February Test Drive Meme

[savmods]

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. New arrivals are, of course, welcome to explore the various locations around the station. Additionally everyone is provided with a communicator in case they want to pose any questions to the population already residing on Avagi.

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Moon 900CA1

Like every city has a junkyard, this universe is littered with (mostly) uninhabited planets or moons that are being used for the same purpose. Welcome to one of the many universal "dump sites" of the galaxy. Moon 900CA1 is one of many, a celestial body belonging to the planet of Ploria, and as this area of the universe is technologically advanced in comparison to others, so is a majority of the junk left here. There is a haze encompassing this moon and breathing masks are needed for anyone who decides to visit the surface. Every inch of ground is covered in debris, various spacecrafts, and machines. Some of it is piled higher than one can see over if standing at the bottom. spare parts: What’s even better than having to trade precious goods or services for the equipment that the station so desperately needs? Getting them for free. Well, free with the added ingredient of elbow-grease. Stocking up spare parts is a must when traveling the universe. This planet is brimming with discarded ships, machines, vehicles, and all manners of "outdated" technology. You’ve been given a list of things to keep an eye out for while you’re out shopping but feel free to pick up something for yourself. After all, one species’ trash might be your coolest thing ever. build-a-thing: While it’s clear that most of the visitors here are scavenging or looting, there are a very small number of booths scattered throughout where vendors have set up shop. Is there something you need or want? New jet-propulsion space shoes? A small flying craft? A robot? These vendors will use scrap parts that you’ve found and brought to them, for a small fee of course, to build it for you. Be sure to bring the best parts that you can because you’ll only get the highest quality that you’ve provided. trash junkies:: Such large stacks of trash are bound to shift and move over time, it’s simply a natural part of this moon’s gravity fluctuations, but why is it that the movements are perfectly in sync with every step you take? You move, the debris moves. You stop, the junk stills. If you choose to investigate, or get too close too quickly, you’ll discover that you aren’t alone in your scavenging. Creatures, varying anywhere between a foot to over ten feet tall, dive and sort through the debris. They are diligent in their searches and shy away from organic contact of any kind. If you have anything that they deem of value in your hands, they’ll wait until your back is turned and then try to take it from you. On the plus side, they don't seem too dangerous? moon tomb: Those who choose not to wear a breathing mask will notice a horrible and overwhelming scent wafting gently on the wind. It’s a scent that is familiar, but you can’t quite place it. At first. The ACE devices coordinate with your respiratory functions, and a small notice will flash across the screen: High concentration of decomposing organic material. Some will know what this means and head back to the portals immediately. Those who don’t, or are too curious, will follow their ACEs to areas with much higher concentration levels and stumble across an equally common occurrence on these kind of disposal planets: bodies, of varying species, discarded for one reason or another. There are thousands of them spread out among the refuse, and the further you explore, the longer your ACE warns of exposure to elements of disease. Now might be the time to turn back...

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charles xavier ( x-men. )

[mentis]

a. spare parts

( The man currently picking his way through a discarded ship definitely looks the part. His canary yellow and ocean blue leather suit certainly wouldn't be strange on any extraterrestrial, and the way his hand drifts to his temple every so often would punctuate that. It's not a human trait. But in actual fact, he is. And he's very lost right now, wreckage notwithstanding.

If only he could catch a glimpse of the people he left behind on a Cuban beach.

If only he knew they were safe.

Charles Xavier is on two legs as he scrambles over the scrap, but that doesn't mean he's elegant. In fact, he slides haphazardly down the hull, cursing up a storm, dark hair plastered on his forehead with sweat, palms scraped as he tries to catch himself. ) Fuck.

( It's emphatic. He has a headache. )

Bollock, buggering, fucking shit.

( He isn't great at this. He belongs in a classroom. )

b. trash junkies

( He's losing his mind. There's no doubt about it. Because he's fairly certain the piles of rubbish around him are moving. They stop every time he does, and after the fourth time he ends up scrubbing the heels of his hands into his eyes, sighing with exhaustion. )

Get it together, Xavier.

( Blinking the burst of colour out of his eyes, he spares the nearest debris hill a closer glance, moving towards it in sweaty leather and heavy boots. Whatever he's expecting, it's not some sort of metallic arachnid. In a panic, one hand reaches out in supplication, the other drifts towards his temples. He's never met a robot before. Of course he can't read one. )

I mean you no harm.

( That isn't helping. )

c. network

un: xavier.
Does this thing really transmit to everyone on the planet?

Actually, I suppose I mean moon.

( It's like Cerebro, but also ... not. )

d. wildcard

hit me up with anything. i'm at athosing or on discord under Sarah#9964 if you want to hash something out.

a

[ex_bossily211]

[Speaking of people who belong in classrooms, his little curse storm and the sound of his sliding down the hull catches the attention of Clara. She's busy scavenging and rifling what she can, carefully placing items into her messenger bag. Hearing that she has company in this particular area is enough to make her curious, and she pops up out of nowhere to make her way on over to him.

A familiar face is what causes her to take pause and cautiously approach. After losing people that are important to her,
she's not sure if she wants to have ghosts come back to haunt her just yet.]

Are you hurt?

[mentis]

Only my pride.

( He didn't expect someone quite so pretty to come to his rescue. Actually, he's not sure what he expected. Charles ineffectually wipes the dust and dirt from his hands onto his hideous uniform before offering Clara a dazzling smile.

He's fine, this is all fine. )

This just isn't how I thought my day would end. ( A pause as he squints against the metal ship. ) Or where, actually.

b

[magneticfields]

[ As disgusting as the junk moon is, Erik is finding aspects of it that he very much appreciates. Being surrounded by metals of so many worlds is enough to make him dizzy. So many ores and alloys he never gets to manipulate, in quantities that don't even exist on Earth. It's intoxicating.

The junk piles following him are mostly harmless, so he ignores them. If any get too close, either to him or the slowly rotating, floating ball of scrap metal he is trailing behind him, he simply raises a field to repel them. Before long he realizes that when they touch the field it makes a sound like a bug zapper, which amuses him more than it should. But he'll take whatever levity he can find. The last few months have been a strain, to say the least.

He feels it. That painfully gentle, familiar touch in his mind. Which is impossible. Of all the places in this fucking universe for him to be, he can't be here.

He can't.

Erik doesn't scramble over the hill, exactly, but he does moves swiftly. He freezes when he sees him. That damned uniform. Why did Hank ever think that primary colors were an acceptable choice.

Erik takes off his breathing mask, the stench of the place not enough to draw his attention away. He swallows. And then smiles in a way that doesn't quite cover up his despair. ]

Hello, old friend.

[mentis]

( Charles can still feel the phantom pain that had emanated from Shaw's mind as he died, his veins still fizzing with the very same impotent fury, heart hurting with every beat. It seems silly now, to have wished for a different outcome. He'd always known, of course, that Erik had a plan, that he wouldn't be satisfied until he enacted his revenge.

But he'd hoped - foolishly - that he'd find some way to change his mind.

That anger leaves him in an abrupt rage when Charles feels his companion at the edges of his mind. Instead of balling his fists, he lets out a ragged breath, scanning the horizon to find where the other man is coming from. His own smile is soft, eyes bright even in the dirt around them. )

Erik.

( He moves to approach him, reach out, but there's something puzzled in the furrow between his brows. His gaze sweeps earnestly over the other man's face, the wrinkles that hadn't been there the days before, the heaviness that sits on him like a shroud. )

What --?

( He looks older. ) Something's happened.

c

[shadowblends]

[a wave of excitement washes over kurt as soon as he sees the name. he knows he shouldn't get overzealous, but he can't help himself, if this is the same xavier that he believes it to be. everyone always says not to hold your breath; at this point, he's willing to risk turning (more) blue.]

it does.
there's also the choice to use voice and video or send messages privately to people.

a! \o/

[personify]

[He might catch a glimpse of his dear old sister in his mind. Although, she's not the same as she was... so he might be forgiven for not immediately recognizing her mind in the sea of voices in this trash heap.]

[Raven is looking as he might expect her to, blonde and oh so normal except for the mask they've given her to wear while on this planet. But her look is not by choice anymore than it had been when she'd been his sister. It's because she didn't want to be bothered with irritating questions. She's picking through a pile of what she thinks are old computers. She's lifting up a small tablet of some kind, but the language on it doesn't look to be English or any language Raven has ever seen- when she hears it. The cursing.

And then her eyes spot the man in the yellow and blue jumpsuit... falling down a trash hill in the distance. She blinks several times in disbelief. And then her feet are moving of their own accord. Charles? He's here too. But that outfit. He's walking. It's too much to process and accept in the small amount of time between when she seems him and when she'll finally reach him.]

c: network (let's not break him with face twin stuff juuuust yet)

[that_cost]

It does. Welcome to the chaos. I'm Charlie.

b

[possidetur]

Why that I am very much glad for.

( vanessa assumes that he's talking to her rather than the strange moving metal beast. when it catches her eye she takes a step backwards, confused by the simple fact that it's moving )

Though that I'm not certain for.

( what is it, how does it move? is it really metal, or something more from the demimonde? )

Raven Darkholme | X-men Cinematic Universe | ota

[personify]

a. arrival

[It takes far too long for Raven to permanently grab hold of consciousness. She wakes several times in the course of what may have been hours, but very well could be longer. Whatever had happened had left its toll on her body and when she sits up her vision swirls and she nearly falls right back down where she's been laying.]

[Nausea keeps hitting her in waves, but she forces her way through it to stand. Someone must have put the white hospital like gown on her while she's been sleeping. Perhaps to save her modesty? Raven is, after all, not always in the habit of wearing clothes when she's in her natural form. Where was she?]


b. observation station

[This isn't going to be an easy transition for Raven. She's not sure what to make of this place. Is it all a trick? The story that they are in space is hard to argue. Raven steps close to the edge of the force field that is the only thing between herself and the vacuum of space beyond it. It's beautiful, yet terrifying all the same.]

[If anyone comes in to have a look or to make use of the conference table, they won't find a blue skinned shapeshifter. Instead, blonde locks are draping her oval pale face. Her outfit is a simple blue dress, a small reference to her true self. She's hiding herself until she's more sure of this place.]


c. exploring- spare parts

[Eventually her curiosity does get the better of her and Raven decides to venture to the planet's surface. She's still sticking with her blonde persona, just to save on any potential questions on her species. Just another human on this alien planet. Adjusting the mask they've given her, Raven's not sure what she's even looking for. What does she even needs to make life more comfortable on the space station? She trudges through the pile of trash, pick up one thing after another only to ultimately toss it aside.]

[Is there any inch of this place that isn't trash? What might it have looked like before? Could it have been like the Earth's moon once?]


d. Network- un:darkholme

How long have others been here? And how many of you have attempted to go back home?

[Raven doesn't particularly enjoy the thought of being stuck on this space station for long. She's already hoping for a means of escape. Not that she particularly enjoys Earth. But it's the principal of the thing. She wants where she is to be her decision. No one elses.]


e. wildcard!

[ooc: PM or hit me up at owemeoneperogi if you want to do something else specific! ]

b

[shadowblends]

[nightcrawler comes to the observation deck more often than he'd like to admit. despite the fact they're trapped in space, he likes to stare out past the force-field, watch the little blips of light flickering here and there.

he's not expecting to run into someone he recognizes, and especially not mystique of all people.

at first, the blue boy is unsure, hesitating in the doorway while he silently eyes the woman. then, after soothing his nerves enough to step into the area, he finally speaks:] Raven? [he inquires tentatively. if he's wrong, she'll simply turn around and correct him, but if he's right ...]

b

[magneticfields]

[ Erik doesn't go to Observation every day. But he does quite frequently. Possibly too frequently. Something about the storm fascinates him as much as it terrifies him. He doesn't understand it, what is causing it or what it can do, but he tracks it all the same. Taking notes that he can't understand is almost a meditative practice, and often one where he is able to find some blessed peace. Observation is not the most popular place for leisure time, and when others are there they tend to keep to themselves.

He sees the young woman when he gets there, of course. He assumes she's Charlie. The color of her dress gives him a pang. It's so close to her color.

He sits at one of the tables and pulls up his storm tracking file to take notes of what it's doing today. He doesn't say anything to her, as she appears to be similarly lost in thought. ]

a

[notmarieanymore]

[Rogue had heard a rumor of a woman with blue skin and scales. She had to know if it was true- if it was her Mystique, the awful one from her future or if it were the one Erik and Kurt knew and cared for. The so-called revolutionary hero. She wanted to put that title with a face.

Truthfully, she expects to see Mystique. But the girl lying there in the hospital gown is... certainly Mystique, yes, but so much younger than the one she had... I guess you could say met?

If it were possible, Rogue's feelings toward Mystique were far more sour than those toward Magneto. Mystique had used Bobby- the first boy to reach out to her at the Institute and make her feel really welcome, and now her boyfriend- against her. Gotten her to leave the school. She'd stood by while a sixteen-year-old girl was strapped into a machine and nearly killed. It takes a really cold-hearted woman to do that.

It reminded her of her mother.

But this Raven... She was going to suss her out as best she could. She couldn't have a repeat of what happened with Erik.

So while Raven lies unconscious, Rogue's been by to check, see if she's awake. It's probably creepy, but looking creepy is the least of her worries. It's during one of her visits that she sees Raven sitting up for the first time, and Rogue's immediately at her side.] Careful- sit up slowly. D'you want some water?

[Southern Hospitality, after all.]

a

[ex_bossily211]

[Clara's heard there's been a batch of new arrivals and has come to check up and see if the Doctor's made his way back to her. He's not here, but she manages to walk in just in time to spot someone having a hard time of things. Knowing how disorienting this all can be, she makes her way over to cautiously approach and try and lend a hand.]

Hey, it's gonna be alright. I know this seems like a lot, but it's safe here.

[Technically speaking. There's no immediate threat or danger at the moment, anyway.]

[feellikeshowingoff]

a. Spare Parts:

The mask is uncomfortable. Every breath seems to just add to the sticky humidity around his mouth and nose. He keeps lifting his hand to minutely adjust it, as he pokes around. He knows - sort of - what he's looking for.

John Allerdyce may not have his shiny new flame-thrower, but he'd helped Magneto put it together. And he hadn't done half bad at Shop class. So he may not have it now, but that didn't mean he wouldn't have one soon.

b.Observation:

The boy's hair was starting to get a distinctly shaggy look to it. As he rakes a hand through it, it's easy to see how the sweat and oils from his skin and scalp are degrading the gel. He doesn't seem to notice, his gaze fixed on the view of the outside.

It's hard to get over. That's space out there, and he's still feeling dizzy and sick. One moment, he's in New York, the next he's here. Where ever here really is.

He tugs his leather jacket on a little more firmly, before his hand wanders to his pocket for a familiar lighter.

c. You Decide:

[Or tag him with something, IDK. Feel free to hit me up on orchidoaktree. I'm friendly, I promise!]

Spare parts

[that_cost]

Charlie’s been to the junk yard a few times already. She has no real reason to be here, but the metal spider things are kinda fascinating. Not to mention she’s just terrible at holding still. So, mask firmly in place, she starts exploring and possibly even picking up a thing or two. If she thinks she can use it, it goes into her ratty backpack.

If she can’t? It’s tossed away via telekinesis. And don’t worry. She’s aware of the other guy, so she’s not just winging shit in any old direction. When she notices he seems to be looking for something specific, she calls on to him.

“What are you looking for? Maybe I can help?”

She came dressed for the situation. Somewhat. Her clothes are a bit thicker and more durable, protection against the rusty and sharp metal around. So. It’s possible she knows a thing or two.

b

[notmarieanymore]

She almost doesn't recognize him. His hair is different- no longer raked back but longer, softer. Between that and the jacket, the soft flick of the lighter, Rogue knew there was no mistaking him.

John Allerdyce. Her boyfriend's best friend turned terrorist.

She may be able to handle interacting with Magneto on a regular basis, but dealing with John Allerdyce?

She could almost forget they used to get along.

"John?"

It was... surprisingly good to see him. Someone familiar, not just in powers and in name but in actual.... actual person.

a.

[magneticfields]

Erik wishes they had the breathing masks when the life support was failing. His lungs are still sore, and he sometimes finds himself coughing up some kind of dark phlegm that he has to make sure Clara doesn't notice. He doesn't need her to start fussing.

He catches a resonance that might be samarium-cobalt. They don't have any on the station, or anything to make it with, and it's damned useful stuff. If you can keep it from shattering, that is. He is so set on his goal that he doesn't notice the young man at first.

"Pardon me." He steps around the other and whatever it is that he's doing and starts sorting through the refuse. There's a rusty clattering sound behind him and he belatedly remembers his makeshift scrap orb. He pauses and turns to lift it, and sets it hovering out of reach of the roaming trash heaps before returning to the task at hand.

b

[shadowblends]

At this point, it shouldn't surprise him anymore that the observation desk is where he ends up meeting new people. He goes in and comes out, either with someone familiar or a totally new person that he might have befriended.

Today, it seems, will be no different.

He bamfs in as usual, sparing a quick glance around the area then pausing mid-step when he spots another male-- maybe even close to his own age? His head tilts with curiosity, both hands sliding into the pockets of his hooded sweatshirt as he approaches. "It's crazy, isn't it? Being able to see everything up close like this."

observation

[ex_bossily211]

Clara's busy not too far off from him, sitting on the floor with her sketchbook. She's adding more stars to her maps, and has been pretty caught up in doing it for the past hour. She's noticed him there, but since she figures he's getting used to things she leaves him be. Up until she glances his way and notices him fidgeting with his jacket. It's not exactly an invitation to be spoken to, but she figures it's as good of an opening as any.

"Have you been here long?" She smiles as she questions him, trying to be friendly without being too nosy.

ray palmer | dc (arrowverse)

[shrinkage]

ＡＲＲＩＶＡＬ－

This tall nerd shows up knocked out cold. There's no brief waking, no fuzzy coming back to consciousness, just a large guy possibly cosplaying as the LEGO rocketman who gasps back to wakefulness like he'd just been shot or something.

"You shot me!" He yells. His indignation sounds more insulted than anything. It soon melts into guilt as his surroundings come into focus, and then confusion. A confusion that will remain in the back of his mind even after he learns the name and purpose of this place.

ＮＥＴＷＯＲＫ－

before i go landfill diving, does anyone have requests? or want to practice the buddy system?
will trade junk for a gluten-free cupcake to stress eat!

ＭＯＯＮ ＴＯＭＢ－

[ even with his breathing mask, ray feels ill. he's wandered out this far despite knowing exactly what the stench would lead to, curiosity leading the way. or maybe his misdirected hope has gotten him again. whatever the cause, he observes the piles of decaying bodies with an almost uncharacteristic solemnity. he laments aloud, thinking he's alone. ]

For once, I don't want to know who's memory this one came from...

ＷＩＬＤＣＡＲＤ－

[ it's a dragonfly. it's an action figure. no! it's a shrunken nerd in an exo-suit buzzing around whatever it is you're doing. is he under a book you're trying to read? trapped in a vent you taped shut? being stalked by a pet of yours and in need of rescue?

you tell me, for this here is a wildcard and i roll with anything so feel free to get out your fly swatter... ]

( network )

[reperio]

( each of these are sent as individual texts because helena doesn't know how to just put it on a new line )

copper wire.
quartz.
1-inch steel rod.
netting.
flexible clear plastic.

Moon Tomb

[aka_pistachio]

[ Kelly Ann hasn't been having a great time on the trash moon. Or even a good time, really. She has found a few pieces that could work to make some kind of speaker system, which is what she's really looking for. And a shit load of electrical wiring that could be used to help repair the grid, which is what she should be looking for.

She definitely should not and is not looking for some kind of mass grave but she finds it anyway. The field of death stuns her, and she just stands there. Trying to wrap her brain around the enormity of what she's looking at. She barely registers the man when he stands next to her, and it takes her a minute to process what he says.

Wait. What the hell is he talking about? ]

Memories?

network;

[shadowblends]

the buddy system is a good idea.
as for gluten-free cupcakes, i don't think those are ... easily found anymore.
but i might be able to make something sweet if you don't mind some alien ingredients?

rikku | ffx-2 | ota

[klutziness]

young hearts, out our minds [exploration]

Rikku has had her fair share of experience with funky dimension-traveling, if she does say so herself. She'd been totally ready to settle down on the Celsius (as much as any Al Bhed can settle, anyway) and spend the rest of her life traveling Spira, promoting the use of machina, all that good stuff. Sure, she would always miss her days kicking butt and liberating spheres with Yunie and Paine, and of course she'd miss the thrill of saving the world from imminent destruction (third time's the charm, right?). But she's lived the kind of life so far that not many people survive, and she'd thought she was ready to just take it easy for a while.

But apparently, the universe did not feel the same. At least she has her Garment Grid with her.

Her arrival is less than spectacular, and included a lot of cursing and screeching. But once she's on her feet and kind of has the gist of what's going on, she can't help but want to explore. If the machina on the station was cake, she'd be drooling all over herself at every turn (she might do that a little anyway once she starts messing around with her A.C.E., but hopefully nobody sees her). She pokes her head into every room she can, including a few she probably shouldn't: the greenery, every single workshop, the bar, the bartering block. In each area she doesn't stay long, moving quickly and picking up anything that might come in handy in the immediate future. This may or may not include accidentally pocketing things that may or may not actually belong to someone.

No hard feelings. She can't help it if she has sticky fingers.

runnin' 'til we outta time [spare parts/build-a-thing]

Despite the need for a respirator and the fact that she can kind of smell the scent of rotting something still, this place is basically Al Bhed heaven. So many parts, so little time! The Al Bhed darts from one pile to another, one booth to the next. She doesn't have any gil to pay for anything (if these aliens even take gil), but she quickly figures out what's considered desirable and what isn't. Rikku climbs a particularly perilous pile of trash, not caring that she's getting her hands and the rest of herself dirty with grime and grease. It's worth it for the promise of a shiny exhaust tube that will go perfectly on the airship. At least, she thinks it's an exhaust tube. It's kind of hard to tell when nobody seems to speak a common language.

She reaches the top of the pile, wrapping greedy fingers around the part the vendor wanted. "Gotcha, ya little goober!" She wretches it from the rest of the pile with no regard for much else, which is a mistake. A huuuuge mistake that she only recognizes as such after it's too late.

"--Uh-oh."

An understatement, as Paine would say. The pile begins to waver and shake, and Rikku doesn't hesitate before scrambling back down it like a frightened monkey, also letting out a screech that makes her sound like one. The trash pile tumbles, parts flying down around her. But even as unlucky as she seems to be, she's also quite acrobatic--the blonde tucks and rolls into a tumble, saving herself and the valuable part in her arms. She pops up near the vendor's booth, shoving a mess of hair from her eyes and grinning widely as she holds the machina aloft, victorious. "Nailed it!"

wild child's lookin' good [trash junkies]

As soon as Rikku sees the little trash robots, she knows she's gotta have one. So, she sets a trap.

A pile of scrap sits nearby, and Rikku is hiding behind a slightly larger pile of junk as she waits for one of the critters to get close enough. She just knows that if she can get close enough to grab it, she can probably temporarily deactivate it and see what makes it tick. Probably. But she misses her little machina pets on Spira, so this will have to be the next best thing.

Paine would say she looks ridiculous crouched behind a pile of trash as she is, but she knows Yunie would think it great fun and be right there with her.

Her prey approaches--a small droid, a little over a foot in height. Perfect. "C'mon, c'mon... just a little closer..."

living hard just like we should [wildcard]

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