TEST DRIVE #002

[reveriemod]

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

Hank McCoy ✖ xmcu

[bestials]

observation deck

[ There's a tall, pale skinned man standing in front of the large wall of windows. His jaw hangs slack, and he fussily pulls his glasses off to wipe the lenses clean on the pocket of his jumpsuit. ]

This is, this is incredible. An alien planet. It's too far to tell if it's inhabited-- no way to know if there's intelligent life, but in any event-- an honest to goodness alien planet.

[ He seems thrilled. He chuckles to himself, turning to whoever's nearby with a smile. ] Wasn't all that long ago I watched the moon landing.

network; un: beast

This technology is amazing. It's all decades beyond anything I've seen. I have to ask though, has anyone found a lab on this station? I'm something of an amateur chemist and I have a friend who needs some medicine which is complicated and difficult to synthesize.

[ Not an all out lie. Yes, he needs the medication which allows him to retain his human appearance, but Charles also will need the serum which allows him the use of his legs. ]

Oh, my name is Dr. Hank McCoy. It's weird how that name was taken...

wildcard

[ After enough time without his own serum, Hank begins to revert to his more bestail, big blue furry form. Problem being: the jumpsuit he was supplied is not quite big enough for blue Hank. Feel free to run into a big blue guy trying to stop his sleeves from ripping apart at the seams. ]

observation deck

[magneticfields]

[ How distracting is this planet? How long until Hank realizes who's standing next to him? How will he react? Erik has no idea. He's hoping for a response more on the positive end of the spectrum, as much as he and Hank ever have positive reactions toward each other. The truth is he's been quite lonely on this station and the sight of a recognizable face is a considerable relief. So he stands next to his erstwhile friend/rival/enemy/acquaintance and just savors the moment of familiarity. Until Hank turns to address him. ]

Life, certainly. Somebody built this place, after all. Whether it's still there and how intelligent it ever was, that's less clear.

[bestials]

[ Hank doesn't notice at first, but when Erik speaks, he does a mighty double take, adjusting his glasses. ]

Erik! You're here! You look... [ Older? As grouchy as ever? ]...Well.

[magneticfields]

[ Erik briefly considers how satisfying the irony would be if he choked Hank out for that, but refrains. This start is better than he anticipated, so either Hank is from a point far earlier than Erik is, or he's faking it. ]

That's generous. I've been stuck in this place for weeks. I haven't been able to find a way back. It's crawling with humans. Nobody knows why we're here, and there have been strange happenings that seem almost designed to cause as much stress as possible. [ The look he gives Hank is resigned. ] What have you been up to lately?

[bestials]

Um. [ Hank swallows thickly. That was kind of a lot to process, all at once. At least Erik's mention that the place is, quote, "crawling with humans," serves to disavow Hank of the notion that he was kidnapped because he was a mutant. ] Not much...?

[ He shakes his head as if to clear it, and finally turns his body to face Erik, rather than just address him standing side by side. ]

What do you mean you've been here for weeks? I just saw you, in Washington.

observation deck

[rk800connor]

[Connor stepped closer to the glass as the man beside him spoke, the circular light on the side of the android's temple spinning yellow as he gave the planet a closer look.]

Do you recognize any of these star systems? I'm unable to match them to any discovered systems in our galaxy. [A fact that was distressing. It was throwing off his internal GPS, which wasn't ideal.]

The moon landing? The moon landing that occurred on July 20th, 1969? [Connor turned away from the alien planet to give Hank a puzzled look.]

[bestials]

[ If Hank notices the glowing light at the man's temple, he makes no mention of it. He's been operating under the assumption that whoever kidnapped them targeted them because they are mutants, so he just assumes the circle mark is a mutation of some kind. ]

Yes, that's the one. That was the big one everyone stopped to watch on television.

[rk800connor]

[There were much more distracting things present than the small LED light on the side of the androids temple. The view of the stars continued to demand Connor's full attention as he made partial matches, thinking maybe he'd located something familiar only for no full match to be possible.]

Why were you rewatching such an old event? [The little light spun again, this time a soft blue as he thought. For a moment he thought, maybe, it might have been during an event celebrating an anniversary of the landing, but, unless it was annual, there wasn't a significant marker until next year, which would have been the 70th anniversary of the landing.] Are you a teacher? [He's trying, okay? Definitely reaching at straws.]

[bestials]

[ It may have been a grasp at states, but it was closer to the truth than the becircled man might know. (depending on Hank's canon point) ]

Sort of? Not anymore. But I wasn't talking about rewatching it. I meant, we all gathered around the set in '69 to watch it happen.

wildcardin if that's cool!

[raverie]

[ Having little success in finding any of the mutants she was arrested alongside, Sonya's given herself the goal of finding the infirmary instead. It seems less hopeless than the search for her friends right now, and she could use a win right now.

She's coming out of the gym, a little disappointed and a little disgusted--that water seems like a breeding ground for bacteria--when she nearly walks into the big blue guy rushing past.

A noise of surprise, and she's reached out to grab his arm. Gently. (And that's when she thinks you don't even know they're a mutant they could be an alien what are you doing. But it's too late, the deed is done. ]

Hey! Are you all right?

of course!

[bestials]

[ Hank's default first reaction to being grabbed is to snarl in the offending stranger's direction, but he regains his composure soon enough, taking a deep breath and smiling apologetically. ]

Sorry. Yes. I'm just... having some trouble adjusting.

[raverie]

[ She lets go at the snarl, holds her hand up between them instead, some gesture of peace. ]

No, I'm... [ She shakes her head, as if to say my fault. ] I didn't mean to startle you.

[ She can relate to having some trouble adjusting. ]

You weren't arrested before you got here, by any chance?

[bestials]

Arrested? [ He echoes, confused. That's a very... specific question to ask of someone you've just met. ]

Not exactly.

[ There was that mess, but no one had arrested them. ]

un: perfection

[personify]

What's the medicine for? Is your friend sick?

[What are you up to, Hank? And who's this 'friend'? Is someone else here too? Dread is filling her up to bursting.]

[bestials]

[ The bouncing ellipsis that indicates Hank is typing displays for a long time as he tries to decide how candid he wants to be with a stranger. (Thanks, Raven, for choosing such an anonymous username!) ]

No, it's not an illness. The formula is to treat the lingering after effects of an old injury my friend suffered. It's a very complicated gene therapy treatment I devised myself, actually, but I figured more people would understand if I called it a medicine.

[personify]

[Unlike some people she doesn't want to go around announcing her presence. The mention of gene therapy makes her bristle. It's good this is over text or she may not have been able to hide her distaste. She can't help but think of his experiments using her blood...]

I see. That's some injury if you need to alter their genes to fix it.

[She's got a clear idea of who he's talking about too.]

[bestials]

[ Hank never was very good at being covert. His ability to hide his true nature will disappear altogether if he can't make more of his suppression serum. ]

It sounds more intense than it really is, honestly.

[ He doesn't want to give too much information away, but... he needs answers. And resources. ]

Do you know of any lab aboard?

wildcarding it!

[theycalledmeacurse]

[ It's been a few days since Rogue's vision started returning, but everything is still fuzzy and hard to focus on, like her eyes don't remember how to do it anymore. Walking around is easier at least; she doesn't have to worry about not seeing someone headed her way, she just can't always make out one blurry shape from the next.

The particular shape up ahead, though? That blue's pretty darn hard to miss. The figure is too large to be Mystique, thank goodness, lacking the litheness the woman had always possessed, but there have been plenty of other blues in her life. Still, without being able to get a good look at them, she can't make any assumptions, even if there do seem to be more mutants showing up lately. ]

Are you alright, sugar?

[bestials]

[ Hank had been breathing a little heavily, distractedly tearing at the confining cloth of his sleeves, when he hears someone call out to him. He can't help the way he flinches, uncomfortable being seen in such a state.

But then, he was on live television looking like this. The whole world knows he's blue and furry. Why not space, too? ]

I'm alright, [ He answers, still sheepish. ] Just... a little uncomfortable.

[theycalledmeacurse]

[ There's something about his voice that's familiar, an echo of memory trying to connect with something more recent. There's something different though, like time passing between the two points her mind is trying to put together, and so she's not quite there yet. ]

Not used to uniforms like this?

[ Her tone is conversational, friendly, and she purposefully puts a bit more emphasis into her southern drawl, knowing people often found it soothing. ]

[bestials]

[ He chuckles softly, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose with clawed fingertips. ]

No, I've worn flight suits like this before. [ He's designed flight suits like this before. ] It's just that this one isn't exactly my size, like this.

wildcard if that's okay!

[backwaterbelle]

[Blue-skinned people will always catch her attention, but even without that trait, his awkward behavior most certainly shifts her focus entirely onto him as he moved down the hallway.]

Hank?! [She seems surprised to see him, but a warm smile of recognition immediately lights up her features and puts her at ease. Even if he's from another universe, he's still Hank.] Ah'd worry less about the gun show and more about your britches. These uniforms ain't spandex anythin'.

tentatively placing this after his previous thread with the other Rogue

[bestials]

[ He isn't used to people recognizing him by name-- especially when he looks like this. He can count the number of people who know this side of him on one hand, and most of them are dead. Though, he supposes, that anonymity is probably out the window after Paris. Still, anyone who saw him on live television wouldn't know his name.

He turns, squinting at the familiar-yet-not appearance of the woman speaking to him. ]

Rogue? [ Though, maybe not... A sister perhaps? Though why would that unique hair coloration be genetic? (If she's a mutant, he can probably throw anything he knew about hereditary genes right out the window.)

In any case, he coughs quietly and tries to get a handle on the tattered remains of his jumpsuit. ]

Ahem. Yeah, I was, uh. Trying to find out if they had anything in a larger size.

Poor Hank XD;

[backwaterbelle]

[It's her turn to be startled, as no one she's run into has yet recognized her, but it doesn't take long for her face to break out in a wide grin as she exhales in relief, releasing tension she doesn't know she's been holding.

Truth be told, he's been through so many evolutions in appearance that his slightly different look doesn't even phase her. Maybe he's even from her world? Doubtful, but one can hope.]

You're a sight for sore eyes sugah.

[And she's not lying about that. His explanation earns an empathetic chuckle as she nods down the hallway. She's snagged She-Hulk's powers previously, and that definitely destroyed that suit beyond repair.] You mind company?

[bestials]

[ He smiles a bit awkwardly at the nickname, wondering if he ought to remind Rogue that, from his perspective, they have only just met. In the end, though, he's too shy to say anything about it. ]

Um. Sure. Maybe you have a better idea of where to look than I might.