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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 This planet is brimming with discarded ships, machines, vehicles, and all manners of "outdated" technology.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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( What else can he say to that? Erik is suddenly twenty years older and Charles doesn't have a damn thought in his head beyond how unfair it is that he couldn't experience it with him.
He takes another halting step forward. )
That's all right. At least you're safe.
( He should be angry, he should be upset. But Erik looks like the world has been hard on him, and so Charles' soft heart aches. )
It was --. ( A pause, helpless. ) You were just in the submarine. That's what I remember. But we survive, so that's fortifying.
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How good it felt to lift that submarine and know Charles was proud of him.
Charles' blood. Hot on his hands.
Most of the rest of it is a blur. ]
We do survive.
[ More or less. He doesn't know what to tell him. Should he explain everything? Should he have explained Cairo the last time? He shakes his head and glances away. ]
We're here now. Unfortunately. I am glad to see you, though. The children will be even happier to see you.
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( He smiles, a laugh in his voice, but neither can quite reach his eyes. There's something disquiet about Erik now, like he's so very far away, and Charles can't help but hate the feeling of it. He's grown used to the two of them occupying each other's space, had become attached to the easy way they worked together. To not know how to navigate makes him feel clumsy, the same bile rising in his throat as had only hours ago when Erik had gone so suddenly absent.
Bravado has always been the go-to, when he's wrongfooted, though at least he brightens a little at the mention of the children. )
They're here? They're okay? I was so worried.
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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.
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( 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?
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Right. [ Erik says and glances away. There's no point in fighting about it when Erik himself doesn't know. He only wanted to pay him a compliment. Of course it couldn't be that easy. ]
Oh, of course. We can take a portal back to the station. [ He pulls up a map on his A.C.E. ] This way.
[ He leads Charles to one of the Ingress portals, his collection of scrap metal following them like some kind of metallic balloon. ]
Just step through the light.
who knows if i'm doing the ship thing right ajskdfl
I feel as though I'm in an Asimov novel.
( Obediently, he steps through the portal, happier now to return with someone familiar at his side. Charles hadn't even thought to explore, a strange claustrophobia overcoming him to the point where he'd volunteered to go out on the planet without thinking. He's relieved when he's back on the Ingress, pulling the mask from his face and stepping aside for Erik. )
That's better. Where do you have to take that? ( Nodding to the metal. )
it's fine!
That's sort of been our whole lives, Charles. When it wasn't Orwell, anyway.
[ Stepping through the portal gives him the same moment of queasiness that it always did. It didn't seem to bother Charles at all. Lucky bastard. He pulls his breathing mask off and absent-mindedly rubs the bullet wound scar on his neck. ]
Oh, ah. The workshop. Figured I'd sort through everything there. [ He grins, he can't help himself. ] I found a significant amount of neodymium and even some samarium-cobalt.
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( He claps Erik on the shoulder, something jovial about it. Charles is clearly amused, but the fondness he feels for Erik is written all over his face. If his gaze lingers on the mark on his neck, well he tries not to make it obvious. He can mother hen later. First he wants to dissipate the strange tension. )
You know, that's not something I've thought to ask you. ( He hasn't had as much time to figure out Erik's power as he'd like, but as he falls into step he can't help but be curious. ) How different metals must feel. I know that you can track people with it, but would a tie pin feel different to say, an unwound paper clip?
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He can't give in. Not when Charles doesn't know. He probably ought to tell him everything, but where does one start? And is it the worst thing to feel this small reminder of what it was like. That brief time they were in sync, when they worked together to find the other mutants, and standing side by side brought down the combined might of the world's superpowers.
When he was happy.
He shrugs before answering Charles' question. ]
Depends on what they're made of. The composition is the first thing, the strength of the magnetic attraction or repulsion the thing has. If the two objects were made of the same material, I could tell the difference if I focused on them. Felt out their shapes.
[ He lifts his hand, his fingers swirling in the air a little as if that illustrates the concept in the slightest. ]