text | ❝ i left my body lying somewhere in the sands of time ❞

[quickfingers]

So, space. The Final Frontier. Astonishing.

Also unexpected. I take it none of us signed up for this though so I won't bitch. Much.

Anyway, I have a series of questions not ranked by importance:

1. Where are the aliens? The gross tentacley ones from tv.
2. Are WE the aliens here? Gasp. The turn around.
3. Capri Sun? Tang? Tab? Any of these available?

This isn't a Soylent Green kinda place right? Lie to me if you have to. Thx.

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[aka_pistachio]

Hi. So. I didn't sign up for this tour so I'd really like to go back to what I was doing. On Earth. And the soylent is blue.

[quickfingers]

Same tho, same.

And are you kidding about there being actual soylent? I am mildly alarmed.

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[nyx_it]

Yeah, you are the aliens here.

[Because pulling that line is never not funny.]

[quickfingers]

[Be cool, Peter. You've seen big blue mutants. Be cool. Be cool.]

I see. [Be c-] What, ah... what are you? Besides clearly not human.

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[skelepun]

[It takes him a moment, hovering over the name ID. More a glimmer of nostalgia than a cord of recognition. He'd known plenty of people named Peter, and several named Peter Maximoff. Their different faces and histories kept his knee cap from jerking out of alignment. Not over something as simple as a name, anyway.

But where names only carried so much water on the Avagi, nostalgia was much more powerful motivator. Or so Sans told himself as he tapped out a quick response. Hope was for chumps.]

1. nothing gross about a tentacle, fella.
2. who's we. also, yeah, pretty much.
3. space isn't the soda fountain we were promised on earth, buddy. sorry to be the bearer of bad brews.

[quickfingers]

1. beg to differ
2. We. Us. Me. The whole shebang.
3. Saluting you for a good pun but also suffering intensely now. No good options? At all?

Will even resort to Hi-C. And that's low for me.

[squadgoals]

1. You're not on Earth any more—you're as alien here as the next person. No tentacles, though.
2. See 1.
3. What are you listing?

[quickfingers]

Drinks that will be sorely missed.

Space would be a lot cooler if it had soda.

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[wallride]

respectively:
everything's an alien in space where there's no "native" race
see above
no but something that tastes like them is
mostly just water though

1/2

[quickfingers]

ugh water

[quickfingers]

thanks, I guess.

What's this something alternative?

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[beautifulspaceraptor]

[ Oh, hell, that's a face he hasn't seen in a while. And another face that doesn't seem to remember their previous visit. ]

... Peter?

[ It's a far less formal of an introduction than intended and Nihlus quickly shakes it off. It's been ages from his perspective but... the kid doesn't even know him. ]

Ah, well, I don't have tentacles and the second assumption is at least partially correct. The crew is majority human, non-humans in the minority, but none of us are native here. I'm not qualified to answer the final question.

[ That this Peter thought of himself as human was certainly a change of pace. ]

[quickfingers]

[Hello similar looking alien to Nyx - no, Turian. That's the word? Right.]

Good to know, good to know. I'll be mourning my soda chugging lifestyle but I guess I don't have much choice in the matter. [He sticks his tongue out at the concept of water, ugh. Healthy hydration.] Any other interesting space things I should know? I feel like I need some sort of bootcamp.

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[shadowblends]

[Look, he's going to try and not freak out about Peter being here again, but no promises can be made.]

much, huh?
doesn't sound all that promising.

i'm not sure if i should answer the questions, since other people have already, but:
1. not here.
2. being mutants, we could be considered as such.
3. no, unfortunately, but i have tea?

and no, it's not green. [Because he can't lie, at the moment.]

[quickfingers]

Man, I could be bitching way more. About so many more things?

I know I'm going to regret this later and probably take you up on it but tea is gross. It's leaf water. Hot leaf water.

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[greyate]

1. We don't have those here. Yet.
2. Pretty much.
3. No.

[quickfingers]

Space is so much lamer than I thought it'd be.

"Ohh, I want to be an astronaut". Well, young Peter. You were a fool. There's no soda in space. Granted I don't think I expected that as a kid, but I always did think there'd be that nasty freeze dried ice cream stuff. None of that though, I'm guessing? Just water, vinegar and ugh - tea?

[lefthandfree]

is that star wars?

1. on tv
2. what an oliver twist
3. water is better for you

would you prefer insects? we have that too

[quickfingers]

close, pretty sure I picked it up from a trek rerun.

& don't joke about insects. Moderately better than people but you know, still really gross?

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[culver]

1. We have not seen any aliens yet.
2. They told us we were aliens on Thisavrou but I don't know if we are here.
3. What are any of those things?

[quickfingers]

They're soda brands, drinks - juices. That kind of thing.

I've learned leaf-water is probably the best I'm gonna get around here. Which is depressing but I guess it could be worse. Murderous aliens picking us off one by one from a space ship kinda worse. Though I bet they still had better drinks on that ship.

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[gentlemenpreferblondes]

[Oh boy. Talk about deja vu, of course Peter's looking after something sweet and unhealthy.]

1. no tentacles im afraid. bunch of robots and lizard people, though
2. i suppose we are. its not like were on earth anymore
3. i have access to chocolate.

[quickfingers]

1. Robots and lizards are kinda sick, nice.
2. Point.
3. Good to know. I'm getting this feeling that bartering's a big thing around here? Am I wrong?

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[welcomeprofessor]

1. I'm afraid you're a little late.
2. Yes, actually, in a technical sense I believe we are.
3. Are either actually potable?

P.S.: Peter, there will be no eating of people.

[quickfingers]

I am ALWAYS late. What gives?

Who else is here that I don't know about? How come everyone crawls out of the woodwork to diss on Capri Sun and Tab. Say an ill word against Pepsi, I dare you.

(Also I am relieved.)

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[seeingscarlet]

[Seeing Peter Maximoff flash on the screen is an emotional whirlwind. Of course she's glad to see him, even if he doesn't remember last time, but immediately Wanda's struck with a massive wave of guilt. His family needs him. He should be home and safe and not here where he could get hurt again.]

Peter?

[She can't hide behind text and the name she shares with his twin. He'll still see it...but this way at least it isn't as if she's setting him up for disappointment.

She's not really sure what to say - 'hi I'm your twin from another universe' hadn't worked so well as an opener last time. So for now she'll stick to the questions and let him decide how much he wants his brain broken today.]

Don't worry. The gross tentacle alien isn't here anymore. But I think you will find a lot of faces you recognize.

[Like Erik. Thank goodness she didn't tell him the truth yet.]

[quickfingers]

[Peter does take a moment to properly respond, an expression on his face that's not often there - a serious knitting of his brows as he surveys the video feed trying to make sense of what he's seeing. His first reaction is pure instinct, a cold stone dropped in his stomach with a frantic pick up in his heartbeat.]

Wan -? [No? Yes? The signs point both ways with a strong resemblance and her familiarity with him but at the same time something is so distinctly wrong it puts him off, even if he can't quite place it. He swallows hard and feels almost a bit dizzy trying to figure it out before leaning back against the wall behind him and staring incredulously at the screen.

Are you my sister is not something he feels he should have to ask. Instead he takes a breath, dark eyes flitting side to side before he nervously adjust the collar of his t-shirt.]

They told me there was no tentacles, now you're telling me I just missed them... I'm getting a lot of false readings about this place.

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[coercive]

[Spelling and typing out text is hard for her. So he's stuck with seeing her creepy staring face. She's got a lot of questions after reading all this, but she takes on the thing she's primarily interested in.]

What is Capri Sun?

[quickfingers]

[Surprisingly after living with two younger sisters, Peter still doesn't hate kids. But boy does the whole creepy staring face thing bring back memories - at least she's not yanking on his shirt demanding to play princess tea party for the fifth consecutive time in an afternoon.

His brows shoot up.] It's a drink, goes good with Pringles. Which of course probably don't exist here either.

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[tearsinajar]

are you a star trek fan?

but to answer your questions:
1. The aliens you see on TV are grossly exaggerated, disappointing, I know
2. WHAT A TWEEST
3. You just HAD to go and bring up Tang and Capri Sun, you know how long it's been since I've had any of that?

[quickfingers]

1. Not sure if I'm relieved or let down tbh.
3. Sorry, not sorry. Maybe igniting the flames in your cravings will help you band together with me in an alliance to share any 4834209 year old packets we find in the future? Or to concoct something similar. We could make a killing if we can manufacture some sort of soda here.