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starked) wrote in ataraxionlogs2013-03-07 11:00 pm
Entry tags:
- !jump,
- agent texas,
- albert de morcerf,
- alex summers | au,
- am,
- annabeth chase,
- arthur pendragon,
- bennett halverson,
- cillian quinn,
- combeferre,
- commander sarka shepard,
- cordelia vorkosigan,
- dave strider,
- dean winchester,
- derek hale,
- effie trinket,
- england (arthur kirkland),
- epsilon,
- eric northman,
- fili,
- finch,
- francis barton,
- garrus vakarian,
- hal yorke,
- harry osborn,
- heine rammsteiner,
- helen magnus,
- hollow,
- iorveth,
- irene adler (2009),
- jack harkness,
- jean prouvaire,
- jo harvelle,
- john blake,
- jon osterman,
- kaylee frye,
- lauren reed,
- leonard church (alpha),
- lilith,
- lute,
- marian hawke,
- marius pontmercy,
- matthew keller,
- maya,
- meg,
- michelino "mikelo" constance,
- mordecai,
- mordred,
- mr. gold (rumplestiltskin),
- natasha romanoff,
- netherlands,
- nill,
- nyreen kandros,
- peter petrelli | au,
- peter pevensie,
- red scout,
- richard harrow,
- river tam,
- rose lalonde,
- ryan newman,
- sara harrington,
- sawyer "soysauce" sciarrino,
- simon tam,
- stiles stilinski,
- taylor "tyke" kee,
- tobias,
- tony stark,
- tony stark (1610),
- vernon milton boyd iv,
- wheatley,
- william j. johns
sixteenth 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.
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.
pods!
Maybe. Still, it was a little awkward, and she looked around for familiar faces - Simon would want to check on her, she knew, and she also planned to check in with more of her friends to make sure they were okay after that little adventure in the corridors.
Her eyes stopped on the strange-looking creature nearby - she wasn't as terrified as when she met Nyreen, because this - turian? Well, she'd seen one before.
"Hey there. You folks sure do stand out in a crowd. You know Nyreen?" It was a logical conclusion, as far as she was concerned - same species, therefore same universe, and in her experience? When people showed up from the same universe here, they usually knew each other.
Re: pods!
He'll shift his weight from foot to foot, not terribly awkward about the fact that he's soaked and surrounded by humans. He's mostly just cold and wanting some answers about this place.
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Yeah, that hadn't been the greatest day.
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"Anyway, I'm Garrus Vakarian."
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She grins and holds out her hand for him to shake. "I'm Kaylee! Nice to meet you."
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"So, Kaylee, what do you do around here?"
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