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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 This planet is brimming with discarded ships, machines, vehicles, and all manners of "outdated" technology.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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"John."
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Funny enough, Kurt usually mentions his codename, though since they aren't exactly the 'X-Men' here, he's been feeling the need to add it less and less.
"That's a fancy lighter you have," he notes. "A gift of some sort?" Because — smoking aside — why else would one carry around a lighter?
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He looks down at his zippo, turning it around and around in his hand. The metal is warm from the constant contact with his palm, and he gives the other boy a slow smirk. "Yeah. Mine."
Click. Flick. Hwa-ush. He lights up, only to call the fire into his other hand, his palm cupped and waiting.
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His first reaction is to tip his head, curiosity blatant on his face as John sparks the lighter in his hand. He notes the other boy's pride, spreading across his face in a smirk and then suddenly-- the fire bends to John's will, causing Nightcrawler's eyes to widen at the sight.
"Fire manipulation," he breathes, golden irises twinkling in the warm glow. "What an excellent mutation."
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After backpedaling a couple of steps, the blue boy dips in a bow then vanishes with a bamf, dissipating within the midnight-colored haze. He's only gone a few seconds, but when he reappears, it's on the ceiling some feet above John's head. "Pretty convenient, wouldn't you say?"
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"Holy shit. That's fucking awesome."
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As the flame-manipulator moves closer, he shifts to be 'standing' again as it were, stepping forward a couple paces, too. "But thanks for the compliment."
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He's fascinated, really. There's so much variation, but he get stuck on the details sometimes. Like how Kurt can be standing so calmly as if he's on the floor and John's the one on the ceiling.
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That's a good way to look at it, honestly. If it weren't for the way the blue boy's hair was defying gravity, the two of them would probably give any passersby a surprise.
"Sort of like a gecko."