thisavrou_ooc | 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 This planet is brimming with discarded ships, machines, vehicles, and all manners of "outdated" technology.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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"I could ask you the same question, John." She takes another step toward him. She squares her shoulders and grits her jaw at the mention of Bobby. No, he wasn't here, and he was a sore subject thank you very much.

But there was no way in hell she was gonna let him get a rise out of her so easily. Not when the last time she saw him he'd been leaving the jet in some truly awful track pants.

"No. He's not." She's not going to give him any more information than that. If he wants it, he's going to have work for it.

He's not sure how he feels about Bobby's absence. Somewhere in-between relieved and disappointed, probably. He's trying not to dwell on that.

Instead, John turns finally to face Marie, his smirk already in place. He's off-balance today, sure, but he's not tilting towards mean. There's nothing to fight against at this very moment. Though, given that it's Rogue, that might change in five seconds.

"You could say that you're not surprised, but you already gave it away." He tilts his head, his lips curling into a crooked, taunting grin as he gasps dramatically, hand to his chest. "John?" he adds a truly terrible falsetto.

And it's John. They'll be fighting in no time. It was hard to imagine there'd been a time when they'd ever gotten along.

"You shut up, John Allerdyce. I do not sound like that and we both know it." She crosses her arms, rolling her bright green eyes. It's good to at least not be talking about Bobby right now. She could only imagine what he'd say, if she told John about Kitty Pryde.

"What, no 'bless your heart'?" he ribs her a little more. "Can't fit in a 'sweet summer child' in there somewhere?"

It hadn't been very long for him. A few months since he'd stepped off the plane. Weeks since he realized that no one was going to come after him.

Rogue looks at him, visibly unamused. Still, there was part of her that had always loved fighting with John. That got a kick out of it. Maybe she was a masochist, who really knew.

"I have never in my life heard anyone call someone 'sweet summer child'."

It's the sour look that makes him grin wider. He spreads his hands wide, zippo still in his right. "Sounds like you're missing a whole opportunity there, Scarlet."

His expression sobers slightly, coming down a little because shit. They're actually here. She's standing in front of him, looking like she bit into something sour, and there's no Robert Drake about to show up and ruin it. "How'd you end up here?"

Another eye roll. But hey, Scarlet was better than Marie. She knew better than to encourage him now, though, and she remained mum on the subject. She didn't want to remind him.

Yeah. They were. Hi.

"Same as you, I expect." The whole thing was honestly, a bit fuzzy. "I don't suppose you've found the others."

Just like that, he bristles. Just a little, his shoulders stiffening. He shrugs, to diffuse the tension he's feeling, and flicks his lighter open. "What others?"

And further more, why should he care? Or so he tells himself.

So he didn't know they were here yet. Huh. Well. She wasn't going to mention that Erik was here. He'd find that out on his own, she had no doubt. Ugh.

"Kurt's here- the blue guy from the jet? Only a younger version of him. There's a guy named Pietro with superspeed, Wanda who can do... something.

It was like she was speaking English. Hell, he was even sure the words were technically of the English language. It's just that the way she was stringing them together made no flipping sense.

He holds up a hand. "A younger version? Like a kid? Or a clone or some shit?"

She shakes her head. "No- like a kid version. Well, he's around our age, I'd say, I haven't asked. But he's straight outta the eighties." She smiles thinking about him. He was so easy to talk to, so honestly, genuinely good.

She was glad she'd gotten to know him here- another reason to stay at school when she got back home.

Not like she could tell anyone here that.

John's really too baffled to even feel a twinge of jealousy, the way he normally might if he'd heard her talking about how much she liked another guy. "How is that different than a clone?"

Oblivious to the fact that the place is full of people from different times and different time lines, he'd assumed that her comment about the 80's was about fashion.

His gaze moves over her face, and despite himself, he likes seeing her smile. God knows there wasn't much of that the last time he saw her. Not much of a reason for it, either.

"Because he's actually Kurt? Just the Kurt that existed in 1983. He's from the past, sugar." It's really complicated, and she's still fuzzy on the concepts of time travel and alternate universes.

She uncrosses her arms, palms out, a sign that she comes in peace right now.

"There are people here from other worlds, other times... It's weird. Even by our standards."

"That doesn't-" He snaps out, before rolling his lips inward. His chin tilts up. He was on a fucking space ship, god knows how he got there, and he's bitching because time travel is so much less likely than faster than light travel?

"This is fucking nuts," he says, instead.

Rogue takes a moment then nods, stepping so she is on the same level as John.

"Yeah- you really said it. Wait till you meet the dinosaurs."

He glances at her, lips curling as he takes in her expression. "Now you're just fucking with me." She looks so damn sincere, though. "Who the fuck would want dinosaurs? Who runs this pace? A bunch of 8 year olds?"

She purses her lips.

"Yeah- that's what we're wondering. not much is known about this place, John."

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