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thisavrou_ooc2018-02-16 12:57 pm
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February Test Drive Meme
| 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. |
| 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 This planet is brimming with discarded ships, machines, vehicles, and all manners of "outdated" technology.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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Clara Oswald. I run the school back on Avagi.
[The space station they get to call home, obviously. Most people, she wouldn't bother including that little tidbit. But the fact that he had previously run the school with her makes her do it, wondering if this is a weird case like her own where memories might return in time. Then again, he's clearly not as far along in his own timeline. How could he possibly remember anything that happened before?
Her smile flickers a little at that depressing thought, but she's careful not to let it dim entirely.]
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( His smile is edged with something close to wickedness, natural flirtation creeping in. He likes to talk to people, and the liveliness of his expression only proves that. )
I'm a Professor actually. Genetics. Though I've only just learnt that qualification.
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Don't suppose there's any way I can convince you to teach a class or two, is there?
[There's a little sway as she tips her head to the side, playing coy like she actually needs to. The smile on her face is deceivingly sweet, ready as ever to charm him into doing what she needs him to.]
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How could I say no to a request from someone so charming? I'll certainly see what I can do for you. ( He rocks a little on his heels, dreadfully boyish and coquettish. ) Though, if my usual expertise is not required, I could always break out some Literature. ( Ahem. ) "My heart fly to your service; there resides, To make me slave to it".
( Someone stop him, please. )
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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.
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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.