he adds with a small smirk. And then, to try and offer up some false hope- "And, hey- I'm all good now, so.... It doesn't have to be over." They can pretend Eddie'll come back home with him some day, good as new.

"You're sorry? Are you kidding me?" Steve snorts a laugh through his nose. "I was the asshole being a dick to every single person who didn't fall into the most boring and stereotypical definition of 'cool'. I can't believe you think you owe me anything."

He sighs and shakes his head. He knows the hope is false just as much as Eddie does but he's not about to point it out. "Yeah. Yeah, we get another shot, right? The upside to kidnapping."

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Smooth, Munson

The smoothest~

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