Multiversal 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 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 transit 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. Welcome to Avagi Station, your new home.
Avagi
A fixer upper opportunity:
Welcome to your new home! It’s a bit rough around the edges but it could be so much worse. Or that’s what you thought until you walked to your housing level and found the bathroom floating under three inches of water as a pipe gushes water. That’s definitely not what those pipes should be doing, you should probably try and get that fixed before your entire level is flooded. Who knows what sort of chaos all that water will play with Avagi’s support systems. Do you call for help or is someone going to find you trying to play amateur plumber with a roll of tape?
Are you afraid of the dark?:
There are different types of darkness that one has to deal with when they're living in space. There's the dim lighting of rarely used corridors, the shadows that lurk wherever they can find a place to hide. And you must never forget the swirling blackness of the storm that surrounds Avagi. Today you're dealing with a darkness you've been warned to expect. Some of your fellow residents are overhauling the electrical systems on board and told everyone that there was a chance there could be randomized blackouts.
The lights blink out without a sound, plunging you into darkness. Your eyes take a while to adjust and when they do everything seems a bit more… sinister. Sound travels differently in the dark, the quietest scratches and bumps echo louder in your ears and--
What was that ? Did that sound come from nearby? Did something just touch your leg? Maybe you should find someone before you get more paranoid. If it is paranoia, anyways.
Jeepers Creepers...:
The blackouts continue, spreading beyond isolated sections until they’re taking over entire blocks of the station and plunging everything into a more pervasive darkness. Wherever it spreads, a faint odor accompanies it along with a sudden burst of paranoia as everything seems more intense and slightly blurry at the same time. When the lights snap on the feeling of disorientation worsens and you struggle to focus when an intercom crackles to life blaring a warning you can barely understand. All you know is that something is wrong. And even worse, you know without a doubt that something, someone is coming to hurt you. As you see figures approaching, faces a blur of inhumanity marred by a mask to hide their identites you do the only thing you can in your panic.
You run.
Hopefully someone will be able to catch you and get you to clear air before you find a weapon and decide to stand your ground against them.
[Clara's learned not to fear the darkness. There's still sometimes where it bothers her, but she's not as afraid as she used to be. She used to need a hand to hold to move through pitch darkness, now she takes the time to appreciate her ability to go at it alone. That slight bit of appreciation is what keeps her from panic when the lights go out unannounced.
She's making her way through the corridors, attempting to learn the layout of her new home. With the lights out, exploring is near impossible. Add in the eerie sounds echoing about the area, and she's feeling on edge. She keeps moving forward, up until something hits her leg. Giving a startled yelp, she reacts by swinging that leg forward and kicking at whatever's there.
It's only after her foot comes in contact with someone or ends up ghosting through the air and causing her to stumble that she realizes someone else is lost in the darkness with her.]
Does this happen often? Seems like we need to find a better energy source to keep things running properly.
Jeepers Creepers:
[It's probably not a great idea that Clara managed to wedge a steel pipe off part of the wall. Especially since her paranoia is running at an all time high, and she's very nearly just taken someone's head off after the lights switched back on. She isn't sure why she feels the way she does, all that she knows is that she's certain she's in danger. After running herself into a corner, her fight instinct kicks back in.
The feel of cool metal against her back as she wedges her way into a corner doesn't do much to calm her. Everything's still hazy, vision blurred as a figure approaches. She squeezes her eyes shut tight and swings her pipe. Her arms are trembling, just like the rest of her. She isn't going to be able to make accurate swings, and just ends up clutching the stupid pipe close to her chest. Whatever's there is edging in nearer. Being disoriented and trying to handle the fear that's consumed her is making her a little frustrated.]
If someone takes a swing at your head, you don't move in closer!
[There's something soothing about the damp floors and metal walls of Avagi Station and doesn't that just make him feel all kinds of messed up. Reminds him some of Three Mile Island - a place he spent the better part of twenty years living in through no choice of his own. He'd think himself slightly insane if logic didn't dictate that comfort could be drawn from familiarity. Remy didn't like it, didn't prefer the similarities, but it was far better than the alternative. The unknown.
He steps through the darkness in search of another person or a strong drink. Preferably the latter, but the former he won't mind so much. Well, he'd thought that until a shoe comes in contact with his shin and sends a spark of pain through his leg.]
I've really got no idea now, miss.
[He hasn't been here long enough to form any solid opinions as to that state of things. Remy rubs his shin and takes a step away from the voice, for safety's sake of course.]
That's a mighty nice kick you've got there.
[Now Remy doesn't go making assumptions about a person by voice alone but it's all he's got to work with. He'll just have to apologize if he assumed the incorrect gender.]
[She winces when she realizes that she's just kicked what's likely an innocent man, just trying to find his way same as she is. She feels a little guilty, but his speaking catches her attention before she has too long to think on it.]
I -
[What he says combined with that charming accent of his makes her pause, when she can feel herself blushing. Thank goodness it's dim enough it's not really an issue.]
Sorry. With the lights the way they are, I'm a bit on edge. I didn't hurt you, did I?
[She'll feel really bad if she's managed to do some damage, but he sounds alright.]
[Remy tips his head to the side, eyes narrowed in the dim lighting. He can't make out much more than a general shape so while her overall demeanor would imply that she's not a threat, he can't be real sure of that yet. He gives her space and hopes she'll afford him the same luxury until the lights come back on.]
No, you sure didn't. [It stung, but the pain was fleeting. He's endured worse.] You think the lights going off are truly an equipment malfunction or something more sinister than that.
[He stretches out the last few words, a slight teasing cadence to his voice. Remy doesn't want to speculate on anyone's motives, but he'll be paranoid enough for the whole station.]
So what brings you to this fair.. rocket ship.
[He'll need some time to come to terms with where they are. Outer space.]
[ and indeed, she hits something solid (a bit bony, actually), and possibly scot.
while his night vision is certainly superior to a human's (if you ask him about it, anyway), the darkness is so deep and fell over them so suddenly that he still hasn't quite adjusted. it's not until she opens her mouth that he confirms what the short, roundish, kick-y shape in front of him really is. and then he so rudely interrupts her. ]
Clara, is that...? [ you can almost hear him squinting in the dark. but hesitance quickly morphs into: ] Clara!
[ —relief, almost delight. whatever he'd been doing before she literally bumped into him, concern for her had likely been at the forefront. he shuffles closer, pats her shoulder. ]
[Should she think it's weird that she knows it's him just by the how bony he is? She might have time to think that it's weird later. Right now all she feels is a crushing sense of relief.]
Doctor?
[He may be patting her shoulder, but she's excited to have found him here. And no nicely written cue card can prepare him for the way she ignores his need for personal space by wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. He's getting better at these things, he can handle it.]
You're rubbish at this staying together thing, you know.
[She actually hadn't even known he was here, but it's better to pretend that she did and act like he's the one that wandered and left her someplace. He usually is the wanderer.
At least her scolding is short lived, and soon she's grinning and pulling back. There's no point in making him squirm with a prolonged hug.]
[ predictably, he stiffens up as her arms find their way around him. but perhaps more due to the fact that he (literally) didn't see it coming than anything else; he doesn't protest at all. he is improving!
the doctor straightens up after, pulling on his jacket cuffs. ]
Me? It's not my fault, not this time! [ indignation! ] You weren't anywhere to be found, after I... woke up.
[ knocked out by a little multiversal travel... not terribly dignified. ]
I thought you might've stayed behind in the TARDIS.
[His thinking makes her laugh, but she has the decency to try and muffle it from behind her hand.]
Doctor, when have I ever stayed behind by choice?
[She won't bother touching whose fault this is, because it's likely both of their faults...somehow. Best not to focus on that. Instead, she focuses on the fact they both woke up here. There's a slightly more pressing matter they should be attending to.]
Forget that. If we both woke up here, where's the TARDIS?
[ well, it's not as though he had a choice not staying behind. the whole thing was on the involuntary side.
there's a distinct pause— ]
...I don't know. Still looking.
[ he can't. sense her at all, actually.
but he's trying not to make any unpleasant assumptions, not this early. ]
But don't worry, I've an idea.
[ now is the point when he helpfully remembers that torches exist and that he's got massive pockets that contain several varieties of torch. (a certified supergenius, at your service.)
and after a moment spent rummaging through them: let there be light. ]
[The way he pauses makes her feel incredibly unsettled. Typically she might press the matter until he admits something's off, but she's feeling a little on edge in a way that dampens her usual control freak tendencies. When he lights up his torch, he'll notice that her eyebrows are arched and she's waiting for something particularly helpful.
Light's a good start.]
Look at you, clever cog. Those pockets finally come in useful for something.
[Smiling, she kindly takes that torch right from him. She's the leader here, thank you very much.]
You've still got your screwdriver, yeah? Thinking we'll need it when we find the power generator.
he hardly seems to notice that she's taken the flashlight from him. he must be used to it. ]
Well, I could tell you where the power generator's not. [ sweeps his hand towards the corridor he came from. ] Er, I don't suppose you've procured a map? I haven't run across a single brochure yet.
[ he's already started heading in a different direction as he talks, soles clacking against the metal flooring. ]
[Something about this place is messing with her mind. It's almost as if she remembers it from another time, or some other adventure. But that isn't possible, is it? She almost looks a little confused as he sets off in a direction, and has to do a double take before hurrying off after him. ]
I'm half expecting a Dalek to be just around the corner.
[She sounds a little too giddy about the idea of that, and as she pulls ahead of him at a jog it's obvious the thrill of not knowing what's ahead excites her.]
But the thing is, I haven't seen any sign of danger here yet. Apart from a few people here and there, it's like no one's actually meant to be here. Not even Daleks. Which begs the question of why we ended up here in the first place. You don't remember landing here intentionally?
[ he flashes her a look at the mention of daleks. like she's going to give them ideas.
he contemplates pulling her back by the collar before she skips right into the maw of anything unsafe, but resists the urge. ]
I remember... [ his gaze shifts to the walls, watching the torchlight shadows slide across them (eerie, but still preferable to pitch blackness) ] you, answering the TARDIS phone. Don't you? And the next thing I knew—
[ waves a hand vaguely at everything. ]
Sort of like that time with the bank, but I'd have noticed a memory worm. And I haven't asked myself to rob anything yet, so actually it's not like that at all.
But we should probably stop answering phones, to be on the safe side.
[ he may be avoiding the question of 'why' at the moment. ]
[She laughs at that, and shines the light in her face so he can see the way she rolls her eyes. The longer they keep going, the more at ease she seems. It's almost as if the potential danger here isn't registering with her, or it's ignored completely.]
Next time, I'm planning date night.
[She teases him, knowing that ought to make him squirm. Regardless of if it does, she bounds on up ahead, until she reaches a dead end. It's a door she can't seem to get open. Clearly the solution is to beat her palm against it, like it will force it open.]
There isn't any need to worry about space stations when you're visiting Jane Austen.
[ date night. he doesn't squirm so much as sputter, a half-formed objection that doesn't quite achieve coherence. he gives up on it as she starts pounding on the door. ]
—You should know better than to assume Jane Austen's never been on a space station.
Stop hitting that.
[ he steps up beside her, slipping his sunglasses on. perhaps not the most sensible form of eyewear for a dark hallway, but he hasn't got an alternative.
they buzz their distinctive buzz and he thinks 'unlock' at the door. but he's looking at her, sidelong. noting, once again, how okay she seems with what's an objectively rather un-okay situation.
he's been keeping a mental list, and it's getting very long indeed. ]
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clara oswald | doctor who
[Clara's learned not to fear the darkness. There's still sometimes where it bothers her, but she's not as afraid as she used to be. She used to need a hand to hold to move through pitch darkness, now she takes the time to appreciate her ability to go at it alone. That slight bit of appreciation is what keeps her from panic when the lights go out unannounced.
She's making her way through the corridors, attempting to learn the layout of her new home. With the lights out, exploring is near impossible. Add in the eerie sounds echoing about the area, and she's feeling on edge. She keeps moving forward, up until something hits her leg. Giving a startled yelp, she reacts by swinging that leg forward and kicking at whatever's there.
It's only after her foot comes in contact with someone or ends up ghosting through the air and causing her to stumble that she realizes someone else is lost in the darkness with her.]
Does this happen often? Seems like we need to find a better energy source to keep things running properly.
Jeepers Creepers:
[It's probably not a great idea that Clara managed to wedge a steel pipe off part of the wall. Especially since her paranoia is running at an all time high, and she's very nearly just taken someone's head off after the lights switched back on. She isn't sure why she feels the way she does, all that she knows is that she's certain she's in danger. After running herself into a corner, her fight instinct kicks back in.
The feel of cool metal against her back as she wedges her way into a corner doesn't do much to calm her. Everything's still hazy, vision blurred as a figure approaches. She squeezes her eyes shut tight and swings her pipe. Her arms are trembling, just like the rest of her. She isn't going to be able to make accurate swings, and just ends up clutching the stupid pipe close to her chest. Whatever's there is edging in nearer. Being disoriented and trying to handle the fear that's consumed her is making her a little frustrated.]
If someone takes a swing at your head, you don't move in closer!
are you afraid of the dark
He steps through the darkness in search of another person or a strong drink. Preferably the latter, but the former he won't mind so much. Well, he'd thought that until a shoe comes in contact with his shin and sends a spark of pain through his leg.]
I've really got no idea now, miss.
[He hasn't been here long enough to form any solid opinions as to that state of things. Remy rubs his shin and takes a step away from the voice, for safety's sake of course.]
That's a mighty nice kick you've got there.
[Now Remy doesn't go making assumptions about a person by voice alone but it's all he's got to work with. He'll just have to apologize if he assumed the incorrect gender.]
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I -
[What he says combined with that charming accent of his makes her pause, when she can feel herself blushing. Thank goodness it's dim enough it's not really an issue.]
Sorry. With the lights the way they are, I'm a bit on edge. I didn't hurt you, did I?
[She'll feel really bad if she's managed to do some damage, but he sounds alright.]
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No, you sure didn't. [It stung, but the pain was fleeting. He's endured worse.] You think the lights going off are truly an equipment malfunction or something more sinister than that.
[He stretches out the last few words, a slight teasing cadence to his voice. Remy doesn't want to speculate on anyone's motives, but he'll be paranoid enough for the whole station.]
So what brings you to this fair.. rocket ship.
[He'll need some time to come to terms with where they are. Outer space.]
afraid of the dark
[ and indeed, she hits something solid (a bit bony, actually), and possibly scot.
while his night vision is certainly superior to a human's (if you ask him about it, anyway), the darkness is so deep and fell over them so suddenly that he still hasn't quite adjusted. it's not until she opens her mouth that he confirms what the short, roundish, kick-y shape in front of him really is. and then he so rudely interrupts her. ]
Clara, is that...? [ you can almost hear him squinting in the dark. but hesitance quickly morphs into: ] Clara!
[ —relief, almost delight. whatever he'd been doing before she literally bumped into him, concern for her had likely been at the forefront. he shuffles closer, pats her shoulder. ]
There you are!
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Doctor?
[He may be patting her shoulder, but she's excited to have found him here. And no nicely written cue card can prepare him for the way she ignores his need for personal space by wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. He's getting better at these things, he can handle it.]
You're rubbish at this staying together thing, you know.
[She actually hadn't even known he was here, but it's better to pretend that she did and act like he's the one that wandered and left her someplace. He usually is the wanderer.
At least her scolding is short lived, and soon she's grinning and pulling back. There's no point in making him squirm with a prolonged hug.]
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the doctor straightens up after, pulling on his jacket cuffs. ]
Me? It's not my fault, not this time! [ indignation! ] You weren't anywhere to be found, after I... woke up.
[ knocked out by a little multiversal travel... not terribly dignified. ]
I thought you might've stayed behind in the TARDIS.
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Doctor, when have I ever stayed behind by choice?
[She won't bother touching whose fault this is, because it's likely both of their faults...somehow. Best not to focus on that. Instead, she focuses on the fact they both woke up here. There's a slightly more pressing matter they should be attending to.]
Forget that. If we both woke up here, where's the TARDIS?
no subject
there's a distinct pause— ]
...I don't know. Still looking.
[ he can't. sense her at all, actually.
but he's trying not to make any unpleasant assumptions, not this early. ]
But don't worry, I've an idea.
[ now is the point when he helpfully remembers that torches exist and that he's got massive pockets that contain several varieties of torch. (a certified supergenius, at your service.)
and after a moment spent rummaging through them: let there be light. ]
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Light's a good start.]
Look at you, clever cog. Those pockets finally come in useful for something.
[Smiling, she kindly takes that torch right from him. She's the leader here, thank you very much.]
You've still got your screwdriver, yeah? Thinking we'll need it when we find the power generator.
no subject
he hardly seems to notice that she's taken the flashlight from him. he must be used to it. ]
Well, I could tell you where the power generator's not. [ sweeps his hand towards the corridor he came from. ] Er, I don't suppose you've procured a map? I haven't run across a single brochure yet.
[ he's already started heading in a different direction as he talks, soles clacking against the metal flooring. ]
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[Something about this place is messing with her mind. It's almost as if she remembers it from another time, or some other adventure. But that isn't possible, is it? She almost looks a little confused as he sets off in a direction, and has to do a double take before hurrying off after him. ]
I'm half expecting a Dalek to be just around the corner.
[She sounds a little too giddy about the idea of that, and as she pulls ahead of him at a jog it's obvious the thrill of not knowing what's ahead excites her.]
But the thing is, I haven't seen any sign of danger here yet. Apart from a few people here and there, it's like no one's actually meant to be here. Not even Daleks. Which begs the question of why we ended up here in the first place. You don't remember landing here intentionally?
no subject
he contemplates pulling her back by the collar before she skips right into the maw of anything unsafe, but resists the urge. ]
I remember... [ his gaze shifts to the walls, watching the torchlight shadows slide across them (eerie, but still preferable to pitch blackness) ] you, answering the TARDIS phone. Don't you? And the next thing I knew—
[ waves a hand vaguely at everything. ]
Sort of like that time with the bank, but I'd have noticed a memory worm. And I haven't asked myself to rob anything yet, so actually it's not like that at all.
But we should probably stop answering phones, to be on the safe side.
[ he may be avoiding the question of 'why' at the moment. ]
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Next time, I'm planning date night.
[She teases him, knowing that ought to make him squirm. Regardless of if it does, she bounds on up ahead, until she reaches a dead end. It's a door she can't seem to get open. Clearly the solution is to beat her palm against it, like it will force it open.]
There isn't any need to worry about space stations when you're visiting Jane Austen.
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—You should know better than to assume Jane Austen's never been on a space station.
Stop hitting that.
[ he steps up beside her, slipping his sunglasses on. perhaps not the most sensible form of eyewear for a dark hallway, but he hasn't got an alternative.
they buzz their distinctive buzz and he thinks 'unlock' at the door. but he's looking at her, sidelong. noting, once again, how okay she seems with what's an objectively rather un-okay situation.
he's been keeping a mental list, and it's getting very long indeed. ]