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TDM 007

content warnings for this TDM include: violence, potential death, body horror, physical transformation, loss of senses, loss of autonomy

⏵ arrival⏴



Arrival does not happen as Aurora usually plans for it. New characters are introduced to the AI, then informed of a mission that they are required to participate in before they can return to their home base of Etraya. A world called Aphaia is falling apart, and while there is nothing they can do to resolve this broken world, they can participate in the Gamerunner's Stratagem.

Their mission is simple: step through the glowing purple portal that Aurora creates once they've had time to listen to her, and survive until a similar portal reopens in front of them, allowing them to return to Etraya. The Gamerunner's Stratagem is something they have been working on building for quite some time. She informs all newcomers that they will not be present on this world that long: their exit will appear to them exactly when it's meant to, allowing them to meet the others who have been recruited to save their worlds. She provides each and every arrival with an earpiece, allowing them to communicate with the other Etrayans. Aurora suggests taking a bag full of supplies along with them, which she will fill with a few generic items as well as any specific items they may need: synthetic blood for vampires, protein bars for those who may burn through calories faster, medication for anyone who requires it.


⏵ aphaia ⏴


Aphaia is a neon-lit, chaotic planet. Cameras are everywhere, every action and inaction is judged by the 'audience'. Towering holograms advertise upcoming events while flashing leader boards track the most "popular" players. Contestants are thrown into challenges, many of which are games of skill, survival, and deception all to keep the viewers entertained. Not participating is an option! However, avoiding playing along and not putting on a show will quickly cause participants' score to go down, and scores that reach zero? Well.

Unfortunately, there are only so many resources left on Aphaia. Their wildlife has died off, their planet is falling apart, and most others in this galaxy were either destroyed from the inside out, or warring planets trying to gain control of remaining resources destroyed them to avoid others getting involved. Their natural resources are depleted, and only those who manage to keep their scores up are given the luxury of having any supplies. As soon as one steps foot on Aphaia, as soon as they breathe, they intake nanotechnology which tracks their oxygen consumption, their food, everything they do or need. As soon as their scores reach zero?

They disappear. There one moment, and completely gone the next. Their communicators go offline, and while everything they were carrying will be left behind, no one will be able to find them. They are simply--gone, erased from existence.

This is a death and counts as a death as outlined in the game FAQ! Please keep this in mind.

"Points" that go towards their total score will be assigned to contestants from the moment they drop down on planet. This will be visible using the HUD on their earpiece, and will be randomized at the beginning. For the sake of the TDM, we ask that no one be assigned Paragon initially, but you're free to use other ranks!

The possible rankings are:

100: PARAGON
99-80: LUMINARY
79-70: CHAMPION
69-50: CONTENDER
49-30: UNDERLING
30-0: SHADE

Ranks may change daily, or even hourly depending on the kind of situation one has found themselves in. Are they having a very public break up in which it comes out that they wronged their ex? They may go from a Champion to a Shade before they can even blink. Did they save a defenseless reporter from the big bad villain of the week? They may find themselves quickly elevated up to Luminary and given all the benefits that comes with being upper class. The world is their oyster, they only need to figure out how they'd like to utilize it!

Aphaia is broken up into four districts.

The Colosseum is a dynamic battle arena where combatants fight for entertainment, with shifting environments controlled by the audience. Victories earn points, while losses depend on performance.

The Symposium is a lavish social hub for top contestants, where alliances and betrayals are made under the audience’s watchful eye.

The Agora is the public center of Aphaia, where contestants engage with the audience through polls, interviews, and challenges to maintain popularity. It also houses the contestants in high-rise apartments.

And Backalleys provide hidden spaces with intentional blind spots for secret dealings, though the Gamerunner is always aware of what happens there.


⏵ st★rlight soirée ⏴


Something special is happening in the Colosseum. Lights flicker as the arena shifts, rearranging itself into a grand, glittering ballroom - if a ballroom had stadium seating, paparazzi drones, and an ever-changing floor plan designed to disorient those within it. Silver chandeliers pulse with artificial starlight, their glow refracted through the crystalline floors. Music swells, but it sounds - unnatural. It thrums through your veins, setting your blood alight with the urge to dance.

Why is the ballroom designed as if intentionally put together to throw off one's balance? Well, it's time for the Panopticon Prom, of course!

The Panopticon Prom isn't just an adventure in dancing and impressing your most recent crush. It's a test of endurance, cunning, grace, and charm. The floor beneath your feet moves as if it has a mind of it's own, shifting to the beat like a living creature all of it's own. It tilts, undulates, even vanishing in sections to keep dancers on edge. After all, it's difficult to keep up one's pace if they're falling through a hole in the floor to the foam pit below.

Drones zip through the air, catching every stumble, every misstep, and every attempt to throw off others on the dance floor. This is a competition, after all; and what fun is a dance battle without having the freedom to thwart someone else on their road to victory?

The rules are simple:
  • You must dance with a partner. This can be an ally, an enemy, or someone you intend on using as a stepping stone to victory. It matters not, as long as you have one hand (or limb) on them at all times.
  • The longer you last, the better your chances. Endurance is the name of the game, meaning one must pace themselves on the dance floor. While epic twirls and impressive moves will garner more attention, it may also hurt your chances in the long run.
  • You may sabotage others by throwing them off balance, but keep in mind: everything is televised, and it won't stay secret for long.
  • The arena adapts to the chaos. Expect sudden obstacles, environmental shifts, and sudden changes in the music's tempo. Gravity may shift, walls may close in, but participants can't let that stop them - they must continue to dance, if they wish to win.
The audience is watching. Who will make the final cut and become Prom King and Queen? Everyone is vying for the titles: it doesn't matter what rank you started at when you joined the Panopticon Prom. Whoever wins becomes a Paragon until their points drop. There aren't many opportunities to sail through the rankings, but this is a sure way to do it. As long as they can keep up.


⏵ casino royale ⏴


Out in the Agora, another popular quarterly event is being set up! The Casino Royale has been destroyed countless times, but it seems as if the Gamerunner just can't let it go - every time it gets knocked down, it gets rebuilt.

There is one rule. One must take a turn at the revolving wheel just inside the door as their entry fee, and whatever the wheel lands on, they must maintain until they exit the building for the night. Sometimes, this is easier: an effect they have no control over and cannot undo even if they wanted to. Sometimes, this is more difficult: an assigned task they must complete. Failure to abide by the wheel once means receiving a penalty. Twice? Certain death if caught by any employee.

The wheel's effects are as follows:

1 You must speak entirely in rhyme. 2 Your body has become unnaturally delicate. The smallest injury hurts like a fatal wound.
3 You must avoid stepping into any sources of light. Doing so causes massive burns to appear on any area of your skin where light has touched. 4 You have been transformed into an animal! You can still think as you had before, but you cannot speak or communicate easily.
5 You have been cursed with supernatural strength, but cannot control it. 6 Time doesn't flow normally for you anymore. Each mistake you make makes you visibly younger, slowly erasing your experiences, skills, or even memories.
7 You can no longer form your own words, but only repeat what others have said to you. 8 You cannot meet another person's gaze.
9 You can no longer turn around, physically or metaphorically. If you try to return where you came from, you'll find that the pathway no longer exists. 10 You are given a specific letter that you must avoid using out loud entirely. "A"? Better hope you know enough words without one.
11 Every time you speak, your words come true - but never in the way you intended. Trying to control this is futile; the monkey's paw curls with every new sentence. 12 Within the casino, you lose the ability to feel anything. No pain, no pleasure, no warmth, and no cold. At first it may feel like a blessing - until you realize you cannot feel hunger, or tell if you're injured.
13 Regardless of if you've drunken anything, you still act inebriated. The effect only gets worse the longer you stay. 14 No one can see you. You are invisible, even if you are still able to reach out and touch or converse with those around you.
15 Any special ability you have is gone. You are reduced down to what an average human being is capable of - regardless of if you are human. 16 Violent impulses become impossible to ignore. You are rage incarnate, and you will be heard.
17 Every time you make a decision - to walk into an area, to start a conversation, anything, a small thread pulls loose from your clothing or your skin. Keep making choices, and you may become entirely undone. 18 You may speak freely, but for every syllable you say, your ability to hear slowly fades. You may want to watch your word count - too many, and you may not be able to hear at all.
19 Perhaps you arrived with a friend, or beside a stranger. It matters not: whoever came in either just before or just after you, you feel a powerful urge to protect them to the point of aggression. 20 Love is in the air - at least it is for you. Every time you meet someone's gaze, you feel the need to try and make them fall in love with you, through whatever means necessary.


The casino is alive with the hum of conversation, the clink of glasses, and the steady whirl of the roulette wheels. Golden chandeliers cast a warm glow over velvet-lined tables, where fortunes are made and lost with the flick of a wrist. But something feels. . . off.

The dealers never blink. The cards never seem random. And the house always wins - always. Maybe it's just paranoia, or maybe this casino is something more than just a den of chance. Tonight, you're not here just to play; you're here on a mission.

You've arrived dressed to kill, blending into the sea of bodies filling the casino's floors. But you're not here to win points or boost your social standing - you're here to win intel. Somewhere in this casino is a single flash drive containing information on just how Aphaia maintains their system. The only problem? The House knows someone is coming for it. After all, they're well-aware of the game: whoever retrieves the flash drive will obtain information on how to flip the script, to change the rules of the game to fit their wants and needs, rather than following the current Gamerunner. After all, this is the Gamerunner's Stratagem that Aurora has sent them out on! Many apply for 'employment' within the Casino Royale in hopes of getting insider information on where the flash drive is hidden and what it looks like. However, it seems that even the employees have no clue where it has been hidden.

⏵ NOTES ⏴


This is an extension of our Aphaia Mission! We have included enough information in this post that catching up to current in game logs isn't necessary to play with it, but you are welcome to use any part of the Aphaia setting in your prompts as you'd like. Current players are also welcome to bring the events from this TDM into their in-game threads.

This mission can happen outside of time as needed! Incoming characters will find themselves introduced to Aphaia as they arrive. Current characters may find Aurora calling on them to visit Aphaia after the current mission for the Gamerunner's Stratagem.

Characters already in game are welcome to post to the TDM, too! Please mark them as current characters in your header. Threads can be kept as game canon as long as both characters get into the game!

Please direct all questions relating to this log to our mod queries comment! All other questions can be directed to our FAQ.

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vexant: (4qt2cdg)

[personal profile] vexant 2025-04-27 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
We could fight it out.

( this seems to be how one usually solves the problem of who is stronger than who. julian already knows the answer here, but why not. )

Or we can play Jenga. Stack rocks. Spin coins.
overconfidently: overconfidently. (pic#15703288)

[personal profile] overconfidently 2025-04-27 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
( Further down the timeline but... she knows. She knows and his breath catches in the back of his throat for a moment, blue-eyed gaze dropping again as he suddenly doesn't know which emotion to latch onto. There's so many. Too many. Ricocheting around within him. His left eye glows that gold light and he finds himself shutting his eyes then. Not from shame but... because of how overwhelming it feels given everything that's happened prior to his arrival here.

Images of Sinister flood to the surface of his mind. Nate struggling to get himself up from the floor, Sinister caressing the side of his face and claiming the boy to be his. Telling him of his parents — Scott Summers and Jean Grey — and how he was meant to be nothing more than a weapon against Apocalypse. That he will only ever be that and nothing more. The helplessness and anger from Nate bubbling to the surface as he's strung up while Sinister just laughs in that maniacal way he's prone to at times. All these moments flood to the surface of his mind, so easy for a telepath to see and pick up on but... so, too, does the image of the way he presses his hands against the glass window of the ship he rides with the Avengers... the way he spots Jean there and stares to her, feeling something twist within his chest at the sight of her there on the ground with Cyclops and the X-Men. A deep-seated longing that can so easily be felt within the very center of his chest there on the ship.

He quells the images spinning around within his mind — forces himself to quiet his thoughts and just... stands there. Head bowed. Tears suddenly pricking blue eyes, refusing to let them fall. Maybe that's the Scott Summers in him. Maybe that's the Jean Grey in him. He doesn't know. What he does know is that she knows him and he just... feels overwhelmed that she does. )


I'm Nate Grey... ( He forces himself to say that. ) ...and I'm not anyone's weapon.
overconfidently: overconfidently. (pic#15681320)

[personal profile] overconfidently 2025-04-27 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
Jenga? What's that?

( Brow raised, head slightly tilted. He has no idea. )
heartofthedream: Phoenix, Powers (The Type of Beauty You Go To War For)

[personal profile] heartofthedream 2025-04-27 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ This one is almsot harder to standby and not cross the space during. If she doesn't pry into his exact thoughts, the maelstrom of his feelings, and clips of things attached to them still whisper around him. And it is more chaotic. A relief that, rather than sighing, stirs itself into a storm of other emotions, down a dozen other spiderweb lines connect to it. It's an effort to stand still, but she manages to do it. Makes herself.

Let's him process that surprise, and all it touches.

That—with him, this version of him—she hasn't been given the right to (yet). ]


Good. And anyone who disagrees,
can know I'll be there to back you up on it.
hauntedsnowfall: source ? (z acadimi calm 01)

[personal profile] hauntedsnowfall 2025-04-27 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, I think that would be best.

[ It seems they both are out of their depth here. Dimitri finds himself nodding grimly until he looks over to his alleyway companion. Alleyway companion…? Oh goddess, he hasn’t introduced himself. ]

Oh! Please accept my apologies; it seems I have been rather thoughtless today… [ he gives a tired smile and puts a hand to his chest ] My name is Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, crown prince of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus. It’s been a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
overconfidently: overconfidently. (pic#15703054)

[personal profile] overconfidently 2025-04-27 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
( Sinister's words are wrong. Declaring who he is right here and now and how he won't be a weapon for anyone's fight or war more or less cements that. The madman can think what he wants — spew as much vitriol and fallacies until he's blue in that pale face of his, but. So long as he remains alive, even with his powers destroying him from within, he won't let anyone claim him in the name of war. Not Apocalypse. Not Sinister. Not Xavier. No one.

It's in that moment he blinks back those tears — lifts his gaze up to meet Jean's then and, staring to her hand again, gently takes her fingers with his, breath soft on his lips. )


Where do we go from here then?
hauntedsnowfall: (z acadimi serious 20)

[personal profile] hauntedsnowfall 2025-04-27 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
Oh!

[ Dimitri looks genuinely surprised. A year? She must be quite experienced in these missions then. This ‘mission’ of survival is still very strange to him. There is a certain benefit to witnessing something that may befall your own world, but to be able to do nothing to stop it? Dimitri is reeling. ]

That is a fair amount of time… How close are you in securing your homeland’s safety? Do they communicate that sort of thing?
sabigoe: (⚙ 65)

[personal profile] sabigoe 2025-04-27 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ Fio turns towards a nearby mirror, eyes sparkling as she observes her own reflection. A flowery ribbon clip on each side of her head. She's never owned something so—nice before. Compared to the rest of her shabby white attire, it stands out too much. It's something from Shadow, so that makes her happy. He may not think it doesn't have any meaning, but she does. She needs to make sure that she never loses her special treasure. ]

Oh...

[ Frowning, her shoulders slump. Going by his words, that must mean they should be parting ways soon. She can search for a place to stay. She doesn't really want to right now, far more interested in keeping the hedgehog company despite his grumpiness. However, it would benefit her to find lodging with how exhausted she's noticeably been walking all the way from the colosseum, interacting with reporters, and stubbornly continuing to the shop... ]

...I wanna hang out some more!

[ "Hang out"—like she hasn't felt their interactions are only a business transaction. ]
sabigoe: (⚙ 27)

[personal profile] sabigoe 2025-04-27 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ Luckily Fio is careful to keep from straying too far from Lars, no matter how delightful the aroma is. She's being well-behaved and not bolting off immediately! Sunflowers, though—she knows what those are, but never up close, only having seen an illustration in an encyclopedia. The country that she came from was mostly known for their roses. ]

A sunflower field? I bet that must be really pretty to see in person. I read in a book that sunflowers can grow up to fifteen feet tall—

[ Suddenly something on one of the tables catches her eye. She reaches for Lars, tugging eagerly at his sleeve. Of all the food that she's happiest to see with her own eyes, it's a strawberries and cream cake. It's her second time seeing a real cake. It's probably a bad idea for sugar to be the first part of a meal, but she can't help feel a little too excited... ]

Lars, look! A cake! A real cake!
oblige: (regard)

[personal profile] oblige 2025-04-27 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ My, what a coincidence. Dion can't help the surprise that flits across his features. That he should immediately meet another prince after arriving here is quite the coincidence. He hadn't intended to mention his title, yet it only seems proper to answer in kind.

So he straightens, squaring his shoulders, and mirrors Dimitri's gesture. ]


Likewise. Dion Lesage, prince of the Holy Empire of Sanbreque.

[ Notably not its crown prince, though now he is all that remains of his father's line. There had been talk around the Hideaway regarding whether he would succeed him in light of that, but Dion never expected to see such a day. He still doesn't, truthfully. ]

Please, call me Dion.
Edited 2025-04-27 04:52 (UTC)
limiterrings: (pic#17723497)

[personal profile] limiterrings 2025-04-27 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Enough.

[ shadow's like a therapy hog, his time with maria makes him more perceptive to the stamina of certain people and when they begin to tire. there are signs, yet he does not point them out to hold this advantage over her.

his gaze grows sharper, his voice stern in reasoning hidden within a single response, and he glances at the entrance of this shop. ]


You are a liability.

[ even as he says this, he has a feeling she doesn't even know what that means. probably another funny word to her, and this results in him having to find another way to explain.

his eyes return to her, then to that hairpin before frowning. he has a horrible attitude, but his actions do mean well. ]


I am the Ultimate Lifeform, you are not. That means you're unable to keep up with me.

[ it isn't a challenge at all either, to him it's fact, she will tire out where he does not. then her unconscious body will be on his hands. to prevent that scenario, he advises that she finds a place to stay, she has enough points. she must rest. there are others he's done this to. ]
laserguy: (smirk)

[personal profile] laserguy 2025-04-27 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[She gets it. This Jean does, at least. It's good to know-- maybe even comforting in a way? Like Jean isn't as trapped in just her own head anymore and finally feels more comfortable with the other mutants. Or just people in general.

She certainly feels that way, at least to him. Maybe it's just how warm she appears to be. Did her Scott help her get to that point?? It's kind of a nice thought. Some of that earlier fluster fades at his smile twitches into a small smirk.]


Hold on, is there a way I can record that. Just in case I need to convince my Jean again about going out?

[Just like 'see Jean, even you agree with me! Just another you from a different universe.' Don't worry about all the details about that. Only focus on the important thing here, which is him being right. Might as well have that in his back pocket. He's not above it.]
laserguy: (high school cool guy)

[personal profile] laserguy 2025-04-27 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[He places his beer on the table and nearly shoves it away, pretty much done with the drink. Yeah, he's not giving that a second chance. No thanks, not when he still has that awful aftertaste in his mouth. Ugh. Maybe he should've just went with water... alcohol may be overrated. Or could be Sophie pulling a prank on him. He wouldn't be surprised.

Scott notices the look on Sophie and yeah. He's sure that's what is going on. He folds his arms again, scowling and looking elsewhere. Sure yeah, it's just the other patrons of this bar, but whatever.]


You ordered the worst beer on purpose, didn't you? Thanks. [No he doesn't answer her yet.]
laserguy: (it's cool man)

[personal profile] laserguy 2025-04-27 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe I'll change my mind if I land on a planet where I just get to sit by the beach and drink coke all day.

[Instead of being on a dying planet and told to survive for who knows how long. That's pretty much soured his view.]

Have people been giving you the whole 'I know a Loki in my universe' too? I mean, I guess I've heard of you before, but it's all just Norse mythology. Don't actually know a guy named Loki back home.
querulus: (gen x - CRIPES)

[personal profile] querulus 2025-04-27 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
/It's called a tactical advantage. Work smart, not ha—the fuck??/

[You know a really great way to get a "tactical advantage"? Distraction! And what could possibly be more distracting than the fucking Phoenix??

It's not really the Phoenix, of course. Quentin would know if it was. You never forget what the legit Fire Chicken feels like. But still, having a burst of psionic energy in the shape of a huge fuckoff bird bearing down on him is enough to startle him in the way that only someone who recognizes the Phoenix can be startled, and Quentin visibly falters when he looks behind him in alarm. It only takes a second or two for him to recover, but that slows him down enough that his head start is rapidly diminishing, as are his chances of victory.]


/Jesus, dude, warn me next time you're gonna impersonate the space pigeon, will ya? Unless you were trying to give me a heart attack, and if so I want you to know I'm very disappointed in this unsportsmanlike behavior./

[Because marking an endpoint that conveniently gives you an unfair leg up is totally sportsmanlike. That's totally fine, in fact. In any case, Quentin doesn't sound all that upset, at most a little pouty that he got surprised, and he's doing his damndest to make up lost ground even though he has a strong hunch Nate's a bit better at this whole "full throttle psionic bullshit" thing than Quentin is.]

/Also, totally unrelated, but any property damage is an automatic loss, by the way. May the best psychic win!/
laserguy: (you're lucky my eyes don't work)

[personal profile] laserguy 2025-04-27 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Scott just sends Shadow a side eye at that comment. He doesn't really say anything else though, also stepping forward to get out of the room and make his way down the corridor as he said earlier.]

Yeah whatever, I'll see you later because I won't die.

[Now he feels like he has to survive in this world, just to show he can. Not that he planned on dying in the first place, but just a little bump of motivation. Nonetheless, it's probably best if they part ways for now, and so Scott makes his way down his chosen path.]
laserguy: (watch me become co-dependent with jean)

[personal profile] laserguy 2025-04-27 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh, basically eye lasers. We can just call them that for now. Just don't stand in front of me when I use them.

[Technically a concussive force blah blah, that's what Professor McCoy told him about his own powers because he really didn't understand them at first. He listened for the most part, because he's the one with said powers and has to live with them for the rest of his life, but he doesn't feel like going into full detail right now.

Not the time, right?

But his jaw drops lightly when she creates a small fireball in her hand, seemingly out of nowhere. It feels just like a power a mutant would have, but she's a cat with fire. Honestly that makes this even cooler-- what?! A talking cat with fire? That's neat to him!]


Oh shit, now I know why your name is Blaze. Totally fits. [He's kind of excited, even if they're about to go into the arena to fight.] But okay, you have fire and I have my eye blasts. So, we're both going to fight long range? Maybe just stand side by side and attack whoever steps out across from us.

[...And hopefully not kill anyone.]
heartofthedream: Hellfire Gala Green (What's Right In Front of You)

[personal profile] heartofthedream 2025-04-27 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There are tears in his eyes, which maybe is as surprising, as the way they aren't falling isn't. She remembers him, looking back at her, the wistful grief in the words of wishing she had been his mother. Something she could feel, and yet he allowed only to touch his face like a shadow of that deep, lonely absence it came from.

He takes her fingers gently, barely breathing, like they might be the thinnest of fragile glass—

—and makes a promise to herself, if nothing else, that she's going to do the best she can by him, while and as she can here. No matter whether he chooses her or not, this early. To help him in the ways they never knew he might need it, when they knew him at this age. She knows the future often can't be changed, but sometimes hearts and paths can be softened. Helped.

He needs it. Deserves it.

It wasn't as though she could have ever turned him away.

Jean tugs on his hand just as gently and starts them heading in a different direction than he had stumbled into this place, or she had come roaring like a comet from. ]



Home. Or at least what's managing for it while we're in this world.

Which is an apartment I'm sharing with Ororo, who arrived a few days ago as well.
hauntedsnowfall: (z acadimi smile 01)

[personal profile] hauntedsnowfall 2025-04-27 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The radiant smile continues. ]

No need to worry about that. Since I am will be in the dominant position I am the one to move, spin, or lift you. You need only go with the flow and furl out.

Let the music and I guide you.

[ Dimitri offers his hand so he can lead the gentleman onto the ever changing dance floor. ]

{ Oh dear!! Hopefully he will grow a new self before I pull a Romeo to his Juliet!!! }
heartofthedream: Weapon X-Men Costume (A Soft & Understanding Heart)

[personal profile] heartofthedream 2025-04-27 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jean gave a light chuckle at the sentiment. ]

If she's anything like I was at that age, that would just incline her to dig her heels in even further. To refuse to let anyone tell her there's some specific way she specifically has to be based on someone else who is-and-isn't her.

[ There's a fond amusement that stays, even as it slowly abates. ]

And if she is anything like me, you're right, too. She does need to get out more, even when that's one of the hardest things to let herself— [ Or her version of Scott let himself ] —do. Things were rarely as easy as I tried to make them look back then. Holding my own among so many boys, in a world that hadn't yet had so many female heroes. Especially not of our age.
laserguy: (yeah sure man)

[personal profile] laserguy 2025-04-27 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
No, but we don't look like Martians.

[As if Scott knows what a Martian is supposed to look like. Unless they're a little guy with a green helmet and skirt-- and neither of them are dressed like that. Clearly. Great deduction skills at work here.]

Wow, those are personal questions. Who are you, my dad? [He kind of has a feeling why he's being asked these questions, but he's just going to distract himself by being a little shit--] Yeah, America. Probably old enough to be your son. Sixteen if you really want to be exact.
hauntedsnowfall: (z acadimi sad 05)

[personal profile] hauntedsnowfall 2025-04-27 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course, I-

[ Dimitri speaks the words fast, wanting to get them out before they’re cut of by his ragged breathing, as he makes a clearly strained attempt to get one foot underneath himself.

However once Dimitri puts weight on his feet enough to be in a slight crouch he doubles over again; the elbow of the hand still cradling his injured(?) fist hits the ground first causing another tightly restrained, strangled gasp to escape from him. ]


Ah-

[ The words from the wheel pound through him to the beat of his heart: unnaturally delicate. smallest injury. fatal wound. ]
laserguy: (ruby quartz)

[personal profile] laserguy 2025-04-27 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Just 'Nate,' huh? [He shrugs one shoulder.] Sure man, if you insist.

[He's not going to question the no last name for right now. Feels like a can of worms that he doesn't want to open or prod right now and he sort of wants to just have a regular ass conversation with the other mutant for as long as possible. Before other mutant things are brought up. Or they have to talk about surviving on an alien planet.

Actually, the latter thing is probably a little important to talk about. He doesn't want to die here.]


Uh, duh? [He tilts his head at Nate for a moment, though his pace doesn't falter.] Because I'm not part of that team or school either, probably. So, don't worry about it.

[He knows what Nate's actually getting at, but.]
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[personal profile] maximumlegend 2025-04-27 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Probably," the guy answers. Apparently he hasn't done this particular thing before either, considering there's not a promise with 100% certainty in his words - but he seems confident enough. After all, that's how things have seemed to work in this world so far.

"It's all about drawing attention here. Showing off that you're capable, and having other people see it so they can believe it. That's what makes your rank move up."

That sounds relatively confident too. Like Fabian thinks he - or maybe even they - can do it.

"Do you think you're ready for that?"
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[personal profile] overconfidently 2025-04-27 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
What about on the other one we’re supposed to be on? Etraya?

( He knows this isn’t where they’re meant to be stationed while, supposedly, proving the worth of their world to be considered for saving. He hates the thought of that — the thought that someone else deems whether or not millions upon millions of lives are worth saving. It shouldn’t be up to one single person or entity and he intends to find out what he can about this Echo and Aurora the moment he can.

For now, he just follows along. )


You have something considered home there?