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TEST DRIVE #002

TEST DRIVE #002

( 0 0 1 ) » WAKE UP

Were you asleep or were you unconscious? It doesn't matter: when you come to, there's an odd taste in your mouth and there's a low-level mechanical hum in the air. Your head hurts and you feel nauseous. You aren't anywhere you know: everything around you is metal, from the floor you lie on all the way to the ceiling. You are dressed in a jumpsuit you definitely weren't wearing before.

"We tried to save the world. I think— I think we did the opposite."

The message repeats on a loop. If you look for its source, you find a comms device on the floor next to you. The logo on its wallpaper says REVERIE TERMINAL. Upon closer inspection, you find the same logo on your jumpsuit.

Welcome to your new home. What choice do you have but to explore your surroundings?

( 0 0 1 . 1 ) » WAKE UP WHERE?
When you wake up, you find that you're not alone. But more importantly, you find that you're in a closet. An empty closet, bar you and your new companion. It's small, cramped, and there is no door that you can see. The ceiling is low, there is barely any lights, only some coming from the tiny flashlight clipped to your suit's shoulder. You cannot be sure that there is any air coming in to the room.

Are these grooves in the wall supposed to mean something?

( 0 0 2 ) » OBSERVATION DECK

There were no windows in the corridor you woke up in and no windows in any of the crew quarters you might have checked for occupants — but there are plenty of windows on the uppermost level of the station, deck 1. In fact, there are windows from floor to ceiling all along the circumference of the station's circular deck, and it's possible to walk along it all. What it shows is a strange solar system you've never seen before and a planet that might resemble one you know, but certainly isn't the same.

You're in space. You don't know where you are. Neither does anyone else.

( 0 0 3 ) » BAR

On deck 3, you find the bar. Tucked away from the crew quarters, it's dimly lit, there are bar stools thrown down on the floor and what looks like some very old drink spills, crusty and dark against the bar top. But there is alcohol here, or at least, what you think is alcohol, in bottles with faded labels, most of them indecipherable. Take a drink, get drunk, start a fight, or start a party? You're stuck on this station, might as well make the most of it, right?

( 0 0 4 ) » SPACEQUAKES

One second, you are is walking. Magnetic boots are on, the ground feels solid enough, for a metal deck in a space station. Everything is perfectly fine, or at least as fine as it can be, given that you still don't know where you are or how you came to be here.

The next moment, it's like everything explodes around you. You're thrown against the wall as sparks erupts from electrical panels, as the whole station rumbles and shakes around you. You fall to the deck, earning yourself scratches from the grating. When you look up, it's like nothing has happened. No wires hanging from open panels, no flickering lights, no more shaking. Like an earthquake in space.

( 0 0 5 ) » NETWORK

The comms device you found next to you when waking up connects to a station-wide network, REVERIE NET. You have the option to post video, voice or text messages.

What will you share?

( 0 0 6 ) » WILDCARD

The station features a variety of locations, from sleeping quarters free for the claiming to a dirty swimming pool and a bar that still holds alcohol (though some of the bottles seem to have been opened a while ago).

Go wild, but don't wreck the place. It's your home for the foreseeable future, after all.

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wow. haha. they're not really pointless questions, i don't think?
but i kind of see your point.
if we don't know, why bother, right?

anyway, um. questions. right. here we go

1.
lots? i don't really know the numbers but i'm eighteen and there's a LOT of people younger than me.
probably... 20-30 people? maybe?
i don't know if they're all noncombatants though.
i'd rather not do any fighting but honestly i'm probably better suited for it than most of the humans here

2. i get really easily distracted? and people say i'm really hard to deal with sometimes.
those are the only Quirks i can really think of. i'm just kind of dumb aside from that? haha.
supernatural stuff i can do though! since i'm the devil and all.
uhh, let's see...

-i can fly
-i can survive in space? sort of?? my wings don't work there so that's less good
-it's really hard to sneak up on me. like if i was asleep it'd probably work, but i have nearly 360 degree vision now?? which is way more helpful than you'd think.
-i'm pretty okay with fixing up radios and sirens, even if i can't use them anymore. or maybe i can? i haven't really tried since i got here
-i guess i glow? but that seems less helpful. like, i light up rooms, but also i can't turn it off.

okay. there's probably more? but like
i think that's all i can think of right now.
i hope that helps :)

[that concerns him more. the idea that something is getting in the way of letting apollo fully charge. he's seen the other man on empty. has had to drag his almost lifeless body around before when he's pushed himself that little bit too far. so if apollo is having trouble recharging here, he knows they need to find a way around it before it's too late. before it finds a way to get any worse.]

That's not our sun. Maybe we need to find you another one.

[though he doesn't like the idea of apollo heading off alone to try and look for one. if he isn't at full power, what's to stop him draining completely when he's too far out to be recovered?]

For now, you need to show me where we're staying.

[because standing out in the open like this isn't entirely comfortable. he may have apollo there to watch his back, may trust him completely, but it isn't the same. it isn't that whirling mass of calculations he's come to rely on to keep himself safe.]

It was empty when I came in.

[He could just close his eye and go back to sleep, buuuut now she's said something interesting. He opens his other eye and sits up, though he still doesn't leave.]

A "new" arrival? How long has this been going on?

It's the age of majority in Japan.

[Ridiculous or not, it's the law he's used to. Not that he intends to try to force anyone to conform to it--he just wants to know who the kids are, and how many of them there are.

As for the other thing, he just needs. A minute. Even though he knows that some Weird Shit is going on with this space station and it's suddenly very possible that he could meet someone from another planet...vampires is still a bit. Much.]

...Well, I don't need a demonstration right now. A description will do.

[Please don't say you sparkle. He's heard so many Things that cannot be unheard from his days of teaching teenagers. Some fiction does not need to be reality, okay.]

:OO < wait, terezi?
:33 < yes i'm a troll!
:33 < and terezi's one of my best furriends!
:33 < she's really here?

[It takes Aizawa a minute or two to digest all of that. The part he's a little stuck on is being the devil, which he ends up just dismissing as Edgy Teen Bullshit because honestly. He's had to suspend so much disbelief already and he's not quite prepared to accept the absurdity that he could be speaking to the actual literal devil from Christian theology.]

it's not so much that the question is pointless as there's no point in asking it here, because clearly nobody on this network knows the answer.

[If people knew the reasons behind their circumstances, there would surely already be plans in place for how to return, after all.]

as i said, i'm aware the minors and noncombatants are separate categories.

[After all, he professionally teaches minors how to fight more effectively. And though any children on this station are not officially his responsibility, he still feels obligated to watch out for them. 20-30, though...that's about the size of a standard Hero class at U.A., it shouldn't be too difficult to manage.]

and i'm not asking about personality quirks.
"quirk" is a term where i'm from that refers to a person's superhuman abilities or otherwise mutant physiology, such as your wings and glowing.

thanks for the information.
is aphrodite your name or a code name?

[Eraserhead obviously isn't his real name so. He's gotta ask.]

Edited 2018-06-06 03:35 (UTC)

I am from Wallachia, and do not abide by human law. You will find many of us do not.

[Alucard sighs.]

I have speed, endurance, and strength that normal humans cannot match. I also shapeshift. That is the information you will receive.

[Where on Earth is Wallachia? Well. Probably not on earth, for starters, but anyway.]

I'm not trying to enforce anything. I just want to know.

[Those abilities don't exactly scream "vampire" to him--All Might himself had a similar powerset, save the shapeshifting--but he chooses not to argue the point. It wouldn't be logical to do so.]

But I appreciate the information. Is Alucard the name you prefer?

Edited 2018-06-06 03:07 (UTC)

I will remember that.

[The list is very minimal -- for good reason. He doesn't plan on elaborating.]

Yes. And you?

Eraserhead or Eraser is fine, but you can also call me Aizawa if you prefer it.

How did you even get in..

[ did he slip in when she wasn't looking?? she was going to have to remind morgana to watch when she leaves the room from now on. ]

Well, this is only my third week here. Some have been here a little over a month. It seems like there's a fairly steady stream of people showing up. I'm afraid we're reaching maximum capacity..

Edited 2018-06-06 05:16 (UTC)

Door was open. Be more careful next time.

[Least he's just a random nothobo and not like, a murderer.]

A month, huh? [That's ... well, bad, but it could be worse.] And I don't suppose there's been any sign of the people who are actually supposed to be here.

[A beat]

What have you all been doing for food?

[ Where we're staying. That's enough to put a smile back on Apollo's solemn features. The only good thing about Midnighter being trapped on board with him now is that at least Apollo won't have to be so fucking lonely any more. Of course they've been separated for longer before, but not like this. Not across galaxies, universes, with no idea of how to return to each other.

The hand at Midnighter's hair is still there, gently stroking, as he quietly marvels at how ridiculously giddy he feels at having his husband in his arms once more. For so long, Apollo had refused to process the idea that Midnighter wouldn't find him. Being cut away from the other half of your heart was something that Apollo hadn't wanted to contemplate again, not after the last time. It was the kind of emotion that was too big, too painful, for him to even attempt to process. And so he'd told himself again and again, out loud and quietly within himself, that the Authority would come. That Midnighter would find him. And even now with Midnighter in his arms once more, he still doesn't have the words to be able to communicate how tiring that dogged optimism had been.

So instead he settles for communicating something much simpler. ]

Okay. I'll take you. But first -- [ He leans in, lips brushing against Midnighter's own in a heartfelt kiss. Brief, warm, gentle. Not a kiss of passion but of a gentle, familiar 'hello'. It's the kind of kiss they've shared thousands of times before, unremarkable in its familiarity but so painfully poignant in how much Apollo has missed it. After a heartbeat he pulls away again, only to murmur with an almost sheepish smile: ]

I missed you.

Edited 2018-06-06 17:45 (UTC)

( oo1. )

( For a moment, when he wakes, it's easy to pretend that the throbbing in his head is from a hangover. It usually is, these days. He lays on his back, an unfamiliar weight upon his chest, and refuses to open his eyes. But then the voice filters through the fog. Charles blinks slowly, eyes gummy, his lashes stuck together.

We tried to save the world. I think— I think we did the opposite.

It isn't a voice in his head, he knows that's ridiculous. It's been years. But it's incessant and insistent and he has to pay attention. And so Charles finds himself thrown unceremoniously into the realm of consciousness, rolling over onto his knees and groaning loudly. He feels sick. What did he drink? But no, he didn't. He was just --.

Erik. Raven. Christ, Erik had shot Raven. )

Hello?

( He doesn't know where he is. What the hell is he wearing? )

Is there anybody there?

( oo3. )

( It is a truth universally acknowledged that an Xavier in want of a drink will find their way to the nearest bar. He's propped up at the counter, uncaring about the taste of whatever he's drinking. There's a headache blooming behind his eyes and hysteria threatening to spill beyond his chest, and so the only course of action is to have a bloody drink.

Every so often he pushes his hair - he has so much of it and it's so grossly seventies - out of his eyes, or sighs like the world has ended. If he drinks enough, then he'll be able to forget that he's on a fucking space station, that his oldest friend and enemy has shot his bloody sister, and that presumably his world is about to go to war. Again. )

Pass us another bottle, will you?

( He's fine, it's fine. )

( oo4. )

( He's no stranger to calamity. Hell, he's lived enough of it. But when the hall seems to explode around him, Charles allows himself a second of fear. It's not that he's worrying about dying ( because what's the point ) but his legs go out from under him and the swoop in his stomach is enough.

No, not again.

But the floors shake and the walls spark and he may be somewhat depressed ( okay, definitely ) but he's not an absolute idiot and so he's scrambling back to his feet and there's nothing.

Nothing has happened.

Instinctively his fingers fly to his temple, straining against the chemical walls around his powers. Was that a vision? An hallucination? Is he going mad? )

Fuck. Fucking fuckitty fuck.

( Professor Charles Xavier indeed. )

( ooc. )

( okay this is obviously days of future past charles. he's not in a wheelchair right now, because of the serum but as time progresses that will wear off. he looks super gross, i'm sorry. grunge dad. i'm at athosing if you want to discuss anything. )

[ Of all the things to find aboard this mysterious floating spacecraft, a bar. Sonya's in survival mode, so she thinks...maybe the alcohol could be used to sterilize. Doesn't know what needs sterilizing yet, but that's not the point. She creeps (as much as anyone can creep in magnetic boots) in to raid the bottle stash, softly gasping when the man at the bar addresses her.

She didn't see him. He's blending into his surroundings rather effectively, which is not to say he looks like a pile of garbage but. You know. ]

You're just drinking it?

[ It could be poisoned. Or for aliens. ]

( He does look like a pile of garbage but thankfully, he can't hear her thinking it. )

Why not?

( He leans across the bartop, magboots on the rung of his stool to pilfer another bottle of ambiguous origin. Charles unscrews it without care, sniffs at it once, before taking a neat glug. )

Kill or cure, isn't that the saying?

Edited 2018-06-06 20:16 (UTC)

[ She's not a judgmental person by nature, so it's more concern than total disbelief at seeing him help himself. ]

Those two things are pretty far apart, don't you think?

[ For a 50/50 shot, anyway. She ducks behind the bar to start inspecting bottles. Taking her rightful place as resident agony aunt/bartender, maybe. ]

Do you live here? [ Not to further insult, but he kind of looks like the kind of person who would live on an abandoned space station. Maybe. She wipes the counter with the palm of her hand, absently cleaning, then frowns at it. ] Do you know if... This is a Trask facility?

[ Super casual. Like you do. ]

[his own expression turns soft at apollo's smile. it's something he's missed during all the time he's spent away from the carrier. away pretending to be human. the few times that their paths had crossed over those months away had never been filled with anything worth smiling about. sure, he missed apollo more than he could ever really explain. but it hadn't been enough to keep him from leaving time and time again. if it wasn't something he knows he needed to do, he'd regret it.

of course, he does regret leaving his family behind. but there hadn't been any other option at the time.

it takes him a beat too long to realize that he's staring. it's only once he's being kissed that he snaps out of it. that he returns the kiss, fingers still twisted tightly in apollo's shirt. it's grounding, in a way. being so close to the other man. being able to feel that heat that he'll only ever associate with his husband. quite how he ever thought he'd be able to find happiness without apollo in his life, he doesn't know. but he's here now, they both are, and he isn't going to give that up again without a fight.]

I love you.

[words that will never be enough to describe just how strongly he feels about apollo. but it's something he'll spend the rest of his life proving, no matter the forms it takes.]

( He doesn't seem all that concerned with making friends. At least not with women who want to clear the bar rather than help him drink it dry. In fairness, he's sure she's lovely. He's just had a very bad day, and now he wants to get drunk enough that when he wakes up again all of this won't have happened.

But then she mentions Trask, and well --. )

Do you work for him?

( His tone is sharp, suddenly. Angry. If he had his powers he could have used them, assured himself. But he doesn't, and he can't. )

Edited 2018-06-06 20:46 (UTC)

[ The shift in his tone makes her want to shrink back, but there's a spine of steel somewhere in there. Her voice softens, bending to the aggression instead of meeting it with more of the same.

Her nerves are frayed, but his response didn't give her any reason to fear him. ]

I'm asking if we're prisoners.

Presumably. We're in space. There's nowhere for us to run. We've been given a very long leash, but we're still collared. Though if you're wondering whether I think Bolivar Trask is the man responsible for all of this, then no.

( This isn't what Logan warned him about. If he's supposed to save the world, space would have been a pertinent detail. Taking another rough sip out of the bottle, Charles rubs his mouth with the back of his hand. )

You're one of us, aren't you? ( Why does he feel guilty saying that? He still is, no matter what he's done. ) A mutant?

Edited (i keep making mistakes, oy) 2018-06-06 21:00 (UTC)

[ Ever since the incident with the gravity rings, Erik has been on-edge. He never was totally sure about the stability of the station and the durability of all its systems, but to have the fragility of it all put in such stark relief has shaken him. As soon as the walls start shaking he lifts up, doing his best to not be tossed but the sudden shifts of gravity send him spinning and slamming into the walls and floor anyway.

It takes him a moment to rise to his feet. He's not a young man anymore, and he groans quietly as he tries to take stock of the damage. Of which there is none. To the station, anyway. And only superficial damage to himself, at least.

He goes still when he hears the all-too-familiar voice cursing up a storm. ]

Charles?

[ He looks up to see his friend with far more hair and far less wheelchair than when he last saw him. ]

Shit.

( Did he conjure him up out of a nightmare? No. No, because of course Erik is here. Charles' gaze flicks wildly from Erik's face to the scar on his throat, not quite obscured by the hideous jumpsuit they're both wearing. When did he get it? Was it there before? Why does he care as much as he does?

Anger is familiar, but even so it makes him sway on his feet. It's so strong, too strong.

( And yet, it's nothing compared to the ridiculous relief he feels. )

Instead of giving voice to either, Charles takes the short distance between them in strides, gripping Erik by the front of his suit and shoving him against the nearest wall. He's taller than Charles, but he makes up for it in impotent fury, voice rising too high. )

You shot my sister. We were supposed to help her!

Well, not directly...

[ Bolivar Trask is dead, but he says collared and her hand goes to her throat anyway. She thinks of the hatred in Agent Turner's eyes when he told her what he had planned for her.

Then Lauren and Andy, frozen with fear on a viewing monitor.

Sonya is the one frozen now, even though she shouldn't be. If this place is a prison for mutants... It catches up with her all at once and she leans on the bar, reaches as if to touch him, stops herself. But there's urgency in her tone. ]

Have you seen an Asian woman with black hair and green eyes? Like a cat's, I mean, not just -- green. Or a boy and a girl? Teenagers. Brother and sister.

[ It's been some time since Charles has been quite this angry with him. At least not when he is there and actually has to deal with it in person (sorry, Hank*). Erik is taken so off-guard he finds himself scrambling backwards as Charles approaches him. And isn't quite sure what to do with his hands once Charles has him pinned against the wall.

(Damn this would be easier if it weren't so hot.)

He isn't really interested in going over the same argument from ten years ago but it seems that's what's going to happen no matter what he wants. He takes a deep breath and pushes off the wall, leveraging his greater height in an attempt to force Charles to take a step back. ]

We were supposed to fix the future. That's what I was trying to do.

[ *Not really. ]

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TEST DRIVE #002

iv; text; un: aphrodite

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Would you believe I actually forgot I posted this?

it occurs to me he wouldn't actually bother with caps so. gently retcons

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charles xavier ( x-men / ota. )

03 drunk in space

SONYA!!!

so excited to play with the xcu a-listers!!!

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i play clarice in a different game so i'm super glad to see a sonya

i LOVE clarice ahhh they are so good together too

couldhavehaditall.mp3

( oo4. )

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kill bill sirens

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