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[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 This planet is brimming with discarded ships, machines, vehicles, and all manners of "outdated" technology.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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OUT OF CHARACTER INFO

Note: While TDM threads can generally be counted as game canon, upcoming plot and scenarios may limit the settings or circumstances under which the interactions take place. Players are, of course, welcome to fudge details in order to keep these interactions as part of their in game CR.

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Comments

[mentis]

( Kurt, you are a very kind future nephew that he doesn't actually know yet. )

I might have to take you up on that.

But the whole thing certainly seems useful. I imagine it's something the military came up with? As a matter of making tactical operations easier?

Though heavens knows what the little faces are for.

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?

[personify]

Charles, I'm fine, I just- [God, this is almost unbearable. It's hard enough talking to Charles when he knows all that's happened. But speaking to a Charles from twenty years ago. A Charles with so many more hopes. Expectations. She's doesn't quite know how to handle it.

She needs to just take the bullet and tell him. An unfortunate metaphor, but all the same. Raven curses softly under her breath.]

Cuba. That didn't just happen for me. That was twenty years ago.

[personify]

And you've stayed behind each time. [Alone, yet not. But Erik is here now. She's not sure yet how to feel about that. The place is still in one piece so that's perhaps a good sign.]

[The next thing she says is said after much debate and reluctance to reveal sentiment. She's not good at this kind of thing, okay?] How have you been here...? Are you alright?

[personify]

[Raven never became the killer that Erik had groomed her to be all those years ago, had never took that fateful leap that would have changed everything. Everything between them, the course of the future. It's strange to think on, how pivotal one act would have been. It hurt her head to think about for long. But she can't fault Erik this. His revenge. As much as she couldn't pull the trigger, she acutely understands the desire. And very few people would hold up arms over Nazi's being murdered in cold blood, would they?]

Yes, I can imagine that might make you uncomfortable. But you're so old, Erik. And 'wise', how could they not come to you? [Raven winks at him, her laugh a husky thing, more like a bark. She doesn't ask about Clara when the name comes up. There's been many names thrown about, she'll have to work out who all of them are eventually but not at this very moment. She's no reason to think Clara is anything but a teacher.]

[personify]

['You don't fix'. Mystique's eyes are on Rogue, seeming to sense some of the latent hostility even if she's not openly voicing it. Well, then. It's lucky that Raven isn't one to lose much sleep over being liked, or she might have taken offense.]

You don't have time. You're stuck here on a space station together. [What else was there, but time?] A lot of excitement here, is there? Should I be worried?

[aka_pistachio]

[ The man seems as surprised to realize she's there as she was when she realized he was there. He seems nice, though. Or cute, at least. Sometimes she gets those confused. His explanation is kind of weird, but whatever. She's not interrogating him. She looks back at the mass grave. ]

Yeah it... I mean. I'm no fucking CSI or whatever. But like, I think usually on Earth mass graves happen when like, somebody kills a shitload of people at once. With like, guns and shit, usually? But... that doesn't seem to be what happened here.

[ She frowns at the field of death. ]

Don't really want to get any closer to get a better look, though. [ She laughs just to release some of her nerves. ]

[ex_bossily211]

[That reaction makes Clara smile and nod, a little too eager to talk about space.]

Deep space. [Whatever that's supposed to mean. Clara isn't sure, she's just excited and it sounds nice.]

I'm not sure where we'll end up, or how we're supposed to get back home. But it's not all that bad here.

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.

[ex_bossily211]

[No, he should never stop. Right then and there, Clara has never been more attracted to Charles Xavier. Her heart even skips a little beat and she laughs in one of those girlishly charmed sort of ways.

Erik's going to kill them both, she already can feel it.]

Careful, Ferdinand. I might have to keep you around for more than teaching if you keep that up.

[She means talking literature, duh.

And she realizes how much trouble this is shaping up to be, so she shakes herself out of it as much as possible and nods over toward some of the area she's been scavenging in.]

Like helping me sort out which things here are worth taking, for a start.

[magneticfields]

[ He should have expected the compliment, but it takes him by surprise. He flushes and smiles bashfully in spite of himself. ]

I'm probably not supposed to tell you because of paradoxes or something, but you, ah. The years are kind to you, as well.

[ He isn't sure Charles would necessarily agree, but in Erik's estimation he has always been an incredibly handsome man.

His smile, beautiful as it is, makes Erik's heart sink. They aren't talking about the same children. The ones that Charles is thinking of are all dead, save Raven. ]

Well, ah. The ones that are here are from later. Some of them from quite a bit later. [ He remembers how ancient he felt when he realized that Rogue met him when he was 75. ] They all know you, though. They love you. [ He smiles softly. It's impossible not to. ] So be prepared for that.

[mentis]

( Lifting one shoulder, Charles offers up a wry smile. ) I'm sure the fabric of reality is fine for now. Whatever brought me here wouldn't have risked us meeting if it were that dangerous.

( He says it so matter of fact, and yet he actually doesn't know if what he's saying is right. It's easier if he pretends to be confident in things. People ask less. Charles is watching Erik closely, hands loose at his sides. He wouldn't try and pluck the knowledge from his friend's mind, he isn't that cruel. It's just far harder than he'd imagined not to brush against the other man's thoughts. The pain of what had transpired between them on the beach has made him far too cautious to even attempt to, and so it's as though one of his senses has been blinded. Reading thoughts isn't like conversation. It's more ripples on water. Something he can sense better. )

Heavens. You'll have to introduce me.

( Despite his wariness, he's still including Erik in everything, something bullheaded about his friendship. Charles gives him another, smaller smile, before he pulls his mask back to his face to take a quick breath of cleaner air. He'd thought he'd never get the feeling of sand from his lungs, but this is so much worse. ) As lovely as this locale is, Erik, is there absolutely anywhere else we can talk?

[mentis]

( Smile widening by fractions whenever he makes her laugh, Charles has finally begun to lose the tension around his eyes and his shoulders. It's been a hell of a day, and that was even before he somehow got plucked from his own reality. )

I'll make a valiant effort, Miss Oswald. ( He drawls that, blue eyes flashing as he starts to head towards where she's been working. ) Unfortunately, metal is not quite my strong suit. It's a shame, really. I have a friend who would be able to do this almost immediately.

( Does his voice dip at the end there? Of course not. He's not worried. He's not hurt. He's not wishing he could just go home and sort things out. )

But I can fetch and carry. ( Rallying slightly. ) I may not look it, but years of carting around textbooks has made me quite capable.

[mentis]

( His first instinct is to reach out and lay a hand over her forehead, make sure she's not running a fever. His hands twitch like he might, but thinks better of it. The cuban heat, surely, dehydration. Has she been eating? Drinking? When was the last time they actually sat down together?

But Raven doesn't get sick. Even if she did, heatstroke wouldn't really account for how strange she's acting. Charles doesn't respond as quickly as he should, eyes searching her face restlessly. )

Time travel. ( There's the slightest hint of hysteria in his voice, and he runs a restless hand through his hair. ) Why not, we seem to have experienced everything else, recently.

please. he is having a bad day.

[mentis]

Hello Charlie. I'm Charles. We almost match.

Have you been here long?

( This is very strange. Useful, but strange. )

and Charlie would feel such guilt if she accidentally made it worse

[that_cost]

Pretty close, yeah. And no. I’ve been here a week shy of a month. I’m still adapting. Readdapting. I was here before ages ago, but my memories aren’t quite all there.

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[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? )

what a good egg.

[mentis]

I wasn't aware that could happen. If you don't mind me asking, is the memory loss something only you have encountered? Or is it a byproduct of travelling through time and space?

Her shitty life hasn’t broken her entirely. Paranoid as she is, she still tries to be kind.

[that_cost]

I actually kind of wonder if it’s a side effect of unintentionally bouncing from one world to another. But the only evidence that I have that suggests a flaw in my theory is I remember the world I was in before here, and that’s not my homework’s. It’s another place I found myself in with no good clue how I got there

[mentis]

( He feels her approaching, but his gaze remains on the moving shape drifting slowly towards them. )

I don't think it intends to hurt us. Though what it's doing I can't quite fathom.

( Taking a step back, Charles absentmindedly lifts a hand to his head, rubbing his temple slightly. No, nothing. No consciousness to speak of. ) It's strange, isn't it?

[possidetur]

Very.

( her gaze on it is cautious yet curious still, wanting to know something about this oddity. he has no answers for it, only hopes, perhaps some frustrations. she cannot quite tell, for he is just as much the mystery )

Do you know what it is, per chance?

[shadowblends]

[if this blue kid has anything to do with it, charles will know him much sooner than intended.]

whenever you like, i'm free.
i can't say who came up with it first, but here, it seems free of anything military-grade.
little faces? [a pause, then:] oh, you mean these? 😄

[kurt's already taught pietro about them, so why not the professor, too?]

[shadowblends]

Sure have. [easy agreement-- something kurt's become used to. it's easier these days, just smiling and nodding. he's so tired, but can't lose strength in front of his mother mentor.

he blinks at the question, head absently tipped to the side. her odd sentiment doesn't go unappreciated, though.] For now. It's been ... an experience, to put it lightly.

[personify]

[Everything else? He's not yet experienced anything at all yet, all things considered. She gives him a momentarily withering look before she pushes it down and away. There's no reason to scare him too much, is there? Perhaps it's unavoidable, but she oddly does find herself wanting to protect him from the pains the future is going to bring him. And there were many.

She is the older one now, after all. Perhaps she should be the overbearing and protective one now?] Don't be dramatic. That's Erik's job.

[personify]

It certainly sounds like it. [She agrees, having to stop herself for nearly saying she's sorry, as though she could really help any of this at all. But it's really everything else she's sorry for, the things she can't ever say. Or can't bring herself to.]

How big is this place? I haven't found any sort of map... [And she's yet to find an end, after quite a bit of walking. There seems to be quite a lot to see.]