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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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Steve ducks his head a little, the flush stronger and a bit more fluttering happening around his throat. He glances over at Eddie and wets his grinning lips.

"Why not? Guitar is here. I am here. And I promise not to like...upload it to the network thing and ruin your Metal cred. Just for us."

"...Just for us," Eddie agrees, glancing up from those lips back to meet Steve's gaze, pushing off the bed to collect his sweetheart.

He plugs it in, playing a few chords to test his memory of the song. He swears he doesn't normally feel this nervous before he plays. Must be the ballad.

For playing by ear/memory, Eddie does a pretty good job with conjuring up the melody of These Dreams, adjusting the pitch a little so it's closer to his vocal range. And even without the rest of his band here, and despite it being a ballad, he really does seem to be giving it his all rather than poking fun or making a joke of it.

Something strange happens when Eddie starts playing that song and Steve isn't entirely sure what it is. At the start he's expecting maybe to be impressed by Eddie. Maybe be jealous of his talent. But by the second chorus Steve can tell he's really trying to perform this. And he's killing it.

And Steve couldn't look away if he wanted to.

He remembers, distantly, that date sort of ruined at The Hideout. Steve had looked at his date and seen the hero worship and adoration in her eyes as she watched Eddie. She'd looked a little like she was falling in love and Steve had been annoyed at it. Confused. He gets it now.

Something tells him his own expression isn't too far off, either...

"Wow..."

He feels a strange mix of elated and bashful to find Harrington looking at him like that.

"I think I mighta messed up some of the lyrics," Eddie mumbles, but he smiles, not able to help himself. "...don't think I'm gonna play this stuff whenever you bat your eyelashes all pretty or whatever..."

"That was... Really amazing." Steve is still too awestruck to rise to the tease. He's too amazed to even blink, it feels.

"You're... really good. I get now why my date was gonna start throwing her bra. Jesus."

Sweetheart returns to her place of honor and Eddie returns to the bed, arching a brow at that revelation.

"I'm sorry, what??" he asks, grinning far too wide now.

Shit. He hadn't meant to say that. Fuck. Oh well.

"Yeah, yeah. The time I saw you, the girl I was with sort of fell in love during your set. I guess she never did anything about it since you don't know her but. Yeah. I was pissed but... Yeah, I get it."

Oh??? That smile grows, and he invades Steve's space with a laugh. "I stole the attention of one of your girls? So uh, does that mean you fell in love with me too, huh?" he teases, nudging him pointedly, "What are you gonna throw, Stevie?"

It's a tie between the invasion and Eddie's words: which one finally made the truth break through Steve's thick head. Because the fluttering? The heat in his face and in his stomach? He felt that way with Nancy, didn't he? He felt that way with Robin before he'd adjusted his feeling to 'Platonic'. He felt that with any girl he'd had a crush on.

And now? Apparently Eddie had wiggled his way into that group. Steve should probably be more freaked about that than he is, but really it is more a relief to figure it out.

He can work with that a little better. Especially if Eddie is gonna flirt.

"Maybe," he says in a bit of a softer voice. "And all these clothes are yours, Eddie. Which one do you want back?"

"..." Eddie's not expecting the teasing to be returned(?), nearly breaking as he blinks in surprise, eyes skirting over Steve before snapping back up to his face with a considering smirk.

"Not a lot to choose between..."

Steve watches Eddie as he looks him over. Even spreads his arms for a better examination. "Nope." He glances down at himself and pats his hands over the borrowed clothes. "I guess the question is gonna be do you wanna take my top off or lose the pants. I gotta say though, I think the pants would require another song... I'm not cheap."

Eddie doesn't back down at least, taking the opportunity to get a better look and smirking wide.

He chews faintly on his lower lip, head tilting to the side. "That's not what I heard," he teases with a mock wince, "Why don't you start with the top then?"

"Let me correct that," Steve says as he takes off the borrowed shirt and tosses it right at Eddie's face. While it's covered he leans in just a little more and really, this should be harder, but Steve just likes this part of the chase. The fact that he's doing it with a guy is different but not enough to ruin it.

"I'm not cheap or easy when it matters."

Eddie half manages to catch it, laughing as he pulls it from his face and wondering at how Steve's thrown his clothes at him so many times in the last week (feeling as if the months here disappeared and he's slipped right back to when he left). Pulling it free his breath catches a little, and he forgets what he was going to say, suddenly a bit bashful all over again.

"...Are you saying I matter, Harrington?" he asks with an amused hum, teasing that closing gap between them that much closer.

Steve once had pushed away the encroachment of Eddie into his space. This time he basks in it. He moves ever so slightly forward to adjust the distance between them just a bit more. The butterflies inside him are turning violent and he can feel them up and down his torso.

He smiles.

"You sang a ballad for me. How could you not?"

It's a dangerous game of chicken, and until now- Steve's always backed down first. Eddie wets his lips, trying to puzzle out if he's reading things wrong. It wouldn't be the first time.

"...I don't do that for just anyone."

It's probably as forward as Eddie would ever want to be about saying he's being serious. Steve can hear it in his words and it makes a delighted shiver run down his spine. His eyes watch Eddie's lips and Steve unconsciously mirrors the action before going back to meeting his eyes.

"That mean I matter too?"

"...yeah, man," Eddie laughs, cheeks hot, "Unbelievable as it is, you matter a fucking lot, Harrington."

And...fuck it, he was brave with the demobats, he can be brave again. He moves forward to go for a kiss, certain it will end with Steve pulling away, all ready mentally rehearsing how he'll play it off-

He's not going to need to play it off at all because Steve sees Eddie move forward and surges to beat him to it. He kisses him harder than he meant to, surprising himself with how bad he must have wanted it. It takes a moment for him to back off enough to make it sweet. Even then he's practically vibrating with eagerness to dive back in all over again.

"I...I better not have to beg for another ballad now."

Oh. Oh wow. Eddie's caught off guard by that surge forward, but not at all disappointed. Even when they slow things down to something softer, Eddie's left a bit breathless when they part.

"...nah-" he manages fondly, unable to hold back a too big smile, stealing another kiss before ducking his head in disbelief. "...you're not an alien trick, are you?"

"Huh. I don't think so? Although I'm not sure I would know if I was."

Still, he smiles and leans in to kiss Eddie all over again, enjoying the high of being able to do that. He's practically grinning the entire kiss, probably ruining it in the process.

"...worth the risk," Eddie decides with a smirk, eagerly shifting forward to deepen that next kiss, and now that the barriers been broken it doesn't seem all that scary. Fingers trace along Steve's cheek and down his jaw, hardly aware he's doing it, crowding closer, and managing to mumble- "Is this okay?" Like Harrington might suddenly change his mind.

"Yeah," Steve's surprised by how husky his voice gets answering Eddie. "Yeah, this... More than okay." One of his hands moves into Eddie's hair and carding into it, kissing him all over again.

Eddie treats him gentle. Like something precious. Steve feels almost tender in his hands and wants to soak into the affection. He's never really been on this side of it with someone and it's addictive.

"Should I ask if you're an alien trick? If you are, lie to me."

That is a magical sound, and Eddie wants to commit that husky tone to memory. He practically purrs at the feeling of fingers in his hair- wants to follow suit, but Harrington's hair still feels forbidden. Somehow that exposed chest is a little less forbidden, a hand settling over Steve's ribs.

"M'not," Eddie swears, and god he hopes that's true. "Missed you, Harrington..." he admits.

"I missed you, too. Stupid hero..."

And he did. He missed the loud jokes and that wide smile. He missed the jokes he had with Henderson and his lack of personal space. But most of all he just missed him. The more he learned the more he grieved the man he should have known better and longer. And now he has the chance.

Steve pulls back and brushes those wild curls back. They're still damp and flat. Steve can imagine the riot they'll be in the morning.

"Don't make me miss you again. Okay?"

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