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.
[ fixer upper ] Something smelled significantly off, something smelled moldy, nasty, moist, and full of potential fungus––
and it wasn’t her. That’s for damn sure.
Ellie took about three steps down the hallway before her sneaker squished down on some wet carpet and her face grimaced with the icky feeling of her high hopes come crashing down into the depths of ironic comedy. She lifted her foot and gasped with a hand out to the wall to keep her steady. “This fucking sucks.” She said to no one in particular before she stepped down again. A moment to collect her composure before she moved further down the hall and with each squirting step she made it closer and closer to the source of the flood. The bathroom door was open and the trickling of water came to her ears before she found the sight of it. “Nice.” She fussed with her bottom lip before she shifted her hips and pulled her hand off the wall and gripped the frame of the bathroom door.
It was about a good few minutes of staring at the otherwise pristine bathroom before she turned from the sight and walked right out her newly acquired flat and even newer abandoned residence to test her luck on the doors to (hopefully) vacant and unlocked flats. Each door she came to she gave the knob a good jostling to try and enter.
[ are you afraid of the dark? ] It wasn’t too long before Ellie came across an unlocked door and empty apartment to accommodate her better than the leaking assigned one. Of course there was always the possibility that someone lived here, but she’d take that chance with a switchblade tucked beneath her hip as she lounged on the couch. It’d been hours upon hours of binge watching the network, old posts included, while she helped herself to some packaged food from the pantry in the kitchen. Eventually she passed out to a voice post from last month talking about the magic of tacos. She had a bag of crisps opened on her lap and crumbs over her stomach and her bag to the floor next to the couch and supporting her resting hand.
The power outage was nothing to her, having been asleep, but what did stir her away was the feel of something tugging on her leg.
Ellie startled awake and gripped for her switchblade before she pulled back her leg to her chest and raised her arm with the four inch blade stabbing in the dark.
Adam had been skulking around for almost twenty minutes; passing through hallways, various private and public spaces, tracking everyone who was moving and a few who weren't. He was becoming paranoid although that wasn't a new feeling and he didn't actually think too much about it. The next room he sneaked into was occupied, as a few others had been, although unlike the others there was a kid in here asleep on the couch.
For a few minutes he went through the rooms to find anything useful. It wasn't until he was on his way out that he realized that these rooms were not for a family, nor for a teen aged girl. This girl didn't belong here. Maybe she was visiting a family friend or something? Adam frowned as he stared down at the girl in the darkness and wondered. He looked at her bag and the food she'd been munching on.
He finally decided that he had to solve this mystery and the quickest way to do that was to ask her what the hell she was doing in here, even if it didn't belong to him either. Adam moved forward and nudged at her leg with one boot. The leg twitched so fast out of the way he nearly missed the movement of her arm in the darkness. Lucky for him, the blade pierced through his shirt sleeve and clinked uselessly against his metal arm. That would have been a nasty gash otherwise.
What she didn't expect was for her pocket knife to kickback like a wild buck fighting her attempts to mount it. It was a familiar shock to her as she took a moment to stare dumbly ahead, through the dark, at a mess of shapes that came together to form one big asshole.
"What the...!" Her knife dropped between her hand and his body and she brought her hand up to shake it while her other hand shot forward to smack at his head before she would attempt to grab her backpack and run. Hell, she had no clue who's apartment she woke up in, as she went to sleep in it considering the flat to be hers!
Her hand throbbed with something wet and cold but she was far too pumped with adrenaline to notice the gash from her pocket knife to her own palm. At the moment she was bee-lining for the door.
"Hey, stop! You're going to get yourself killed, kid!" Adam started after her although even though he was risking that knife stabbing into his face or making another hole in his clothes. The girl was surprisingly fast, just as her quick kick and stab had been surprisingly fast. He hadn't seen those kind of reflexes in any teen before, not that he could remember anyway.
The immediate concern for her well-being was passed, and a second later he became angry and picked up his pace.
"Get back here!" he called after her. She reached the door first, although Adam spilled out into the hallway a few seconds later and grabbed at her arm. If he caught her, he would pull her to a stop and keep her there.
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Ellie + Last of Us + Get you some.
[ fixer upper ]
Something smelled significantly off, something smelled moldy, nasty, moist, and full of potential fungus––
and it wasn’t her. That’s for damn sure.
Ellie took about three steps down the hallway before her sneaker squished down on some wet carpet and her face grimaced with the icky feeling of her high hopes come crashing down into the depths of ironic comedy. She lifted her foot and gasped with a hand out to the wall to keep her steady. “This fucking sucks.” She said to no one in particular before she stepped down again. A moment to collect her composure before she moved further down the hall and with each squirting step she made it closer and closer to the source of the flood. The bathroom door was open and the trickling of water came to her ears before she found the sight of it. “Nice.” She fussed with her bottom lip before she shifted her hips and pulled her hand off the wall and gripped the frame of the bathroom door.
It was about a good few minutes of staring at the otherwise pristine bathroom before she turned from the sight and walked right out her newly acquired flat and even newer abandoned residence to test her luck on the doors to (hopefully) vacant and unlocked flats. Each door she came to she gave the knob a good jostling to try and enter.
[ are you afraid of the dark? ]
It wasn’t too long before Ellie came across an unlocked door and empty apartment to accommodate her better than the leaking assigned one. Of course there was always the possibility that someone lived here, but she’d take that chance with a switchblade tucked beneath her hip as she lounged on the couch. It’d been hours upon hours of binge watching the network, old posts included, while she helped herself to some packaged food from the pantry in the kitchen. Eventually she passed out to a voice post from last month talking about the magic of tacos. She had a bag of crisps opened on her lap and crumbs over her stomach and her bag to the floor next to the couch and supporting her resting hand.
The power outage was nothing to her, having been asleep, but what did stir her away was the feel of something tugging on her leg.
Ellie startled awake and gripped for her switchblade before she pulled back her leg to her chest and raised her arm with the four inch blade stabbing in the dark.
[ are you afraid of the dark? ]
For a few minutes he went through the rooms to find anything useful. It wasn't until he was on his way out that he realized that these rooms were not for a family, nor for a teen aged girl. This girl didn't belong here. Maybe she was visiting a family friend or something? Adam frowned as he stared down at the girl in the darkness and wondered. He looked at her bag and the food she'd been munching on.
He finally decided that he had to solve this mystery and the quickest way to do that was to ask her what the hell she was doing in here, even if it didn't belong to him either. Adam moved forward and nudged at her leg with one boot. The leg twitched so fast out of the way he nearly missed the movement of her arm in the darkness. Lucky for him, the blade pierced through his shirt sleeve and clinked uselessly against his metal arm. That would have been a nasty gash otherwise.
"Hey, take it easy!"
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"What the...!" Her knife dropped between her hand and his body and she brought her hand up to shake it while her other hand shot forward to smack at his head before she would attempt to grab her backpack and run. Hell, she had no clue who's apartment she woke up in, as she went to sleep in it considering the flat to be hers!
Her hand throbbed with something wet and cold but she was far too pumped with adrenaline to notice the gash from her pocket knife to her own palm. At the moment she was bee-lining for the door.
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The immediate concern for her well-being was passed, and a second later he became angry and picked up his pace.
"Get back here!" he called after her. She reached the door first, although Adam spilled out into the hallway a few seconds later and grabbed at her arm. If he caught her, he would pull her to a stop and keep her there.