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.
[ He definitely notes that sudden shift in tone from the "droid," which is a big enough cue that this definitely isn't one of those he's used to (size not withstanding) when the droids he builds (and even truer of the ones they'd fought all those years ago on Naboo) usually sound much flatter in tone. Obviously authentic. He doesn't get that here, and it's definitely...strange.
Anakin's face screws up in confusion, and he shakes his head. ]
Is that a name where you're from?
[ "Droid" or something different, it still feels like a valid question. He's still shying away from the lights flashed in his direction, so it's difficult to tell either way. ]
[It's a lot shorter than the last time he'd seen him. But this is him, right? This s Anakin. Unless there's some weird clone of him running around or twin or something.]
[ He's stuck out here in a dark corridor that feels...wrong (maybe not "evil" but definitely off) staring into some giant droid's blinding lights, and the thing is bringing up his hair? ]
What about it? All Jedi Padawans have it cut like this.
[ That part he's definitely never cared too much about. Not beyond the sense of belonging that comes with it, anyway. Hair grows back, usually. It's short and out of the way, and he can worry about it later when the Council finally, finally decides to ever let him move on. ]
If I'm supposed to remember you, wouldn't that be obvious?
[ It isn't exactly the kindest way to say "no chance," but he does think he has a pretty solid point. He's looked like this for ten years now, wouldn't someone who's (supposedly) already met him know that? The situation just gets stranger and stranger, and he frowns. Something here--beyond the obvious--is definitely Not Right. ]
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thisavrou_ooc2017-10-20 12:31 am
sorry not sorry
[Some of the flatness disappears from his voice. If only because he's... recognizing that voice. Abruptly. It isn't exactly the same, but still.]
[He squints.]
... dude.
Is that you?
[Sideswipe maybe it would help if you said the guy's name.]
<3
[ He definitely notes that sudden shift in tone from the "droid," which is a big enough cue that this definitely isn't one of those he's used to (size not withstanding) when the droids he builds (and even truer of the ones they'd fought all those years ago on Naboo) usually sound much flatter in tone. Obviously authentic. He doesn't get that here, and it's definitely...strange.
Anakin's face screws up in confusion, and he shakes his head. ]
Is that a name where you're from?
[ "Droid" or something different, it still feels like a valid question. He's still shying away from the lights flashed in his direction, so it's difficult to tell either way. ]
no subject
[It's a lot shorter than the last time he'd seen him. But this is him, right? This s Anakin. Unless there's some weird clone of him running around or twin or something.]
[Could humans have twins?]
You don't... remember me?
no subject
[ He's stuck out here in a dark corridor that feels...wrong (maybe not "evil" but definitely off) staring into some giant droid's blinding lights, and the thing is bringing up his hair? ]
What about it? All Jedi Padawans have it cut like this.
[ That part he's definitely never cared too much about. Not beyond the sense of belonging that comes with it, anyway. Hair grows back, usually. It's short and out of the way, and he can worry about it later when the Council finally, finally decides to ever let him move on. ]
If I'm supposed to remember you, wouldn't that be obvious?
[ It isn't exactly the kindest way to say "no chance," but he does think he has a pretty solid point. He's looked like this for ten years now, wouldn't someone who's (supposedly) already met him know that? The situation just gets stranger and stranger, and he frowns. Something here--beyond the obvious--is definitely Not Right. ]