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ataraxionlogs2013-01-07 10:48 pm
mathematically) wrote in ataraxionlogs2013-01-07 10:48 pm
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fourteenth jump;
CHARACTERS: any and all
LOCATION: Gravity Couches and beyond
WARNINGS: maybe some swearing, or even some violence, and more than likely some implied (and possibly explicit) nakedness.
SUMMARY: Another month, another jump, another round of new faces.
NOTES: Keeping up with the tradition and copy pasted like always from the last one
You wake up in darkness.
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.
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. Others have much less amiable plans. Some are merely alien and inexplicable, but there are always those who might mean you harm.
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.
LOCATION: Gravity Couches and beyond
WARNINGS: maybe some swearing, or even some violence, and more than likely some implied (and possibly explicit) nakedness.
SUMMARY: Another month, another jump, another round of new faces.
NOTES: Keeping up with the tradition and copy pasted like always from the last one
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.
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.
Kaylee! Wide open
[She comes out - and it's different than before - she feels strange, sick, weak, like her mind is filled with molasses and cotton and doesn't want to get going again. She sits near her pod for a few moments, wiping the goo out of her eyes, trying to catch her balance.]
Feel like I ate a too-old protein pack...
Lockers -
[Once she gets back on her feet enough to shower and dress, she's at the lockers. No new items this jump, but she's still trying to piece together some of what she had been seeing before waking up. It's one of the strangest dreams she's ever had, so she sits for a moment, a somewhat-uncharacteristic frown on her face as she tries to figure out what was so disconcerting about it.]
pppods
So when he catches sight of her awake, stumbling out of her tank, he wastes no time in snapping into action. She's awake, she's okay, he hopes she's okay--]
Kaylee--
[He snatches a towel off a nearby table and makes a beeline for her, forgoing all professionalism in favor of pushing through anyone in his way in order to get to her as fast as he can.]
Kaylee!
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Are you feeling all right? Do you remember where we are?
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He only ever forgets his silly politeness crap when someone's sick or hurt.]
Sure, Tranquility, I'd know that weird hum anywhere. Ain't nothin' like Serenity. Names are real close, though. Why, did somethin' happen?
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You've been...
[There really isn't a good way to put it.]
This is the fourteenth jump. You didn't wake up last month.
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What? You mean I slept that whole month?
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[It pains him a little to say it, but he supposes it only makes sense that she doesn't realize how long she's been in the tank. He tries to disguise it by fixing his gaze on the blood pressure cuff he slides up her arm.]
I was--I was worried you weren't going to wake up.
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Sorry 'bout that. I'm glad you're here to look after me though. You always do a real good job of it.
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Don't be sorry, it wasn't your fault, I'm just--
[He sighs, heavily, shaking his head.]
You know me, I worry.
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You'll let me know if anything feels off, right?
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lockers
seeing Kaylee, he pauses. she looks preoccupied, and though he hasn't met her yet, he's never one to turn down checking up on a cute girl, so]
Hey. You okay there, beautiful?
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It's a good thing she finds it flattering.]
Aren't you sweet? I'm fine, just a little woozy still. Guess I was asleep for a bit there.
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You were one of the ones stuck in the pods then?
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Here I thought I just had a weird dream. [She shrugs faintly. Good-natured, as always, but still groggy from the pods, from the coma, still trying to get her bearings so still not as cheerful as she might otherwise be.]
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