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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 This planet is brimming with discarded ships, machines, vehicles, and all manners of "outdated" technology.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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charles xavier ( x-men. )

[mentis]

a. spare parts

( The man currently picking his way through a discarded ship definitely looks the part. His canary yellow and ocean blue leather suit certainly wouldn't be strange on any extraterrestrial, and the way his hand drifts to his temple every so often would punctuate that. It's not a human trait. But in actual fact, he is. And he's very lost right now, wreckage notwithstanding.

If only he could catch a glimpse of the people he left behind on a Cuban beach.

If only he knew they were safe.

Charles Xavier is on two legs as he scrambles over the scrap, but that doesn't mean he's elegant. In fact, he slides haphazardly down the hull, cursing up a storm, dark hair plastered on his forehead with sweat, palms scraped as he tries to catch himself. ) Fuck.

( It's emphatic. He has a headache. )

Bollock, buggering, fucking shit.

( He isn't great at this. He belongs in a classroom. )

b. trash junkies

( He's losing his mind. There's no doubt about it. Because he's fairly certain the piles of rubbish around him are moving. They stop every time he does, and after the fourth time he ends up scrubbing the heels of his hands into his eyes, sighing with exhaustion. )

Get it together, Xavier.

( Blinking the burst of colour out of his eyes, he spares the nearest debris hill a closer glance, moving towards it in sweaty leather and heavy boots. Whatever he's expecting, it's not some sort of metallic arachnid. In a panic, one hand reaches out in supplication, the other drifts towards his temples. He's never met a robot before. Of course he can't read one. )

I mean you no harm.

( That isn't helping. )

c. network

un: xavier.
Does this thing really transmit to everyone on the planet?

Actually, I suppose I mean moon.

( It's like Cerebro, but also ... not. )

d. wildcard

hit me up with anything. i'm at athosing or on discord under Sarah#9964 if you want to hash something out.

a

[ex_bossily211]

[Speaking of people who belong in classrooms, his little curse storm and the sound of his sliding down the hull catches the attention of Clara. She's busy scavenging and rifling what she can, carefully placing items into her messenger bag. Hearing that she has company in this particular area is enough to make her curious, and she pops up out of nowhere to make her way on over to him.

A familiar face is what causes her to take pause and cautiously approach. After losing people that are important to her,
she's not sure if she wants to have ghosts come back to haunt her just yet.]

Are you hurt?

Raven Darkholme | X-men Cinematic Universe | ota

[personify]

a. arrival

[It takes far too long for Raven to permanently grab hold of consciousness. She wakes several times in the course of what may have been hours, but very well could be longer. Whatever had happened had left its toll on her body and when she sits up her vision swirls and she nearly falls right back down where she's been laying.]

[Nausea keeps hitting her in waves, but she forces her way through it to stand. Someone must have put the white hospital like gown on her while she's been sleeping. Perhaps to save her modesty? Raven is, after all, not always in the habit of wearing clothes when she's in her natural form. Where was she?]


b. observation station

[This isn't going to be an easy transition for Raven. She's not sure what to make of this place. Is it all a trick? The story that they are in space is hard to argue. Raven steps close to the edge of the force field that is the only thing between herself and the vacuum of space beyond it. It's beautiful, yet terrifying all the same.]

[If anyone comes in to have a look or to make use of the conference table, they won't find a blue skinned shapeshifter. Instead, blonde locks are draping her oval pale face. Her outfit is a simple blue dress, a small reference to her true self. She's hiding herself until she's more sure of this place.]


c. exploring- spare parts

[Eventually her curiosity does get the better of her and Raven decides to venture to the planet's surface. She's still sticking with her blonde persona, just to save on any potential questions on her species. Just another human on this alien planet. Adjusting the mask they've given her, Raven's not sure what she's even looking for. What does she even needs to make life more comfortable on the space station? She trudges through the pile of trash, pick up one thing after another only to ultimately toss it aside.]

[Is there any inch of this place that isn't trash? What might it have looked like before? Could it have been like the Earth's moon once?]


d. Network- un:darkholme

How long have others been here? And how many of you have attempted to go back home?

[Raven doesn't particularly enjoy the thought of being stuck on this space station for long. She's already hoping for a means of escape. Not that she particularly enjoys Earth. But it's the principal of the thing. She wants where she is to be her decision. No one elses.]


e. wildcard!

[ooc: PM or hit me up at owemeoneperogi if you want to do something else specific! ]

[mentis]

Only my pride.

( He didn't expect someone quite so pretty to come to his rescue. Actually, he's not sure what he expected. Charles ineffectually wipes the dust and dirt from his hands onto his hideous uniform before offering Clara a dazzling smile.

He's fine, this is all fine. )

This just isn't how I thought my day would end. ( A pause as he squints against the metal ship. ) Or where, actually.

[ex_bossily211]

[When he speaks, she knows that it's likely Charles. The dazzling smile essentially confirms it. Seeing Charles dressed that way and standing up, however, throw her for a loop. He doesn't show any sign of knowing who she is either. Clearly, this is a younger version than the one she knows. So she's got to play it cool and not act like someone that knows him in the future. She's got plenty of practice at doing this. He gets a bright smile in return. Yep, this is totally fine.]

Oh, I'm sure there's plenty of better ways to end your day. At least this one's almost like an adventure, yeah?

[mentis]

And normally, I'd agree with you.

( Except right now he's more concerned with Erik, with Shaw, with how he's going to bring his friend back from the brink, and make sure every one of the children are safe and sound. He's asked so much of them and vanished when he was needed.

With a grubby hand, he rubs the space between his brows, then seems to round his shoulders. )

I'm sorry, how rude of me.

( After surreptitiously wiping the grime on his hideous outfit, Charles extends a hand to her. )

My name's Charles Xavier, and you are?

( It's best he be friendly. He might found out what's happened much quicker. )

b

[magneticfields]

[ As disgusting as the junk moon is, Erik is finding aspects of it that he very much appreciates. Being surrounded by metals of so many worlds is enough to make him dizzy. So many ores and alloys he never gets to manipulate, in quantities that don't even exist on Earth. It's intoxicating.

The junk piles following him are mostly harmless, so he ignores them. If any get too close, either to him or the slowly rotating, floating ball of scrap metal he is trailing behind him, he simply raises a field to repel them. Before long he realizes that when they touch the field it makes a sound like a bug zapper, which amuses him more than it should. But he'll take whatever levity he can find. The last few months have been a strain, to say the least.

He feels it. That painfully gentle, familiar touch in his mind. Which is impossible. Of all the places in this fucking universe for him to be, he can't be here.

He can't.

Erik doesn't scramble over the hill, exactly, but he does moves swiftly. He freezes when he sees him. That damned uniform. Why did Hank ever think that primary colors were an acceptable choice.

Erik takes off his breathing mask, the stench of the place not enough to draw his attention away. He swallows. And then smiles in a way that doesn't quite cover up his despair. ]

Hello, old friend.

c

[shadowblends]

[a wave of excitement washes over kurt as soon as he sees the name. he knows he shouldn't get overzealous, but he can't help himself, if this is the same xavier that he believes it to be. everyone always says not to hold your breath; at this point, he's willing to risk turning (more) blue.]

it does.
there's also the choice to use voice and video or send messages privately to people.

b

[shadowblends]

[nightcrawler comes to the observation deck more often than he'd like to admit. despite the fact they're trapped in space, he likes to stare out past the force-field, watch the little blips of light flickering here and there.

he's not expecting to run into someone he recognizes, and especially not mystique of all people.

at first, the blue boy is unsure, hesitating in the doorway while he silently eyes the woman. then, after soothing his nerves enough to step into the area, he finally speaks:] Raven? [he inquires tentatively. if he's wrong, she'll simply turn around and correct him, but if he's right ...]

b

[magneticfields]

[ Erik doesn't go to Observation every day. But he does quite frequently. Possibly too frequently. Something about the storm fascinates him as much as it terrifies him. He doesn't understand it, what is causing it or what it can do, but he tracks it all the same. Taking notes that he can't understand is almost a meditative practice, and often one where he is able to find some blessed peace. Observation is not the most popular place for leisure time, and when others are there they tend to keep to themselves.

He sees the young woman when he gets there, of course. He assumes she's Charlie. The color of her dress gives him a pang. It's so close to her color.

He sits at one of the tables and pulls up his storm tracking file to take notes of what it's doing today. He doesn't say anything to her, as she appears to be similarly lost in thought. ]

[personify]

[She knows someone else has come in the room, but doesn't turn to have a look as she's far too distracted with the swirling mass outside. It's not until she hears the voice. A familiar voice. Painfully, familiar. Her stomach twists tight before she ultimately turns her head and sees precisely who she suspects she will. Kurt.

He's here too. There's a flash of anger boiling up from her chest. They shouldn't have taken him too. If there even is someone to blame for all of this, she's already planning just how to hurt them. She steels her voice of any emotion before speaking so that he won't have any inclination of her thoughts. It's not hard, she's been doing it for so long.] Kurt. Fancy meeting you here.

[personify]

[Eventually Raven's head turns to consider the other person in the room. She freezes at the sight, staring at the all too familiar face that doesn't seem to be taking much notice of her presence at all, instead focused on writing notes. Odd. She finds herself looking back to the storm instead of immediately calling his name and addressing him. She collects her mixture of feelings and thoughts, frown creasing lines on her forehead.

What's going on here? Surely it's Erik. He's unmistakable. After a moment of further contemplation, she moves from her spot to pull up a chair to sit right across from him. Between him and the storm, so that eventually he'll have to look at her. She leans back in her chair with legs crossed, expectantly, lips forming into an ever increasing thin line. She's just going to stare at you, Erik. Until such time as you acknowledge her.

Surely he hasn't gone senile and forgotten her? He doesn't look to be that old, yet.]

[shadowblends]

[she finally turns to face him and kurt's shoulders stiffen, wondering if he's going to be corrected or not. when his name is spoken, he slackens at the realization that it is his fellow blue mutant in disguise.]

Raven, [the teleporter breathes with relief this time, lips quirking at her response.] And you, I'd say.

[he wonders — offhandedly — if she happens to remember any time as a moiran, but resists asking for the moment.] When did you arrive?

[personify]

[It hurts to look at him. To see her own failures reflected back at her. At least he's grown into a fine young man, even if it had been without her help. Raven turns completely from the force field to step closer to Kurt.] It's been two days. I haven't really... adjusted. This place doesn't make any sense.

[magneticfields]

[ Erik looks up from his notes to check something he is marking and realizes that Charlie is looking at him. He glances at her. And then blinks. ]

Raven?

[ He's still not entirely sure, but nobody else ever looked at him like that. ]

[personify]

[Her head tilts like a curious puppy. Maybe it's brain damage. He got hit on the head too hard? He's looking right at her and he's still not sure?

If he really can't be sure, she'll make it crystal clear for him. Her skin ripples, blue scales running up her body until she's unmistakable. It's Raven. In all her glory.]

[magneticfields]

[ His heart skips a beat and he stands up, knocking the chair over behind him. ]

Raven!

[ He wants to run over to her, hug her, but he knows better than to try something like that when she's annoyed with him. ]

When did you get here? There... there's a young woman here. Charlie. She looks just like you, I thought you were her. She was you.

It's really you. [ He finishes, exhaling and smiling softly. ]

[feellikeshowingoff]

a. Spare Parts:

The mask is uncomfortable. Every breath seems to just add to the sticky humidity around his mouth and nose. He keeps lifting his hand to minutely adjust it, as he pokes around. He knows - sort of - what he's looking for.

John Allerdyce may not have his shiny new flame-thrower, but he'd helped Magneto put it together. And he hadn't done half bad at Shop class. So he may not have it now, but that didn't mean he wouldn't have one soon.

b.Observation:

The boy's hair was starting to get a distinctly shaggy look to it. As he rakes a hand through it, it's easy to see how the sweat and oils from his skin and scalp are degrading the gel. He doesn't seem to notice, his gaze fixed on the view of the outside.

It's hard to get over. That's space out there, and he's still feeling dizzy and sick. One moment, he's in New York, the next he's here. Where ever here really is.

He tugs his leather jacket on a little more firmly, before his hand wanders to his pocket for a familiar lighter.

c. You Decide:

[Or tag him with something, IDK. Feel free to hit me up on orchidoaktree. I'm friendly, I promise!]

[shadowblends]

[he's been traveling with this group for a little more than a year now, and the last time he'd seen her was almost eight months ago. the fact she's made a reappearance relieves him in a way he can't explain, especially considering how well she looks. surely, this meant their homeworld was in the same condition?]

It doesn't at first, but you'll get used to it. Every day I come up here, I'm reminded that yes, I'm really in space and it's— [a pause, attention briefly averting to the storm.] Amazing, [he finishes, returning his gaze to her while stepping further in.]

[personify]

[This reaction is somehow more baffling than his non-reaction of moments before. Her yellow eyes go wide as the chair topples over. Her legs uncross and she sits up to regard him, standing there across the table.]

I've only been here a couple days. You must have been here longer, I'm assuming.

[If that reaction is anything to go by. He looks like he's about to have a mental break down.] It is really me. [She'll have to address the thought of having a doppelganger later. For now her attentions are on how relieved he seems to be. Like he hasn't seen her in ages when it's been hardly a month for her.]

[personify]

I never really spent much time thinking about space travel. And certainly nothing like this. [She'd never had much time for daydreaming or worrying about what laid beyond. The ground right on Earth held enough problems.]

[She keeps her eyes on Kurt, watching him as he gets closer. He's not about to... hug her, is he? She's not sure she's mentally prepared enough for that, but she doesn't step away to remove the option, just yet.] It's something, alright. How long have you been here?

Spare parts

[that_cost]

Charlie’s been to the junk yard a few times already. She has no real reason to be here, but the metal spider things are kinda fascinating. Not to mention she’s just terrible at holding still. So, mask firmly in place, she starts exploring and possibly even picking up a thing or two. If she thinks she can use it, it goes into her ratty backpack.

If she can’t? It’s tossed away via telekinesis. And don’t worry. She’s aware of the other guy, so she’s not just winging shit in any old direction. When she notices he seems to be looking for something specific, she calls on to him.

“What are you looking for? Maybe I can help?”

She came dressed for the situation. Somewhat. Her clothes are a bit thicker and more durable, protection against the rusty and sharp metal around. So. It’s possible she knows a thing or two.

[shadowblends]

Neither did I, but considering the circumstances ... [he raises a hand, motioning vaguely to their current surroundings, mirth clear in the way his lips curve higher.

don't worry, raven-- he isn't going for anything that sentimental. they're still a good arms-length away once he stops, both arms moving to tuck loosely behind his back, posture stiff as a board.] A year or so now.

[personify]

[Raven stares at him, brow furrowing deep.] A year.

But I've only just saw you. At the mansion. [It doesn't make any sense. Is it time travel, perhaps? Something else?]

a! \o/

[personify]

[He might catch a glimpse of his dear old sister in his mind. Although, she's not the same as she was... so he might be forgiven for not immediately recognizing her mind in the sea of voices in this trash heap.]

[Raven is looking as he might expect her to, blonde and oh so normal except for the mask they've given her to wear while on this planet. But her look is not by choice anymore than it had been when she'd been his sister. It's because she didn't want to be bothered with irritating questions. She's picking through a pile of what she thinks are old computers. She's lifting up a small tablet of some kind, but the language on it doesn't look to be English or any language Raven has ever seen- when she hears it. The cursing.

And then her eyes spot the man in the yellow and blue jumpsuit... falling down a trash hill in the distance. She blinks several times in disbelief. And then her feet are moving of their own accord. Charles? He's here too. But that outfit. He's walking. It's too much to process and accept in the small amount of time between when she seems him and when she'll finally reach him.]