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leavin’ on a jet plane
"Don’t know when I’ll be back again."

ABOARD THE MOIRA

The Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences 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 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 from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a long platform and that the room is filled with a soft cerulean light. It's slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you, and nothing is familiar. Shortly after, you are led out and toward the medbay.

Inside this room, you are given a physical scan and offered a contract to sign that states you are now part of the crew of the Moira with a specific job. Any questions you might have would be answered in a straightforward manner as well as an explanation about how the Ingress, the thing that has pulled you onto the Moira, is broken and bringing people here unintentionally. This process also consists of a complete work-up of medical history and current health, and afterwards, you are given your MID, a device that is integrated into your hand or wrist with only the slightest pinch. From there, you are guided out of the medbay and to your living quarters.

Whether adjusting to space travel has been difficult or not, there is always something to be done. From working to leisure, the Moira offers a multitude of opportunities to get to know your crewmates a bit better. Exploration of the ship is highly encouraged. You may notice a slight change in the artificial gravity every once in awhile; however, more noticeable changes can be found in overall morale of those of the crew.

☄ on your own

There are plenty of other communal areas on the ship to explore! Pick a place, and see where it takes you. ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. )

The day begins normally. Or almost.

The Moira has accidentally fallen along the trajectory of an asteroid barreling its way through space. While most things like this are not uncommon, and the ship is far from any potential danger of collision or risk of debris damaging the exterior, there is something particularly odd about this specific occurrence. The rock itself appears to give off a strange light that is both eerie and alive. Often, if looked at in just the right manner, it will shift colors; so, while one person sees one side of the spectrum, someone else could see something entirely different. At first, things continue on as they usually do aside from the glowing asteroid alongside the Moira, but as the hours go on, that does not seem to be the case.

☄ the hours are breathing
resignedly beneath the sky the melancholy waters lie
With a rather open view of stars and space, thanks to the skylight above, the pool in the rec area suddenly comes alive beneath the light of the asteroid filtering in. Perhaps it’s some natural response to the chemical composition of the water, or perhaps it’s magic. Yet, regardless of the explanation, those who happen to take a dip suddenly find themselves plagued by despair. The depression and melancholy are not subtle changes either; it slams into you with great force, like a punch to the gut. The longer you remain in the pool, the deeper it grows, like an all-consuming paranoia that settles into the back of your mind and causes your heart to grow heavy. These strong feelings will eventually fade if you choose to leave the pool and dry off, but as long as you remain damp from the pool, those emotions will continue to linger. Even after you’re completely dry, there will be no mistaking just how intensely you felt or why. There is no explanation and might not be. Would you dare a second swim to test whether or not it was a fluke? ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. )

☄ those who have crossed
the eyes are not here, there are no eyes here
The walls are shrinking in. Every room you step into feels much too small, like there isn’t enough room to even breathe. A crowded place becomes startlingly empty, and no matter how much you run, how much you explore, there is no one there to comfort you or answer your calls for help. Hallucinations run strong between the lulls of obscene loneliness or claustrophobia, and exposure to the glow of the asteroid is really the only thing to thank for that. You’re desperate to claw your way out of the ship—open the emergency hatch in the Cargo Bay, bust the glass of the Observation Deck. What’s worse is that it’s not just you. It’s catching, and the fear of being next is very real. It feels like you’re being watched, that everyone around you is looking and seeing everything you are. Or are not. The only way to make it stop is to admit that you’re afraid of being seen, but who, in the deep madness of the self, has the courage to ever admit the truth? ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. )

☄ the sun in flight
rage, rage against the dying of the light
Something has drifted its way onto the Moira from the outside. Unlike the faint luminosity they give off, they suck up all the light around them, making them the only source to see by. From far away, they are just flitting balls of light, but if you get close enough to inspect them, they are mean. And have sharp, sharp teeth. Go poking, and they will bite you before trying to fly away while taking that only light source with them. The option to avoid them is quite easy if you’re not the curious sort, but without them around, it will be impossibly dark. As the asteroid moves on in the opposite direction of the Moira, these light creatures begin to dissolve and fade away with it. However, a word of caution: their bites glow. If you don’t manage to find the one that bit you and capture it between your hands, the bite will become a permanent glowing fixture of your body. ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. )

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[ She does jump at the sudden voice. But since it's one she recognizes, she turns quickly to him and grins wide. She doesn't hesitate to hug him, not even considering the fact he might not be joking around. That he might not even know her. ]

Peter! I'm so glad to see you!

[ To see someone else she knows from home. What a relief! ]

[He could dodge her arms, if he wanted. Probably would have if the fact she knew his name wasn't making his mind freeze up. Peter's gotten used to people taking one look at his hair or powers and mistaking him for Pietro. It's happened enough that he's practically got lines rehearsed for it. But it's never been his name, it's never been his face people reacted to.]

Um. The way you're hugging me, kind of makes me wish I could say the same.

[He tries to extract her gently, eyes wide and confusion written all over his face.]

I'm guessing you know me? I mean, whoa you said Peter so probably. That's weird. No one here but Charles knows me. Okay. Wait. [He's aware he's rambling.] Why don't we start with your name and me telling you timelines and universes are kind of screwed up here, so I don't recognize you.

[ And just like that, her relief takes a nosedive and she feels her stomach knot up as it sinks in and pulls herself away. Looking at him, really looking at him, she can see how he looks different. A little younger. His hair is longer. She reaches out enough just to feel what he's feeling, that confusion and shock.

He's not lying.

She backs up more, enough to lean up against the wall while he rambles, her eyes going to the floor. She reaches up to rub at her face. She's frustrated but more than that, trying to keep her powers in check. She's gotten better with them, yes. But right now she needs to remember stranger things have happened and this isn't anyone's fault.

Even when she just wants to cut this shit and go home.

Jean lets out a tired sigh, hands dropping back down to her sides. ]

I'm Jean. Jean Grey.

[He smiles at her tightly. He can see the apprehension and disappoint in her face. He knows he had to have looked the same the first time he saw someone that looked like Charles but wasn't, when he first met the Wanda here. He knows it's hard to see someone who should know you, but doesn't.]

I'd introduce myself but apparently you already know me. [He laughs, before he turns serious.] Which, want to tell me about that? Or maybe I should be asking if you're okay first. Are you? I mean, I know the whole ending up here thing is weird enough without this. You probably got a ton of questions.

[ She shrugs, tone a bit flat, frustration obvious but edging back down to a more manageable level. ]

As okay as a person can be after getting pulled onto a random spaceship in another universe.

[ At least that's what it seems like. And now she's having doubts about telling him anything about her or the time she's from. It's his future and her past and present. Wouldn't she be messing things up if she told him?

So, she'll go for something else for the time being: ]

How long have you been here?

So not okay at all. If it helps, at least you're not barfing. I've seen people come straight from the medbay and leave a mess, dude. So congrats on sort of having it together right now. And if you really want your mind blown, this isn't even the only other universe.

[He wonders if he should mention that he's not the only Maximoff around, if she knows him well enough that there being another him would even matter. It won't be hard for her to figure it out, with Pietro zipping around the place but he's not sure how much is fair to dump on her at once.

It was different with Charles. Peter was already upset with him when Charles showed up and couldn't feel bad about throwing too much on the man at once. But he doesn't know what relationship he has with this girl or how much she already knows about him.]

A long time. Like, half a year now. Some people have been here a lot longer. [He shrugs.] Let's do a question for a question. If you know me but I don't remember you, is it like a future thing? Because I know someone here that I'm from their future, kind of. And, like, everyone here is from the future and won't shut up about it so. You know. I've got questions about it.

[ There's a small quirk of her mouth. Faintly amused she can at least say "well, I didn't barf after getting here". Although the news that this isn't the only other universe isn't particularly comforting. Things are already complicated enough with what she understands of her situation (and it isn't much).

When he brings up the future, her lips press into a thin line and she looks back down at the floor. She shakes her head. ]

I thought you knew. Now... I don't know if I should tell you.

[ Because there's so much that happened. Jean wonders if she would've been able to do what she did if she had always known the world would be saved. Or maybe not knowing is what enabled her powers to help like they did. ]

Come on, dude. That's just being a tease.

[He laughs but there's tension set in his shoulders.]

Look, just tell me one thing. If you're from the future, you got to know about DC. Those robots, that man that attacked the president. [He takes a deep breath.] About mutants.

[He says the word carefully. If she's from home, she knows better about what the word means than anyone else here. He hasn't hidden what he is, not since he arrived, but he doesn't know what ideas she's brought with her.]

What happens after that?

[ She looks back up when he mentions DC, the Sentinels and mutants. She looks at him for a long moment, debating before deciding that she can at least tell him that much. ]

Mutants became common knowledge. Some people accepting it better than others. Magneto disappeared, Raven became a hero. The incident is taught in schools.

But...

[ She raises her hand some, ]

I knew what a mutant was before school taught me.

[ His goggles will start to float up and bump into his chin. If he'll let them keep going, she plans to pull them off completely. ]

Because I'm one, too.

Common knowledge? [He says it a little faint, a little disbelieving.] They didn't come after us? We're okay? Who's Raven?

[A slight pause as his mind whirls through processing this; the idea he hadn't help destroy things at home. He doesn't get that long, not before he's feeling the goggles move. It's only because he's so used to Wanda doing similar things around him that he doesn't move or jump. Peter just stares at her with a raised brow.

Powers like his sister. Interesting.]

You could have started with that, you know. [He smiles.] Dude, finally we're starting to get more of us around here! You know I was starting to think it would just end up as me and Charles. So is it just levitating stuff or what? I mean, groovy if it is but, you know.

[ Jean finally lets out a laugh, getting his goggles up and into his hair before leaving them there. ]

How could I when I thought you knew me already?

[ Then in his head, he'll hear her voice even as her lips don't move. ]

I'm a telepath, too. And because of Raven's actions that day, saving the president, she saved us from being pursued by the government. Some are forced into mutant fights and others treated like freaks but we're safe. For the most part.

[ Then she speaks again, pulling away from his mind, ]

When you say "Charles", you mean Charles Xavier, right?

Just a tip for the future. There's not a lot of mutants here, but showing off powers? That's always a good conversation starter around here.

[The voice just makes him smile wider.]

Okay. Now that is seriously cool. There are so many people around here you could freak out with that. [And probably garner a better reaction than just his speed gets.] Yeah. Xavier. You know the guy?

[His smile softens.]

That's good. Not for people forced into fights, obviously, But I mean, where I'm from- uh, when I guess, they just showed those things on the news and I thought. [He shakes his head, rolling his eyes and making an explosion gesture with his fingers.] I kind of thought it was all over, you know.

[ She lets out another laugh, shaking her head, ]

You're one of the few people to find it "cool". Even I didn't when I first got my powers.

[ If anything, it had frightened her terribly. But that was before she could control them.

Nodding, ]

Yeah, I know. Charles Xavier - I call him "Professor Xavier" - he was there. And afterward, he was able to reopen the school. The one for mutants. That's where I know him from. He helped me learn to better control my powers.

[ She takes a step closer to Peter, ]

You said he was here?

Why not? The stuff we can do is kind of amazing.

[It's clear she's talking to someone who's never had an 'issue' with his powers, with his mutant status. He's never really hidden what he could do, no need when he was faster than most people could see. With his family's lax reaction to his abilities, Peter never had a crisis over being different like so many mutants had.]

A professor? That guy? I mean, I saw the card for the school but it's kind of hard to believe he'd be much of a teacher. [Maybe if the guy didn't look perpetually hung over, Peter would have a little more faith. Or maybe Peter's still mad about letting a terrorist out and Charles is just a good scapegoat.]

Yeah. He showed up last month. He's probably at the bar, or doing whatever his interpersonal relations job does. Shouldn't be hard to find.

[ She knows it's amazing. It is. But it's scary, too. At least it was for her, in the beginning. Being able to hear all these voices and feel other people's emotions and not know what was going on. She thought she was going insane -- like Charles would later tell her when she came to the school. To meet another telepath had been beyond comforting.

It's why Peter's words and attitude bother her a bit. Brow creasing, ]

You don't like him.

[ A statement, not a question. ]

Not really.

[It's not like he can deny it, even if he wasn't dealing with a telepath. It's not like she wouldn't figure it out, if she spoke to Charles. Peter could have liked him; did actually, before he saw the results of their prison break.]

I don't really know him. But what happened in DC, a lot of that comes back to him. He's the one that wanted to let Erik out, you know. And you saw how that turned out.

And you don't think he had a good reason for doing what he did?

[ She understands what Peter is saying. But at the same time, she finds herself wanting to defend Charles. Maybe it's because of the man she knows now. She doesn't know what he was like when Peter met him. ]

He says he did. [If the man from the future was to be believed, Charles may have had the best kind of reason to let Erik free.] But he could have left me out of it. Or told me what I was getting into.

[ There's a few things she could say in response to that. But the main thing she wants to know is: ]

Why did you help them?

[ He didn't have to, good reason or not. But he did anyway. ]

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[He crosses his arms over his chest, but the action isn't defensive. It's awkward. He knows how bad his reason sounds; it's why he hasn't talked about it to anyone but Charles, who didn't already have a good opinion of him.]

I didn't know what it was about. Or what Erik had done. [That much is defensive. He doesn't want to sound like a villain, offering to break out a killer.] They were the first mutants I'd ever met, you know.

[It's not really an answer, it's just a stall for time.]

[ Her voice isn't defensive or accusatory. But softer, a little quieter. ]

That's not an answer.

[ But already she has an idea. First mutants he had ever met. Of course he'd want to help them out, be around them. It's only natural. ]

No. But maybe I don't have one. Maybe I was just bored and breaking into the Pentagon just sounded like fun.

[She's not far off from the truth. Being around other's with powers, particularly one they said had the same power as someone his mother told him about, it was enticing. Between Charles and Hank, it was so easy to just believe whatever they said. But Peter's not lying either; he was a bored kid looking for a better challenge.]

Maybe I saw an opportunity and took it, and didn't realize how stupid it was until later.

[ She listens to him, knowing he was still dodging the real answer but also telling the truth about the boredom part. Eventually, her response comes: ]

And maybe it was something that needed to happen in order to show the world that not all mutants are like him.

You mean the blue chick. [Raven. Whoever.]

You sound like Charles, you know. He seemed to think it was all necessary too.

[ She nods. ]

Raven. Mystique. Whatever name she chooses to go by.

[ And then she shrugs, ]

He's the only other telepath I've ever known. And it playing out the way it did ultimately worked in our favor. I know you can't understand that from where you're from but... just give me the benefit of a doubt, okay?

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