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.
[Hey, the screaming was supposed to act like a siren, you know? Get out of the way, emergency Ant Man coming through!
Guess not. ]
Well, I didn't stop to get its name or anything, but I was definitely getting some kind of horror movie vibe. You know, Wes Craven horror. Not, like, Sharknado.
[Clearly he has done research. On horror movies at any rate.]
[He says something that makes her laugh, even as she slowly sits up and starts to rub at the back of her head. There's a knot there, a nice tender spot that makes her wince as she touches at it.]
You're from Earth, then? Just a guess, what with the Sharknado and all.
[That's what's important to her here. They can get back to the horror movie vibe in a second.]
[Don't worry, LA, he's here to carry your legacy into spaaaaaace.
Which reminds him--when you're getting chased by shady characters in LA, you keep your feet on the street. He'll help her up and it is time to go...in some direction. ]
[She's a little slow, what with the being dazed and everything. But she grabs his hand and lets him drag her along. It's much easier that way.]
London, in case the accent doesn't give it away.
[It's so dark, she has no idea how he knows where he's going. She gets the feeling they're going to be doing a lot of aimless running here.]
We need to find the source of energy here. A generator or something. The last space station I was on that lost power, everyone very nearly died when it was dark like this.
[It is much easier this way, and while Scott is no Captain America when it comes to leadership, when it comes to Booking the Hell Away from Danger? He's your huckleberry. ]
Yeah? So what's it feel like to be slumming it with an American felon, huh? {Scott Lang knows how to put himself out there right. Best foot forward!]
Good thing I'm an engineer, right? [No, seriously. He is. ] I'm guessing there will be MORE creepy shit in that direction? That's the logic of these things, normally.
I've just spent years traveling with a runaway felon from another planet. You're better off letting me lead the way.
[She knows how these types are, needing a nice bossy person to help keep them on the right path. She laughs as she hurries on ahead to take the lead, trying to drag him along after her.]
Also, pretty sure there's creepy things all over. It's like a ghost story, without the pottery wheel and terrible music.
Hey! I'll have you know I have an excellent sense of direction!
[Just ask Luis. But let's be legit. This is his first time demonstrating his Awesome Directional Skills in Outer Space. Maybe...] I'm a gentleman, though, so, you know, lead the way. Ladies first.
[That probably means ladies first into danger, but hey, he's got this--he's got a few Pym disks. Anything try to attack his new friend is going to find themselves miniaturized.]
Why are these places never haunted by happy ghosts who want to tell you what a great job you're doing?
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Guess not. ]
Well, I didn't stop to get its name or anything, but I was definitely getting some kind of horror movie vibe. You know, Wes Craven horror. Not, like, Sharknado.
[Clearly he has done research. On horror movies at any rate.]
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You're from Earth, then? Just a guess, what with the Sharknado and all.
[That's what's important to her here. They can get back to the horror movie vibe in a second.]
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[Don't worry, LA, he's here to carry your legacy into spaaaaaace.
Which reminds him--when you're getting chased by shady characters in LA, you keep your feet on the street. He'll help her up and it is time to go...in some direction. ]
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London, in case the accent doesn't give it away.
[It's so dark, she has no idea how he knows where he's going. She gets the feeling they're going to be doing a lot of aimless running here.]
We need to find the source of energy here. A generator or something. The last space station I was on that lost power, everyone very nearly died when it was dark like this.
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Yeah? So what's it feel like to be slumming it with an American felon, huh? {Scott Lang knows how to put himself out there right. Best foot forward!]
Good thing I'm an engineer, right? [No, seriously. He is. ] I'm guessing there will be MORE creepy shit in that direction? That's the logic of these things, normally.
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[Hold up, buddy. Her heels dig in a little.]
I've just spent years traveling with a runaway felon from another planet. You're better off letting me lead the way.
[She knows how these types are, needing a nice bossy person to help keep them on the right path. She laughs as she hurries on ahead to take the lead, trying to drag him along after her.]
Also, pretty sure there's creepy things all over. It's like a ghost story, without the pottery wheel and terrible music.
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[Just ask Luis. But let's be legit. This is his first time demonstrating his Awesome Directional Skills in Outer Space. Maybe...] I'm a gentleman, though, so, you know, lead the way. Ladies first.
[That probably means ladies first into danger, but hey, he's got this--he's got a few Pym disks. Anything try to attack his new friend is going to find themselves miniaturized.]
Why are these places never haunted by happy ghosts who want to tell you what a great job you're doing?