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reveriance2018-05-18 06:46 pm
reveriemod) wrote in reveriance2018-05-18 06:46 pm
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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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[ That brief delusion he indulged in. A peaceful life. A family. A child. There's nothing Charles can say, no passive-aggressive sneer that could cut deeper than the fresh wound. Added to all the other losses.
He's not about to tell him the truth about the scar. He hasn't earned that. ]
Friendly fire. I wish you could say you look better than the last time I saw you, but why start lying now.
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You were never one to pull your punches, Erik. It would be worrying if you started now.
( He almost makes a comment on it, the last time you saw me I was trying to bring Logan back to himself and you were trying to murder my sister. It doesn't have a point, not when Erik is supposedly from the future.
He pushes his shaggy hair out of his face again, glancing at Erik once more. Charles' shoulders are hunched in on themselves, his mouth a thin line. JHe might as well try to get information. At least until he drinks enough to not care. )
How many people do you think are on this station?
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[ He swallows some of his drink. It's terrible. If he could only find some charcoal filters. He looks at it because he doesn't want to look at him. The misery etched over his features. Misery that Erik can't help because of what he did to cause it.
The change in subject is unexpected. He was anticipating a more extensive excoriation, but maybe Charles wore himself out on the subject for the time being. Erik certainly isn't optimistic, or naive, enough to think it's settled. ]
Haven't been able to get a solid count. A few dozen, no more than a hundred as far as I can tell. It's not stable, which complicates things. People appear and disappear pretty much at random. Maybe one of us will get lucky.
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( Charles might be a mess, he might be broken, he might be damaged. But he's still Charles Xavier, his need to protect resides inside of him more strongly than anything else.
And Erik, for all their problems, is the one man he can count on to make sure that happens. )
I was told there were people from Mars here, a few more mutants would hardly surprise me.
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A few. Some from alternate versions of our world. Pietro is fast, like Peter. Wanda can do some sort of telekinesis like Jean, Rogue absorbs life force, powers, and memories through her skin. Dealing with that one is a struggle. Lorna has powers very similar to mine. Sonya... I'm not quite sure, it has something to do with memory manipulation. Some don't call themselves mutants but "Inhumans". They have this story about aliens manipulating their genes and... [ He shakes his head. ] It's obviously nonsense. [ He pauses. ] Most worlds we don't exist at all.
[ He meets Charles' gaze again. ]
They're going to have expectations of you.
[ It is a fact, and he states it as such. What he chooses to do with that information is up to him. ]
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( She'd been something of a calming influence on Charles. ) She's scared though. I think some treading lightly there would be best. She assumed all of this was a telepathic assault. She's a nice girl, there's just something there. Something's happened to her.
( He'd been talking to Erik like a peer, like they might have done years ago. The future of their people had been uncertain, but they'd been so full of hope. It makes something ache in his throat. )
They'll have to get over that. I'm hardly in a position to do much for them.
( And if his powers come back, well. Then he'll be even worse. )
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[ An observation of a fact. Different things, different times, different circumstances. But none of them have escaped unscathed. His jaw tightens at Charles' dismissal of them. ]
So that's the plan, then. I do what I can while you wallow in whatever swill the station can produce.
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( He offers Erik a cheery little smile, something that should be sweet but instead remains dull and vicious. )
I'm powerless, Erik. And in this place I don't have my fortune, my home, I don't have anything else to give. So, good luck. You'll need it.
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You could have your powers back whenever you want them. You know this. The money and the house do not define you. You value yourself so little that you would put a dollar sign on it? That all you are to them is some kind of producer of material comforts?
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( It's an age old fear, if he's honest. Growing up he'd always known he was privileged. He'd only wanted to be kind, but there were so few ways of being so when all he had was money. Especially once people found out about his wealth.
Having the ability to hear the truth of things had left a scar that never healed, and haunting the halls of his mansion have re-opened them. He's glad his power is gone, he thinks viciously, glad that he no longer has to hear the echoing darkness of all the people around him. )
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[ Erik looks away and taps his fingertip on the bar, frustration heating to the boiling point. ]
I don't know the limit to what I can do. I know I can destroy whole planets, and I can do it in such a way that nobody can stop me. But you stopped me. You convinced me not to. Not with your powers or your money or your fucking house. It was because you have that... innate, human, ability to draw people to you. To inspire them. To keep them loyal.
[ He finishes his drink and slams the empty glass on the bar. ]
So you can keep wasting that. And I'll do my best, and probably fail.
[ He gets up to leave. ]
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Planets? That's a far cry from lifting a submarine. It makes him wonder what the future holds for Erik. Should he be afraid of the fact that the other man's powers have advanced so far? Is it futile to? Or has he known all along that this particular man ( sometimes wonderful, sometimes not ) was destined for greater things than he'd allow himself. He wishes he knew what to say, he wishes he knew what to do.
Erik rises, and Charles lets weariness overcome him. He sighs, rounding his shoulders into a hunch, doesn't watch as the other man walks away. Instead he focuses on his drink, the weak beat of his heart. )