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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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"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."

"You were. But uh...I kinda did the same in a lot of ways?" Which still isn't easy to admit. It's easier to think Harrington is some kind of fluke, rather than admit he might have been passing a whole of judgements of his own. Shit was more complicated than just black and white. Which is annoying, but probably a good lesson. "...easier to push people away before they can reject you or whatever?" Ugh, that sounds so...'shrink-y'.

"Right? Not traumatic at all," he teases gently.

"Robin tried to explain this whole thing about...punching? Like punching up or down? I didn't really pay close attention but I got the general idea. Like, if someone is shorter than you and you need to punch down...that's...worse?"

Maybe he paid less attention than he thought.

"Whatever. We were young...er. And we're smarter now. So, all in the past, right? We can let that high school shit go."

"..." Eddie gets to practice the blank stare he's picked up from Steve, head turning as he wonders what Buckley had actually said and how badly Steve's managed to mangle it.

He cracks a wistful smirk at that. "I still haven't graduated, so..." he notes, as though that gives him free range to hold onto whatever stupid shit he wants. There's a twinge of regret behind the grin though He's never going to get that stupid diploma, after putting up with three fucking years in that place.

Steve hates that Eddie is missing that important milestone. If anyone deserves to finally walk across that stage, it's him. But, the way it looks now, that's simply never gonna happen. Unless...

"What did you have left before you graduated? A...history test or something? How about we just make you some sort of final to make up for it? I'm sure we can write up a diploma here for you to put on your wall. And then you too can be qualified for a dead-end job at a video store!"

"Mm, Ms. O’Donnell’s," Eddie confirms, nose scrunching. She had it out for him, he swears, but he just needed to not blow the final and she'd have been forced to pass him this time.

He considers Steve's idea with a small smile. It's not the same, obviously, but hell- it'd mean more than getting one from Principal Higgins.

"Folks'd be so proud," he jokes, but he can't help but grin, "...that'd be all right. I could be into that."

Steve grins, pleased at coming up with a good idea. "The only problem is that I am gonna need to poll the audience around here for a good history test. I don't think I remember a damn thing except that Columbus sailed the ocean blue in...uh..." He knew it ended with two. How was this supposed to be an effective memory trick? It could be anything!

"1352?"

He laughs, "Might have some trouble with that. There's people from all sort of times and places...whole different versions of Earth. There's a guy here who who's fought dragons."

"Mm...sounds right?" Eddie replies uncertainly. There's a reason this is his third try at this damn course. That and- "Columbus is a fucking dick though, so who cares? I wrote a paper about it last year and O'Donnell fucking failed me."

"Too bad your guitar isn't here to help him, huh?" In the aftermath of Eddie's death, Steve had learned more about him from Wayne sharing his stuff with the kids. He'd seen the guitar that slays dragons and the other pieces that made up Eddie's colorful life. Seeing him here, alive, it almost makes Steve feel awkward. Like he'd been intruding.

It's a weird thought and it's been a weird enough day as it is. He lets it go for now.

"Wait. He was? But he has the whole holiday. Are you sure?"

"Wh-?" Eddie slows to give Steve a quizzical look. Either Steve had managed to hold onto that detail in the midst of all the other hell going on in that trailer or... He abruptly looks away, seeming to understand, not sure how exactly to interpret the mixed feelings that over take him. "...Right," he gives a belated laugh, "You saw that..."

"Oh my god, YES. SUCH a DICK," Eddie confirms passionately, and he shows he can manage well enough with history so long as it's something he's interested in, ranting about the man the rest of the way back to the hotel without even realizing.

It is quite possibly the only lecture on history Steve has ever paid attention to completely. Eddie just has a way of making the story come to life. It's not a musty old series of facts to memorize and boring progressions in time. No, Steve listens and it's like he's there. He's on the ships that Columbus fucked up the navigation on and crashed into inhabited land. He's standing in horror as he watches the carnage Columbus wrought to those people. The fucking horrors of enslavement and massacre of those trying to stand up to him.

"Jesus fucking Christ. Why do we have a holiday for him at all?!"

Steve, horrified, is following Eddie like he is a Pied Piper. "What the fuck? And how could she have failed you when you know that much about this? Your whole thing there proves you know what you're talking about. What was her problem?"

"Right???" Eddie finally takes a breath, and laughs a little, glad to have someone actually listen enthusiastically and not just tune him out.

He sighs and rolls his eyes with a shrug, "I was supposed to write about his ~ positive~ contributions. Pretty sure she said it was 'Un-American'."

"This is it-" he adds, gesturing to the building and shaking off his coat as they head inside. "My rooms just up here."

"She was pretty awful for me too," he agrees finally, shaking his arms off and ruffling his hair just to get some of the excess water out. "I don't think she ever failed me but that was because I was on the basketball team and she'd probably get her tenure revoked if she failed jocks..."

Which wasn't fair at all. The idea that he only passed because of that and Eddie failed for the same work is pretty shitty. But nothing he can do about it now.

Steve looks up at the building and nods. "Sure." He follows behind, shivering a little now that he's out of the rain and is starting to dry. "Can't wait to see what you've done with the place."

At least Steve doesn't act like that's a big secret like some of the jocks do. Still, Eddie scoffs reflexively, belatedly shooting Steve a quick apologetic smirk.

The door to Eddie's room is painted black, and considering what he has to work with, he's done a pretty good job of replicating the feel of his room back home. His guitar's mounted on the wall in a place of honor, the place is a bit of a chaotic mess, and he's got various illustrations taped up in place of his posters. There's even a small mound of tapes he's been collecting.

""Not bad, right? Just don't move that box, it's covering a hole in the floor."

Eddie drops his jacket and searches around, first tossing Steve a towel he stole from the ship so he can dry off, while he looks for something clean(ish) and dry for them to wear.

The room is nice. Steve smiles as he walks into it and for a second he's back in that Munson trailer, smiling with Wayne over memories and pieces of Eddie's life. Except this time the man himself is here, moving around and alive. It makes it all so much better, honestly. Steve kind of never wants to leave.

He peels his shirt off and tosses it to the ground, careful of the box. In the week since their battle, his wounds have mostly healed. Some still look a little angry around the edges, but the scabs and stitches are pretty much gone leaving just the scars behind. Not pretty but better than dead. He carefully starts toweling himself dry, even his poor, un-styled hair.

"You whittle yourself some dice or whatever yet?"

"...Mm?" Eddie blinks, suddenly remembering he's supposed to be looking for clothes and not-

He coughs and grabs the first thing he spots, tossing it towards Steve, a band tee he used some of his replicator credits to make since he wants to see him in the metal clothes and not what he's scrounged up from the Agrii.

"They actually gave me some as a gift," he informs him with a small grin, "But I might've tried my hand at it. Harder than it looks."

He throws some pants and things at Steve as well, and strips of his own shirt. His scars are much further along in the healing process than Steve's, and it feels...strange, thinking how recent this all is for Harrington.

It's Steve's turn to get distracted but it's not (likely) for the same reason. Or at least not entirely.

He's just about pulled the shirt on when Eddie's peeling his off. And those scars. Steve's eyes are glued to them and the way they mirror his own. Those had been the injuries that killed Eddie back in Hawkins. Here they were nothing but scars. Healed over and probably not even painful anymore. Like it hadn't even been serious.

Steve steps forward a second, caught by the spiral his head is in with those thoughts, but stops. He glances up at Eddie, intending to smile an laugh it off. But instead he just swallows over the dryness in his mouth.

"You look...good. They healed you real well here, huh? Back home you..." He doesn't finish that. Just shakes his head. "But they fixed you, here. It was fixable."

"...yeah, uh-" Eddie laughs, gaze ducking momentarily, but he tries to play it off, shifting to show the scars off for a moment, "They're pretty metal now, huh?" He's missing a fucking nipple, but his guts are all on the inside and he's...alive, so...they did a pretty good job. "They uh...they have this magic guy here in the hospital. Not a ton of those back home I guess." Though it occurs to Eddie after he says it that there was probably no way to even him out of the Upside Down. It's not a thought he wants to dwell on.

"We match."

Steve knows that there is no reason to feel guilty. Eddie needed fucking magic to save his life. But El might have maybe done something. She'd saved Max after all, right? Maybe... Maybe if he'd gotten the body out. If he'd at least brought Eddie home for a fucking funeral...

He tries to shake the grief and self-disappointment off but it's clinging like a chill. When Eddie talks, he puts on a small, melancholy smile. It's the best he can manage at the moment.

"I don't know, man. I have both of my nipples. You're down by 50%. Close..."

Eddie doesn't even know half the shit that went down after he's taken, but he doesn't need to to know no one needed to be risking their lives trying to bring him or his body back to Hawkins.

"Shut uuup," he laughs, but it's a little strained by that haunted look Steve can't quite manage to hide. He pulls on a shirt and fixes Steve with a more serious look.

"Don't man...seriously. It's...I'm good," he tries to assure.

Steve nods, but the look on his face doesn't entirely change. He turns around to change his pants and dry his legs off. As he does so, he talks to the wall. It's surprisingly easier to think of it that way instead of talking to Eddie, right now.

"You're... You're not though, you know? It's been a week for me with you being super not good." He pulls the new, dry pants up and takes a bit too long to close them up. "I know we couldn't do anything. But... I don't know, dude. You were supposed to make it out. You were supposed to graduate and get the fuck out of Hawkins. I was supposed..."

He exhales, finally turns around, looking at the towel in his hands.

"I'm just sorry, man. I'm just really sorry..."

Eddie takes the hint to turn away, both to offer Harrington privacy to change, but also...to speak. He pushes his own wet jeans off with a frown as he listens, and finds himself nodding even though Steve obviously can't see. He tugs new pants on as he tries to work out what he can possibly say when they both know the outcome. If he's honest, as much as he's assumed there was no hope of making it much longer than the moment he was abducted, some stupid part of him apparently still wanted to hold onto that sliver of none existent hope that he made it out of there somehow. That maybe he was just being dramatic, and it only felt like he was dying. The certainty of it now isn't surprising, but it does...ache in a way he's surprised by.

"...I'm sorry," he echoes finally, turning and like wise not quite able to meet Steve's eye. "Pretty sure that chapter was closed even before I went and decided to be an idiot, but...I didn't want to hurt any of you guys..."

Steve looks up finally and then can't look away.

"I should have been with you guys. I...I think about it all the time. If I could do it over again, it should have been me with you and Dustin. Or me with you and Dustin not in the fucking Upside Down at all. But I should have stuck with you. Both of you weren't gonna be able to fight them all off if things went south. Not that I would have either but it could have given us more time. Just...maybe..."

His voice breaks on the last word and he clears his throat fast to try and cover it up. It takes a second for him to speak again.

"I won't fail you again, if shit goes down here. Alright? I swear."

"Nah-" Eddie tries to argue, shaking his head, but quieting again to let Steve finish.

He looks genuinely unsure how to take that show of emotion coming from Harrington. For him?? His throat feels tight, and he blinks, trying to shake it off again stubbornly.

"You were bringing the fight to Vecna, man... You were where you were supposed to be."

Damnit, he's not going to fucking cry. Nope. He closes his eyes for a second to try and force them to behave, and gives a flustered laugh.

"I'm the one that fucked up. You didn't fail anyone."

Eddie's eyes are getting shiny and Steve moves forward without really even knowing he is going to do it. He's still holding the towel and hands it over to Eddie so he can use it as a tissue or a mask, depending on what he wants. Steve would fully understand the want for either.

"You saved Dustin's life. I said it before but...you did. Those bats would have torn him apart and God knows who else. You didn't..." He exhales in a burst. "I know earlier I was angry, but you didn't fuck up. You were...you were so fucking brave, Eddie. I hate that you had to do it, but you had an impossible choice and you chose the most incredibly brave option.

"You're a hero."

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