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Chase [the Vishual] | Amory Wars ([personal profile] the_vishual) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2012-03-08 08:49 pm

Fourth wave

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. Don't worry if you join in late, everyone's gonna be rollin' in this log.

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.
profligates: (F: lounging in boxers)


[personal profile] profligates 2012-03-09 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh boy. Here he was again. He was hoping and hoping that he wouldn't be back here, that he would be back in Ivalice, but. No. No he was not.

Well, since Balthier was back on the ship, he should make the best of it, right? Yes. Yes he would. So, rolling out of the grav couch, covered, once again, in blue goo, Balthier glanced around at all the naked people, giving a little smirk once he wiped the goo off his face.

There was one bonus to all of this. Plenty of hot, naked ladies around, and making his way over to his locker, he opened it. Everything was there, as it should be. His pouches, his clothes, his jewelry, and the little odds and ends he'd stashed in there, such as the pieces of technology that he had been working on.

And the alcohol. Bottles and bottles of vodka and tequila that he'd stored in the locker, in preparation for the next jump. And right not to the multitudes of bottles, there were smokes, several of an illicit nature. But most of it was tobacco.

And so, in the grand, new tradition of the newest jump, Balthier pulled on a pair of boxers and raised a bottle in the air.]

Anyone care for a post-jump shot? Being of drinking age is not required, seeing as we're all covered in a bit of goo, here. Two shots for anyone who's first time this is! Welcome to the biggest piece of junk currently out in space.
bottlearum: (Rum!)


[personal profile] bottlearum 2012-03-09 08:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Jack's managed to get some semblance of pants on before he walks over. Being a pirate, most of his garb is pretty complicated, and he didn't feel like putting on several layers whilst covered on goo.

He smirks when he walks over. There's still goo in his hair and caught in the trinkets that are in his hair, but well. Alcohol was more important than getting clean.

How about you just gimme that bottle, mate.
profligates: (B: mmm delicious)


[personal profile] profligates 2012-03-10 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, thank god for that. Balthier chuckles, wiping goo out of his hair.]

You get a shot. If there's any left over, I'll see about giving you another shot.
bottlearum: (EXACTLY like this)


[personal profile] bottlearum 2012-03-10 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
Come now, mate. At least one shot for each time I've woken up in goo.
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\o\ /o/ \o/

[personal profile] profligates 2012-03-10 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
And how many times would that be now?
bottlearum: (Uhhhhh.... well.....)

[personal profile] bottlearum 2012-03-10 07:48 am (UTC)(link)

Three times too many if y'ask me.

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you and your shenanigans

[personal profile] entrapments 2012-03-09 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she wants a shower. and to locate her stomach. and maybe to stop feeling seasick because they're in space for crying out loud- but she looks over because she can't help herself. hayley has always had a habit for sticking her nose in where she shouldn't- but the offer was too loud to go unnoticed.

she doesn't recognize the guy making the offer, but it doesn't keep her from glancing dubiously in his direction, jumpsuit hanging off one arm. ]

You're offering booze to a bunch of nauseous people? Really?
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[personal profile] profligates 2012-03-10 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
Absolutely! What's better then drowning your sickness away in alcohol? [grins.] Want a drink?
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[personal profile] entrapments 2012-03-10 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe the part where weak stomachs are like, twice as likely to yak everywhere?

[ she pulls her bottom lip into her mouth regardless, biting thoughtfully. ]

What've you got?
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[personal profile] profligates 2012-03-10 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not a doctor, so I wouldn't know. Or care.

[Grins.] I've got some vodka, and some tequila. If you wish for rum, you'll have to ask Jack to share, which he probably won't do.
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[personal profile] entrapments 2012-03-11 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
Right. Well the pirate would go after the rum wouldn't he.

[ her fingers drum around the jumpsuit in her hands. ]

Where'd you get all this anyway?

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[personal profile] heltersskelter 2012-03-10 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
There's no drinking age in space, right?

[Tate's unabashedly trying to peer into that open locker. he's pretty sure he sees something that could be considered contraband, and makes a mental note that when things get boring, this is gonna be the guy to come to.]
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[personal profile] profligates 2012-03-10 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
None whatsoever, or so I feel. [He grins, pouring out a shot and handing it over.] Cheers, my good man. Drink up.
heltersskelter: (p l a y | in this space)

[personal profile] heltersskelter 2012-03-10 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
[he lifts the shot glass in a cheers gesture before knocking it back. it burns right down into his stomach, and he even coughs for good measure; as though this was the first time he'd had liquor.

it wasn't.

he closes one eye and offers back the glass, it's half a wince before he's grinning.]
You don't dick around huh? Got anything else interesting in there? Or is it all stuff you've taken from the ship?
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[personal profile] profligates 2012-03-10 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[You can't hide how you handle your liquor; Balthier just smirks on that, though. The kid does remind him of how he was at that age.]

I have a few things of note in there. Several that won't be done around this group. But... only one part is from the ship.
heltersskelter: (l o v e | you while i bruise)

[personal profile] heltersskelter 2012-03-11 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
The alcohol?

{he hazards the guess knowing as soon as he's asked it that, more than likely, that wasn't what it was. there were other people bringing in tobacco and alcohol with every jump, so he wouldn't necessarily have to steal from the ship to keep it in his locker.]

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[personal profile] sweetmotherofgod 2012-03-10 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Heather's pretty much ignoring this guy - her head's still way too wobbly to tolerate his trumpeting - until she see the contents of her locker.

She's spent the last month thinking of home, wishing for home. And this is what she gets? The boots and skirt she doesn't mind, and the Browning is definitely a plus, but that tank top just feels like mockery.]

That fucking rabbit!

[Yeah, she's just gonna lose her temper and kick the locker before turning to Balthier.]

Yeah, can I get one of those?

profligates: (B: I did see that here)

[personal profile] profligates 2012-03-10 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Hello there, my dear. Back again, are we? [He grinned, pouring out a shot and handing it over.]

sweetmotherofgod: (football season is over)

[personal profile] sweetmotherofgod 2012-03-11 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
Can't catch a break, apparently. Well, here's to it.

[she takes the glass and lifts it in his general before knocking it back]

Okay, I think you're officially my favorite captain.
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[personal profile] profligates 2012-03-11 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
That was my devious plan. [Smirks.] I'll win them all over with booze.
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[personal profile] sweetmotherofgod 2012-03-11 09:18 am (UTC)(link)
Cunning. Well, know your audience. I'd say you've got us down.

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unparental: ( eaѕycoмpany ) (❝ oh-- am i wearing an ascot? i)

and thus was balthier's jenna's very favorite

[personal profile] unparental 2012-03-10 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but I might consider marrying you in about a minute.

[ jenna pushes her hair out of her face, wincing at the feel of the grav couch's leftovers still clinging to her. ]

I need so much alcohol right now.
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awwww yeaaaaah

[personal profile] profligates 2012-03-10 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Balthier laughs.] Unfortunately I'm not the tied down and get married type, but I will drink to a beautiful future together.

[He grinned, pouring out a shot for her.]
player_not_slayer: (Oh really?)

[personal profile] player_not_slayer 2012-03-12 09:14 am (UTC)(link)
Shit, I could use one right now.

[Sup, have a naked seventeen year old stopping by on his way to his locker, lured by the sweet call of alcohol.

He'd not say no to anything smokable in there, either. Just sayin.]
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[personal profile] profligates 2012-03-12 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[You'll have to do something to get the smokes, but Balthier hands over the filled shot glass with a grin.]

Cheers. Or should I say, to another month here on this ship? Either or, really.