TEST DRIVE #002

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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.

Comments

un: quicksilver

[supersonic]

There aren't any X-Men here. Or they're blessedly quiet, if there are.

[ He hasn't had to shut Cyclops up once. It's like a vacation. ]

[weaponised]

[ hm. ]

they're all gone, as far as i know. they disappeared.

[supersonic]

Then that's a point toward your alternate universes theory. The last time I saw them they were quite solid.

[weaponised]

i'd gladly have them back if it meant we had a chance in hell of surviving back home.

[supersonic]

[ ...Concerning. ]

You put an awful lot of faith in them. Isn't there anyone else?

[weaponised]

i don't put any faith in them. but they're mutants and we could use their help.

[supersonic]

In my experience, they haven't proved much better than humans, but I suppose there is something to be said for numbers.

[weaponised]

you knew them personally?

whoops, more to post

[weaponised]

or know, i guess.
it's fucking weird to think that there's another universe that much like mine.

[supersonic]

"Percussively" would be more accurate, if we're choosing adverbs -- in that I have hit several of them in the face, not had a spectacular number of intimate conversations.

Time travel is just as likely. It's 1967 for me, if that is any less weird.

[weaponised]

yeah, that's pretty fucking weird.

so who are you, anyway?

[ because he can't actually be-- can he? that'd be too much. ]

[supersonic]

My name is Pietro. Who are you?

[weaponised]

[ pietro. quicksilver. fought the x-men. .. yeah, this is bizarre. ]

as in pietro maximoff?

[ jesus. ]

lorna.

[supersonic]

[ Hm. Should he have used a username other than the one on probably every government agency watch list by now? ... Nah. ]

As in that, yes. Why, am I famous or in prison?

[weaponised]

more like infamous. you were part of the brotherhood where i'm from, but you're gone like all of them.

[supersonic]

[ The Brotherhood-- and that's it? Nothing afterward. Just that, and gone. There's a pause, slight but the first on Pietro's end since this conversation began. (What if his life never amounts to anything else?)

He doesn't confirm anything, but he doesn't tell her she's got it wrong, either. ]

Which side are you?

[weaponised]

i'm on the mutant side, which is the only side that matters anymore. it's just us and the humans that want us dead, and there are a lot of those.