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Dr. Jonathan Crane (тнє ѕ¢αяє¢яσω) ([personal profile] notmydiagnosis) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2012-02-07 11:37 pm

Third Wave

CHARACTERS: E-V-E-R-Y-O-N-E
LOCATION: MED BAY
WARNINGS: Nudity. Probably swearing and all that jazz from the more crankier of the passengers.
SUMMARY: The next jump, the newest arrivals, and the same old mass confusion. Huge ol' meet and greet.
NOTES: EVERYONE tag and mingle and mingle and tag! If you've been accepted, you can post! Idea taken from the amazing [personal profile] theguidinghand, it's just the rehashing of the game premise, mmmyes.


You wake up, alone in the dark.



There's a breathing tube jammed down your trachea, and you're suspended in a tube of clear blue fluid. Upon registering your level of consciousness, the gravity couch drains the fluid surrounding you and retracts the breathing apparatus; the doors in front of you open, and you're deposited on the floor of a stark, sterile medical bay.

Don't worry, you are not alone. There are others who have come before you, others who are awakening beside you. Some may be familiar to you, perhaps even friends. They will help you through your disorientation, even though they might suffer from it too.

After you catch your breath and your vision returns, you notice a number on the inside of your forearm. Maybe it's a familiar number. Maybe it means something. Maybe it's just a number. But the number—completely unique to you—is a tattoo, and it does not come off.

If you enter the room adjacent to the medbay, you will find a small locker with your number on it, surrounded by rows upon rows of identical lockers. Inside, you will find a few of your personal items, a communications device, and a ship's uniform in your exact size. The comms device is fully powered and connects directly to the ship's network; it's your only means of communication beyond physical conversation. Upon turning the device on, a neutral, automated voice will say, "Please take the blue lift to the passenger quarters." Any other attempts at communicating with the rest of the network are met only with static.

This is your welcome party.
circumitus: We just bobbed for apples in a bucket full of jungle juice. so, a casual tuesday night. (oh you know)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-02-08 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
Rey hadn't been doing too good these past few days.

This wasn't making matters any easier.

Disgusted, nauseated, she felt herself rise from the gravity couch with a splitting migraine and sore muscles. All over again.

Around and around in a cycle of repetition.

It all seemed strangely familiar somehow. Like déjà vu... if that term even meant anything to her. All she could tell was that her head swam in a sea of thoughts and daydreams and song while she lay, mostly naked and curled up over the floor for several minutes that felt like lifetimes. Her hands came over her head as the humming played on, as if a recording was going, and her eyes were burning, and her skin was melting and she would have SCREAMED if not for the stifling chokes that built up in her throat.

Reason told her that this time was no different. But this time was strangely more unpleasant than the previous experiences.

This time... she felt like she was about to vomit.
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this is a placeholder, i apologize

[personal profile] widowing 2012-02-08 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
Natasha's not faring much better now than she has the previous two times they've gone through this, but she at least knows her first course of action. Showering away the stasis goo had done a world of good in helping clear her head and ebb away the nausea last time, so her goal is to head there first.

Once she can push herself off of the floor.

It takes her a few minutes (about fifteen by her own estimation) but she manages, wobbling a bit as she gets to her feet. Before long she spots another on the floor, a woman, who looks as if she's faring even worse. Natasha thinks she recognizes her as someone who's been on the ship for a while, and someone she's encountered in other places, but can't place her name at the moment.

It doesn't matter, what does is that it looks like she needs help.

"Hey," she croaks out, her own voice sounding foreign to her ears. She swallows hard several times as she makes her way to where the woman is curled up. She gets to her knees - gingerly, to avoid injury, but not particularly graceful - and places a hand on her shoulder. "Do you need a doctor?"
circumitus: We just bobbed for apples in a bucket full of jungle juice. so, a casual tuesday night. (oh you know)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-02-08 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Fingers curve and coil and wrap around her ears, stifling the words into muffled sounds at the mention of doctor. Her teeth clench as her head shook. The pain was excruciating, but it would pass with time. That was what she kept telling herself.

Please let it pass...

Light seared her eyes when her lids pried open. She could only make out the vague contoured shapes of the woman kneeling over her, asking her something. She shook her head again, as if to validate a more firm response.

Her eyes shifted. She looked around, blinking through the spinning haze that made it difficult to keep her stomach from boiling.

"Where...?" Rey heard her own voice echo in his skull. She winced, and shut her eyes again.
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[personal profile] widowing 2012-02-10 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
"There was another jump," she answers, looking around them to see who else is nearby and if any of them are part of the medical crew. "Do you remember anything?"
circumitus: We just bobbed for apples in a bucket full of jungle juice. so, a casual tuesday night. (oh you know)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-02-12 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
Shit.

She was seriously hating this, more and more.

"I was asleep..." Rey groaned, shielding her eyes from whatever light that came pouring into her field of vision.
profligates: (B: shaded lightly)

[personal profile] profligates 2012-02-09 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
He was stuck in his own head for a little while, much like everyone else here seemed to be. Trying to figure out what had just happened to him... had he died? Had someone died? Was he supposed to be feeling like this? This sick feeling, like he might pass out?

A couple of deep breaths, and he would be fine. He was a sky pirate, he knew how to combat sickness like this. When he finally felt like he could, he glanced around, immediately noticing someone who... probably felt like he did right now, but was having a harder time with it.

"You all right there, darling?" He asked. "You know what they say, it's always better out then in. I wouldn't try to hold it if you can't."
circumitus: ...it got messy. (i did a shot of seamonkeys)

sorry this is late!

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-02-14 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
For the most part, Rey had time to let the initial side effects wear off. Or, at least, she thought she did. It was a mind over matter thing, telling herself that it didn't hurt as much as she made it out to be. That things would be okay, so long as she kept telling herself to breathe.

In and out.


She didn't expect to hear another voice so soon after the other. The disoriented spinning whirled in a cluster of tones that all sounded the same, and for a moment, she couldn't differentiate one from the other.

But this was someone different. Rey clutched her stomach, lurched forward. "I'm not going to puke." Or, that was the mantra that she kept reciting in her own head.
profligates: (B: de nada)

[personal profile] profligates 2012-02-15 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
He reached out and put a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sure you're not. But it might be better if you do. Then you won't feel like you need to," He chuckled softly at that, wiping a hand across his face and wiping off some of the goo.

"Or you could keep it in, let it grow, feel the bile in the back of your throat..." He says all this conversationally.
circumitus: This is drunk and confused... (this is worse than naked and afraid)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-02-21 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
She had a pretty strong stomach for that sort of thing, if nothing else. After all, she'd managed to hold it back for this long.

Rey was still. Completely non-responsive to the touch. Except that her jaw clenched, and her muscles tightened, and her stomach lurched. "You're really all for helping matters, aren't you?"

Don't puke, don't puke, don't puke.
profligates: (B: total lineface)

[personal profile] profligates 2012-02-21 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm rather hungry, actually," Balthier continued, ignoring the question that really wasn't a question. "Perhaps a good piece of something fried. It's been some time since I had anything wiggling about in a bowl, slimy, something that sticks to your tongue and slides down the gullet..."
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[personal profile] circumitus 2012-02-22 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
It was bad enough that Rey lacked something of an appetite. Phenomenally. It wasn't because of hunger, because every now and then, she did require something. There was just no joy nor taste in it. Like an artificial taste in her mouth.

So, really, she had no way of associating the kind of sensations that this guy was making.

"No, I think I'm good, thanks."
profligates: (B: through the bars)

[personal profile] profligates 2012-02-24 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
And here that usually worked. Well. On to the next item of business.

"You sound like you're feeling a bit better. What's your name?"
circumitus: you started throwing frozen shot glasses at people and you kept saying "it's fine, they melt." (wave goodbye to your troubles)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-02-25 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
Normally, she hated that question. Mostly because she didn't always have a definite answer to it, except for the one she imagined up. Except that the toe tag hadn't just a figment of her imagination.

She slowly found herself removing her hand from her mouth. "It's Rey."
profligates: (B: you said what now)

[personal profile] profligates 2012-02-26 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Nice to meet you, Rey," He nodded. "I'm Balthier. Perhaps you've heard of me, I do happen to be a very important person."

He was joking, but his tone didn't convey that, exactly. He could be serious, for all anyone knew. Or he could be trying to make her laugh. Most likely the latter.
circumitus: She literally cut my boxers off with a 8" chef's knife and had her way with me. (tomorrow never knows)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-02-26 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
She shared a rather dubious look at him.

"Never heard of you." She caught his tone, but nevertheless felt it necessary to point out the most obvious, regardless of Balthier's intentions.

A laughing type, Rey was not.
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[personal profile] profligates 2012-02-28 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
"A pity," Baltheir said, cracking a grin. "Then I suppose I'll have to make sure you remember my name, so that you may pass it on to future generations. Perhaps casting me in a better role then slime covered and mostly naked, though. You could talk about the wind whipping at my hair, or the sea at my back. Or the stars off the port window. Something intriguing like that."
circumitus: tall, lanky, uses teeth when giving head, and runs like a giraffe. don't do it, man... (no i know her type)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-02-28 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
"All the way out here? I wouldn't count on it." Whether she was talking about the role-casting or the future generations part, it was anyone's guess. Rey wasn't one for wasting her breath on many words just to clarify her vague sentences. That, sure enough, would require some genuine effort.

Oh, and she was still pretty deadpan, much to anyone's chagrin and complete lack of surprise.
profligates: (B: sky pirate right this way)

[personal profile] profligates 2012-02-29 08:48 am (UTC)(link)
"No, perhaps I would have an easier time trying to figure out exactly what I would like to do in a place like this. You should begin thinking of that as well, too," Balthier remarked. "Once everyone is cleaned up, I dare say, we might all be drafted into service, the way this place seems to be running."
circumitus: I have big plans. I'm learning spanish this month. (i need an office)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-03-01 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
"I think I would take some kind of service requirement over aimless drifting, myself." Her words were starting to come back to her; her tongue feeling less heavy, making it easier to talk. She knew the drill. It wasn't like this was her first experience. "Hard to believe this place is being run at all."
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[personal profile] profligates 2012-03-01 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Is it? I would like to know who's in charge of making sure this place is kept up to date," Balthier shrugged.
circumitus: Otherwise you'd be a dad by now. (thank god you're gay)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-03-06 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good luck trying to get any decent answers out of them." She hadn't thought to ask the few who claimed status over the ship, prior to all their untimely arrivals... Frankly, Rey was dubious that she even wanted to know.
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[personal profile] profligates 2012-03-07 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
"We'd have to find them first, wouldn't we?" Balthier raised an eyebrow. "I could use some help in that area."
circumitus: I have big plans. I'm learning spanish this month. (i need an office)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-03-07 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
"I think I can help." Trying to keep her insides from churning. "Once I can... move, that is."
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[personal profile] profligates 2012-03-08 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
He grinned. "Don't worry. Deep breaths, in and out. Or, you could always throw up and get it out of the way now."