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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 This planet is brimming with discarded ships, machines, vehicles, and all manners of "outdated" technology.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

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[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.

[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.

[mentis]

Ha.

( As he has yet to reach his dear friend dramatically floating anywhere, Charles still thinks he's the one with all the meltdown potential. But he's doing his best to focus and not panic, even though he wants to. )

Twenty years, then. You'll have to fill me in. Let me know if there's anyone I should give a talk to. ( Their strained relationship aside, he does want to fix things with her. He hopes that whatever's happened, she's happy in the future. ) I'm glad you're here.

[personify]

Charles. [He does have quite the skill in making her still feel like a child.] I'm nearly 50... I can handle my own problems. And I definitely don't need you to giving the talk to any potential 'suitors'. Or past ones.

[Her expression sobers then. There are other things she really didn't want to rehash with him. Not again. So she's no desire to fill him in on much of anything, outside of the most vague and unimportant. Maybe, given time, she'll change her mind. Or he'll wear her down. Raven gives him a small smile, one she only ever reserved for him. The slightly exasperated but ultimately fond one.] I'm glad your here too. [She is. Even if it made things that much more complicated.]

[mentis]

Fifty.

( There's the vaguest hint of hysterical disbelief in his voice then. So many decades, and Charles hasn't experienced a single second of them. Blinking owlishly, Charles is clearly trying to rally his strength. )

Well, you don't look a day over twenty, my love.

( She can probably see the second he rethinks the statement, the smallest wince. They'd been arguing about her looks just yesterday. He doesn't think that's changed.

Rocking back on his heels a little. ) Right, we're scavenging, yes? You don't mind if I join you?

[personify]

[She knows how ridiculous it seems looking at her as she is now. And even in her true form she doesn't look any older. It's not simply a matter of the shape she chose to take, she still isn't aging. Raven almost feel guilty for forcing the idea in his head. But there's nothing to be done about it.

There's a small tired smile on her lips at his words. It hasn't changed. Even if Charles doesn't say it as much, she does expect he prefers it when she looks as she does now. When she's still playing the part of his sister.

Raven nods though, grateful the opportunity to concentrate on anything else than her age and the years that separate them.] You're welcome to, but don't go trying to steal my spoils. [She gives him a pointed look and playfully threatening finger.]