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lчdíα ( вєttєr thαn αnч σthєr αlphα ) mαrtín ([personal profile] mathematically) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2013-04-07 10:58 pm

seventeenth 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.
circumitus: you started throwing frozen shot glasses at people and you kept saying "it's fine, they melt." (wave goodbye to your troubles)

The Lockers | OTA

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-04-08 08:19 am (UTC)(link)
Rey wasn't wasting any time this jump.

By then she was already ready. Clothed (sleeveless jumpsuit), cleaned (new shampoo), and groomed (now shaggy gray-brown hair). She had a number of agendas and possessed a limited drive to do any of them. Though that might have something to do with a certain thing called boredom. Rey had plenty of that to spare.

Her father always did tell her to try and look at things from a different perspective. And people did seem a little different when upside-down... almost unrecognizable.

Today, you can expect less of Rey's usual stiff posture and military stance. Right now she could be found sitting on one of the benches in the locker area.

Kind of.

At one point while perusing her inventory, she'd found her stash of cigarettes and a lighter, and had since decided to sit down -- only her legs hanging over the top of the bench while her back arched over the seat. She had been there for some time, and had yet to experience any wooziness or blood rushing to the head. So she sat there, watching people go by, hands folded over her abdomen with an unlit cigarette between her lips.

Not like she's got anything better to do at the moment. Responsibilities are silly and nonexistent on the forefront of her mind.

Only the echo of opera rang in her memory.
Edited 2013-04-08 08:20 (UTC)
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[personal profile] ironsights 2013-04-10 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
Most people seem to pass by her without too much comment. But from her position, Rey might finally notice a pair of army boots approaching from down an aisle of lockers with unexpectedly quiet footsteps -- coming to a stop a safe armslength-away from her.

And Kazama doesn't say anything, but he does pointedly stare at where -- what was her name, Rey? -- is draped over a bench. Unlit cigarette in her mouth. Briefly, he wonders if maybe she doesn't have a lighter.

A small frown as he cants his head sideways. Even seen from that awkward position, it's obvious enough that Kazama's expression is one of subtly 'what's going on here?'
circumitus: Insert Warmer song lyrics here. (Default)

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-04-11 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
Rey did in fact have a lighter, but have you just try using one while you're sitting upside-down. The flame tended to go the wrong way (or the right one, if you're asking gravity).

While most people came and went, the feet that stop in front of her capture her attention, as Rey's eyes slowly lift to meet the bottom of a vaguely familiar face.

Kind of. Familiar. People's appearances, to her, aren't what they seem at the moment.

"Problem?" Rey queried, cigarette still between her teeth.
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[personal profile] ironsights 2013-04-12 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
What an odd woman. Kazama's fairly sharp and observant, able to come to quick conclusions about people -- but he's never really been able to understand Rey. There's always something a little misaligned about her, and Kazama just pauses for a moment before shaking his head.

"No problem."

It's obvious he's wondering what she's doing draped across the bench like that, but he doesn't care enough to actually ask it out loud. So instead, he just reaches into his pocket, fingers at the lighter he keeps there.

"Need a light?"
circumitus: I have big plans. I'm learning spanish this month. (i need an office)

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-04-13 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Welcome to the club of People Who Don't Get Rey, Kazama. It's a long list.

She looks up at him for a moment, as if his offer completely perplexed her for only a matter of seconds before she picks the cigarette out of her mouth and holds it.

"If you would." She has a lighter stored in the pocket of her jumpsuit, which she takes out as well so she's holding both cigarette and zippo with one hand. Though in actuality she could just as easily light the cigarette with her own touch if she so wanted to, if not for the lack of energy after every jump.
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[personal profile] ironsights 2013-04-14 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
She's a soldier of some sort, isn't she? She certainly doesn't look it, though. Kazama watches her lethargic movements, marveling a bit at the the difference between her attitude during combat and now.

But Kazama keeps his curiosity to himself, quietly taking the lighter that she holds forth. He waits for her to hold the cigarette forth, then flicks it on, leans in to light Rey's cigarette, then holds the lighter out for her to take back.

"Feeling ill from the jump?" His best guess at why she seems so sluggish. After all, these jumps certainly aren't pleasant.
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 2013-04-15 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
Certain facets of Rey's mood seems to have an on/off switch at times. The jumps themselves tend to have a terrible effect on them. She even considered the last few drops of Euphoria that she has, but sticks to her more abundant vices.

"Possibly. Been sick before." She puts the cigarette back into her mouth and shifts the tip of it into the flame, breathing in the smoke as the end ignites. Once she exhales through her nose with white puffs slipping out, she takes back her lighter.

She doesn't speculate whether or not if Kazama feels the same pangs after the jumps. Rey has a whole other breed of pain that she deals with on a regular basis, so the possibility that the jumps have a way of messing with her system more aren't too out there for her.

Just inconvenient as hell.
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[personal profile] nubilate 2013-04-12 10:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Are you trying to quit?"

Though he's quite likely disrupting a contemplative moment for Rey, Hollow doesn't ask to sit; he just does it, quietly taking a place right next to her. He's clearly just come along this way from his locker because he's toting something metal around in his hands, folded clothes piled up on top to partially obscure it. he slides the whole thing between his feet on the floor, and then he turns and looks at her properly, peering a bit back to where her head tilts upside-down. He leans into her field of vision to none-too-subtly get her attention.

He has a bland and meaningless smile on his face, as usual — but at least his deliberate actions aren't indicative of any real intent on his part, beyond being friendly. It's just nice to talk to someone familiar, right? Nothing too complex about his desires, there, most likely.

"Is that why it isn't lit? Or... maybe they're new to you? If you're considering starting, it might not be all that advisable, since I imagine it'd be hard to develop a vice for something with limited supply."
circumitus: ...and then i realized im still drunk. (thinking 'wow glad i'm not hungover')

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-04-13 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
The only contemplative moment that anyone would be interrupting was Rey wondering whether or not someone would come along with that question. Lucky for Hollow, he didn't disappoint.

Rey's eyes then shifted at the sound of a voice she thought she knew, and was correct when she saw Hollow taking a seat beside her. Her stare then focuses, not just on his facial gestures but his tones as well. One of these things didn't match the other -- it was actually one of the few things she could relate to.

"I'd only burn myself sitting down like this. That's why it's not lit." She manages an awkward shrug of her shoulders. "It also isn't much of a vice if I don't become attached to the habit, like eating or drinking."

Yes, eating and drinking is totally a vice, Rey. Or it is if neither of those things are essentials for one's survival. Which they aren't for her; she just appreciates the taste now that she has one.

"Besides, they're not so limited. The Dutchman grows the tobacco in the gardens." By 'Dutchman', she's talking about Netherlands. But much like how he calls her 'Tank Girl', it's a fond name she has for him that's somewhat grown into a habit of its own.