Thisavrou Head Mods (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
savmods) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
thisavrou_ooc2017-09-18 09:16 pm
savmods) wrote in thisavrou_ooc2017-09-18 09:16 pm
Entry tags:
test drive meme 21
NOTE: The locations in this test drive are placeholders and do not fit with current game events. Due to ongoing changes as we shift to arc 3, contents of this test drive as they related to specific areas or activities are unfortunately not able to be incorporated as game canon, though if it is possible for a particular thread, you may assume conversations took place similarly in a different setting once the changeover happens ICly. Test drive threads may of course still be used for application samples!
--
Ingress travel can be disorienting, but there’s no need to worry! All side effects are temporary and lessen with each trip. Your body may experience several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You may have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. You notice that the area you are in is filled with a soft cerulean light and feels slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you. Regardless of your current state, however, the stress of initial Ingress travel forces your body into unconsciousness.
Waking up is another story. Or maybe it isn’t.
You find yourself in a nondescript room; sometimes with others who have found themselves in the same situation, sometimes alone. A robotic medical tech is always present to explain what’s happened in a rote fashion, though his programming does not permit him to answer specific questions. He provides some clothing, a TAB, and a guide that explains the basics of Ingress travel and why you are here. Outside the room, you'll find you're on a space station that is staffed only by other robots; the only other organics there are those who recently arrived with you, or perhaps your predecessors, who are strolling the halls in search of an observation deck or the tech they've been sent here to fix. Why not introduce yourself and say hello?
--
Ingress travel can be disorienting, but there’s no need to worry! All side effects are temporary and lessen with each trip. Your body may experience several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You may have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. You notice that the area you are in is filled with a soft cerulean light and feels slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you. Regardless of your current state, however, the stress of initial Ingress travel forces your body into unconsciousness.
Waking up is another story. Or maybe it isn’t.
You find yourself in a nondescript room; sometimes with others who have found themselves in the same situation, sometimes alone. A robotic medical tech is always present to explain what’s happened in a rote fashion, though his programming does not permit him to answer specific questions. He provides some clothing, a TAB, and a guide that explains the basics of Ingress travel and why you are here. Outside the room, you'll find you're on a space station that is staffed only by other robots; the only other organics there are those who recently arrived with you, or perhaps your predecessors, who are strolling the halls in search of an observation deck or the tech they've been sent here to fix. Why not introduce yourself and say hello?
phanos
* The planet Phanos is not as it was during the last visit there. Storms of dark energy swirl across the sections of the world, though they do not yet overwhelm it. The temperature is cooler now, but sandstorms still kick up with great frequency, making cooperation an important part of survival as groups make their way across the landscape, investigating the changes. The pyramid forest remains, but the griffins who live there now venture farther down from their nests, and around a third of them have been twisted by the storms' energies into even more aggressive, monstrous versions of what they once were. Do not take one on alone, or it may be your last mistake.
* Inside one of the tallest pyramids, the lab remains intact, and rumors speak of a locked chamber in its heart that contains valuable material—but is that in the technological sense, or does it hold something monetarily precious in the right market? Maybe you don't care and you're just nosy. Either way, the vault is sealed away behind a series of complicated sliding puzzles that have just one catch—they are not possible to solve without two people operating the locking station. Are you here with a friend? If not, better hope the next guy to come along has a sharp mind for this stuff.
FAQ | LOCATIONS | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS | NAVIGATION
so abt those pyramids buddy
It seems a strange thing--a stupid thing, really--to leave that up to whim to dictate. This isn't necessarily something he wants, but something he's drawn to instead. It isn't quite explicable, or even reasonable, but he's here and committed to it now. Maybe it's some half memory he doesn't have. Rumours of things he should remember (things even his students seem to recall but he can't). Raven's once-adamant insistence that Cairo would be where everything changed. There's always been enough mystery in ancient cultures, and the study thereof, that his interest is piqued at least, and maybe that's enough.
The consideration and pondering of that draw don't seem to matter much, however, when in the course of trying to find some meager resource against the wind and sand, it isn't just a vague pull that holds his attention, but something in his mind that rings all too familiar. At first, he brushes it off (this can't be right), then squints into the wind, as if that will change anything. Finally, when there's nothing left for his denial but to confirm it, he approaches, rough terrain and all. ]
Strange isn't the half of it.
[ Which is said as he realizes there's no room left for doubt at all. ]
Re: so abt those pyramids buddy
No, not it was not like either of those things. It was like nothing Erik could describe, no matter how well he knew the feeling. And there was only one reason he should have such a feeling.]
It is good to see a familiar face, old friend.
[He faces him, turning his back on the pyramids, and rubs the back of his neck, feeling intensely vulnerable in a way that he does not at all appreciate. A thousand questions bubble, but he does not give voice to any of them.
Not that it would make a difference, if Charles really wanted to know.]
There is not much else I have found that is familiar since arriving… here.
[The planet, the Ingress, all of it. All of it except the pyramids, and now Charles.]
no subject
Aiming for familiarity, my friend, is an exercise in futility.
[ To say the least. He's learned to take a measure of this in stride, but even the most seemingly familiar thing in the world can turn upside down with little prompting. The most obvious example of this stands right in front of him. There's no obvious measure of animosity, nor the waves of upset that, while they had fluctuated from day to day, were still very much like trying to tread too-high water. He doesn't need powers to understand the confusion, but underneath that is...nothing that he remembers.
Should he feel guilty about the relief that elicits? ]
What's the last thing you remember?
[ There's little else to do with that confusion but tackle it head-on. That, at the very least, makes sense, and isn't something he has to wonder how he feels or whether he should. The confusion is the familiarity. A staple. ]
no subject
I was preparing for a trip to Chile. Thought a change of scenery would be helpful.
[In truth, he had caught the trail of a nest of vile fascists that were to be eradicated. But Charles did not appreciate that kind of thing, and would try to talk him out of it. Which would not go well, and things were going well, so far. He finds himself wanting to make that last as long as possible, tenuous as it may be.
He turns his gaze back to his erstwhile partner. Confined to the wheelchair, so he had not succumbed to the needle again, which is good. The hair is odd. But if he needs a wig to feel whole, it was hardly the most damaging thing Charles has ever done to himself.
Another troubling thought threatens: was he one of those damaging things? Erik dismisses it. This is not the time for introspection.]
I don’t suppose you know how I might return. I would hate to miss my flight.
no subject
In the scheme of things it doesn't matter, either, does it? He's here, not in South America. It wouldn't do to press when there's nothing to discuss (or, knowing Erik, trying to convince him to change).
A change of scenery from what? still lingers in the back of his mind, but he tables it for the moment. ]
Unfortunately, no. If I knew, none of us would still be here.
[ And to think, once upon a time, Logan stalking into the mansion with some unbelievable story about time travel had been the strangest thing he'd ever heard. ]
no subject
We all have our vices.
What Charles says next is quite surprising. Erik’s brows raise slightly.] “Us”? I didn’t realize there were more. [He pauses and grimaces.] Please tell me you mean something other than the robots. [Or, if he's very lucky, humans.]
no subject
[ That's a different, long story. He offers something of a shrug, and continues then to push forward toward the looming structures, if only to get the hell out of the sand and avoid getting caught in a storm; it's honestly the last thing he wants to deal with right now...and ugh, sand in his hair? ]
I suppose I should have been clearer. By "us," I mean that in the way you would.
[ And he knows damned well there is no way to misinterpret that. Us. The situation itself extends beyond this in many different directions, some of which he hasn't even begun to understand. He does, however, know what context Erik will, and it's...a start. ]
We're not the only ones here, of course, but I'm hardly an expert in the multiverse.
no subject
If sentinels should reveal themselves, they will find it difficult to accomplish much.
[No arrogance in that, for once. Just the solid assurance that there is no man-made metal object that he cannot conquer. Charles turns toward the pyramids, and Erik hesitates just a moment before following. What is it about them that disturbs him so much? They inspire a feeling of dread he cannot name or shake.
Foolish.]
Multiverse. [A theory he had encountered, though one he hardly understood. His preferred area of physics was of the particle variety, not the quantum. He is certain that Charles does not know much more than he does about it, although if he was interested he could quickly master it.] I don’t suppose we’re lucky enough to be joined by somebody who has more expertise in that field than we do.
[Closer now, he realizes that Charles is not actually wearing a wig. Does that mean he is from a different… multiverse?
There’s more than one Charles?]
When you say we're not the only ones do you mean... Am I going to meet my doppleganger?
no subject
[ It may be said casually, but the same thing has been nagging at him for months now. Memories that aren't his own, behavior that isn't his own, a reputation he never built. A house he recognized and yet it lacked the same history. And now he's the one on the other side of this, the one with existing memories that are not that of his friend.
It will never not be strange to be faced with the reality of something only scarcely theorized in their time back home (or what Charles assumes must be their time, as much as he knows even that is more relative than makes sense to anyone).
He turns slowly in the chair, even as he continues to slowly move forward, to gauge his friend's reaction. ]
You've been here--with us, at least--and left again, and yet it wasn't you. I couldn't tell you if it allows for more than one at a time.
[ God, he hopes not. He doesn't want to meet himself--not again, that's too poorly associated with such a downturn in his life--nor does he particularly fancy the idea of Erik existing in more than a single capacity at a time: the world, whichever they're on at a time, may not survive it. ]
no subject
I suppose that’s for the best. Multiples would be… confusing.
[He walks with Charles because he isn’t quite sure what to do, and movement is preferable to standing still. He looks back at the structure, the Ingress. It is massive. He has so many questions, it is impossible to find a starting point. He feels a flash of anger, and clutches it like a lifeline.]
What is the purpose of all of this? Have we been exiled? Did the humans create this to be rid of us?
[Even as he speaks, he knows how ludicrous a suggestion it is. Nevertheless, he holds onto it. His anger rooting him to the ground, giving him solid footing on the shifting sand.]
no subject
[ It sounds biting and clipped, almost sarcastic when he absolutely isn't.
Erik, honestly. ]
The best explanation I've been given is an unhappy accident.