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dσctσr lєσnαrd ( nσ jím nσ ) mccσч ([personal profile] hypospray) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2013-06-07 10:56 pm

twentieth 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 



Yͨ̉̈́͏̮͙́ͅơ̻̞̤̺͕̬͙̯͐̒͆̚͘ͅu̵̪͕̼̣̙͙ͮ̆͊̓̿͌͢ 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 ã̖͉̱̟̞͓̜̠l͚̼̹̟͎̙̘͍ͮ̅ȯ̧͆ͯ́ͦ͏̦̱̥n̛̹̖ͫͪͥͯe͛͌ͫͦ̒ͣ͂̕҉̠̯..


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 y͏̵͟o̡͘͡u̶̧͘͟r̨̀́̕ welcome party.

circumitus: I got so high last night I started crying because i couldn't stop thinking about how scary space is. (all the dinosaurs are extinct)

Rey | Lockers | OTA

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-06-08 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
Rey is almost immediately dressed. She's only made her way through the gravity couches -- to the showers. She doesn't waste her time stopping to make sure if any familiar faces had showed up, vanished, or still remained. Either way she'll find out sooner than later.

That seems to be happening to her a lot, and it's nothing new and exciting. No reason that should have stalled her, made her fret and worry. Everyone has to go away at some point, in the end. They always do.

Rey opens her locker -- her eyes fall on the half-empty bottle of David's Euphoria that he'd left behind for her.

Another phantom that's gone from this place like so many others.

But why not her?

Too preoccupied with her own thoughts, Rey fails to notice that the clear bag of crystal meth has fallen out of her locker space. It's visible enough that anyone may be free to recognize the toxic blue rocks at her feet.
fuckinghysterical: (small smirk)

[personal profile] fuckinghysterical 2013-06-10 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
LB took her sweet time in the showers, preferring the feel of the water pouring down on her, as it seemed to alleviate the post-jump nausea a little. And really, being used to the surroundings like this, she didn't even care if anyone stared or not.

Regardless, she was just passing by to make her way to the hallways when the clap of the bag falling to the floor makes her jump a little, startled. Recovering quickly, when she realizes it's just a bag, LB looks over to the unfamiliar woman. Yes, she had spoken to Rey a few times, but for whatever reason, she still had yet to actually see her.

Furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, but smiling mildly, she addresses her after letting out a short laugh.

"You keep a bag of rocks with you?"

Oh look, LB doesn't know what crystal meth is.
circumitus: (hook me up with the drugs dog)

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-06-13 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
They're not rocks. She may not be the most socially adept individual, but Rey knows better than to use substances she isn't familiar with. Her experience with a chemist once shooting her up in an alleyway had been one bad trip too many for her.

In spite of Rey's social ineptitude, she doesn't need a second take to put a name to the voice she hears. It's someone she's spoken with over the network. Though now she has seen a face.

"They were given to me -- for trade. Probably shouldn't touch them." She doesn't think they'll hurt LB just by picking them up. Rey just doesn't want people to touch her things.

Rather, she doesn't want to be blamed if anything happens because of them.
fuckinghysterical: (Fake smile)

[personal profile] fuckinghysterical 2013-06-13 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
As someone whose duties included copying voices, every now and then, it didn't take long for LB to recognize Rey's voice either-- even if it had been some time since she last spoke to Rey. Her eyes widened briefly in recognition, before she looks back to the 'rocks' curiously.

"Hey, if you're worried about me taking them, I'm not that kind of person!" With a nervous smile, she raises both hands in a surrendering motion. Even with all of the bad shit she did, at the very least she wasn't really a thief... unless you counted jacking things from corpses, because it wasn't like they needed it anymore anyway. "But what were you hoping to find to trade anyway?"
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 2013-06-16 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
You never know with people. Humans are an unpredictable species as it is. They have a tendency to change their nature on a whim, depending on the circumstances.

Closing her locker door a little, Rey shakes her head. "Not to trade. I received them in a trade. They're a kind of drug."

Spoken so openly, it's a wonder that Rey even recognizes the weight of the items she has in her possession. Except that she's seen people shoot up worse chemicals into their system in streets and alleyways, so a few rocks in her locker doesn't seem like a big deal.

It's not as if she plans to use them, anyway -- she hasn't even ground them up into powder, like Pinkman had instructed.
fuckinghysterical: (head scratch)

[personal profile] fuckinghysterical 2013-06-16 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh..." she feels her face flush a little out of embarrassment over not realizing that the "rocks" were actually some sort of drug. LB certainly held no contempt over Rey wanting to use it, if that was the case, because if it made her feel better? Good for her; LB had agreed to much more insane terms, in her world, thinking that would bring her happiness as well.

"So, um, is this what you take to feel good?" She remembered having a conversation with Rey once about taking drugs to feel better, even if LB knew that any similar substances probably wouldn't work with her nanomachines. After a short pause, she adds: "How have you been feeling anyway? It's been a while."
circumitus: (hook me up with the drugs dog)

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-06-16 08:31 am (UTC)(link)
Rey only shakes her head at LB's question. Fortunately, her dependency on substances has been limited to eggrolls and beer. An unhealthy combination, but preferable to the alternative.

Her second question, however, is not met with such an immediate answer. Rey doesn't know how to respond to it, because honestly -- it's not one that she's heard often. It's not every day that someone comes up and asks how she's doing.

"Don't much of an opinion on the matter." On the matter of feelings? Yes, we'll go with that.
fuckinghysterical: (mildly amused)

[personal profile] fuckinghysterical 2013-06-17 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Not bad, then?" She didn't seem particularly distressed by her question, so that's what LB assumed. "Regardless, you're still here-- for better or worse."

Definitely better, for her, but LB understood that there were people who would prefer to go back to their worlds. Even if Rey was just an acquaintance (on the friendlier side of the spectrum) though, it was kind of nice for LB to see some people who didn't immediately disappear upon having more than a couple of conversations with her.
circumitus: I have big plans. I'm learning spanish this month. (i need an office)

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-06-17 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Doesn't matter -- wouldn't make a difference if I wasn't." Rey is starting to feel that terrible missing obligation that she only had when she was with her father.

And there was still the promise she had him make to her. They had agreed, this would be her final life. No more resets, no more bringing her back from the dead. She had to make it count and, as far as she could tell, there was nothing for her to accomplish here that no one else couldn't fill her place. She was invaluable here.
fuckinghysterical: (:))

[personal profile] fuckinghysterical 2013-06-17 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know-- who else can punch holes in walls around here?" LB smiles a little bit, still recalling that story that seemed almost ages ago. But right, maybe she was one of the people that wanted to go back. "Well, unless there's something back home that you have to get back to. Then I guess I'll have to find someone else to punch holes in walls."
circumitus: Insert Warmer song lyrics here. (Default)

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-06-17 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
If Rey could, she'd have laughed. But she can't find it in her at the moment to invoke such a rarity.

"I thought that there is a commodity for punching holes in walls here." If anything else, it would make people even more wary to have her around, being in a spaceship and all. She's probably more of a danger to have around.
fuckinghysterical: (:))

[personal profile] fuckinghysterical 2013-06-18 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
Her lack of laughter didn't bother LB, as she laughed more than enough for the both of them anyway.

"I don't see it too often myself. Just as long as you're not punching any of the outer walls, do it as much as you want, as far as I'm concerned." A little smirk passes, while she adds: "Just make sure security doesn't see you do it, I guess."
circumitus: Keep up the good work. (it's a 12/12/12 miracle)

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-06-19 08:36 am (UTC)(link)
Rey stares.

"By all counts, I am security." And what a piss poor job she's been at it, too.

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shoyu: (❝ luv (sic) ❞)

[personal profile] shoyu 2013-06-11 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
But then again, there are those people who wouldn't recognize crystal meth if they got slapped in the face with it.

Recreational drugs of any sort are a rarity where he's from -- most people content to slosh hard liquor down their faces when they want to reduce themselves to a stupor -- and Soysauce doesn't give much thought to that little bundle of blue rocks. All he knows that they're on the ground, and it seems to that the person who they belong to hasn't noticed that fact just yet.

So of course, Soysauce is glad to play the kindly gentleman.

"Ah, excuse me, m'lady?" Soysauce steps forward, leans down to retrieve that little bag of crystal meth, and holds it gently like it's a silken handkerchief. And in one smooth movement, he takes one of Rey's hands, and presses that bag into it, clasping his other hand over it. Quite the romantic gesture, considering what he's handing over to her.

"You seem to have dropped it. It would be a terrible shame to lose something here, wouldn't it?" Followed by the brightest, most charming smile he can muster.
circumitus: I ONLY KNOW HOLA. (EVERYONE IS SPEAKING SPANISH)

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-06-13 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
Rey is not unfamiliar with substance abuse. In one of her many lives, she used to covet them, having been raised under the parental units of drug dealers. Though fabricated, she can recall her youth of shooting up with a dose of Rush. The authorities would find her curled up under a red Chevrolet pickup, and drag her back home to...

It doesn't matter. That never happened, anyway.

Rather than the firm grip of a police officer ripping her out from the old pickup, her hand is instead taken by a man she is unfamiliar with. Her eyes widen a moment as she glances to him out her peripheral vision, with a sharp look.

Because he is smiling, and he is playing kind.

And he is not the first.

Despite Rey's adversity to letting LB seize the bag, this man has unwittingly picked them before she even had the chance to argue. Her fingers curl over the pure but forever neglected stash.

"Would be more of a shame should someone else had found it." Rey has no attachment to a bag of rocks. She is, on the other hand, concerned with some unsuspecting party with lesser intentions of tracking down the owner and trying them out instead.
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[personal profile] shoyu 2013-06-14 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
At least Soysauce withdraws his hands soon enough, standing straight at attention with hands folded behind his back, bouncing a bit on the balls of his feet. He seems eager for conversation, and glad to have been some sort of help! -- even if it doesn't really seem like Rey appreciates that help so much.

"Eh -- I suppose so?"

A small, curious tilt of the head, like a confused dog.

"I'd like to think that most people would have returned it to you as soon as they found it, though? Most people here seem quite happy to assist each other, no?"

There's an unrelenting, entirely sincere sort of optimism in his words. And he's certainly not saying anything facetiously, especially with regards to how much he trusts everyone else on the ship. Of course everyone would be willing to help each other when there's a common goal!
circumitus: Captain Morgan didnt let me down when i stand up it feels like the world is trying to hand me rainbows. (i hate your face)

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-06-16 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
...

As much as Rey thinks about it, she can't quite pinpoint ever knowing someone with such an insane amount of optimism before. Either Rey has a complete lack of faith in humanity and other species as a whole, or he's naive.

Perhaps it is a bit of both.

"No." She closes the locker, still carrying the bag in her hands. "In fact, that itself may be a problem with the people here."

People look to each other too quickly with too much trust in their hearts. Rey has tried. She really did. Even made the effort of talking to people regularly. But what has been the benefit of that?

Another jump of radio silence.
shoyu: (❝ beat laments the world ❞)

[personal profile] shoyu 2013-06-18 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
Well, he wasn't expecting that curt an answer. Soysauce can't help looking a little shocked for a moment, giving a rather wide-eyed, confused blink.

"Eh -- so, you think people here aren't kind to each other? Or that, even when people are kind to each other, it's a problem?"

They're the kind of thoughts that Soysauce can't really wrap his mind around, and he gives a puzzled little cant of the head.

"But -- either way, I must respectfully disagree, m'lady! I think that people here are certainly capable of helping each other here, and the number of people hurt during the ship's more dangerous days would be much, much higher without that cooperation."
circumitus: (503): forewarning i'll probably have done those drugs with you (i wanna bring you to show and tell)

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-06-19 08:40 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, she knows that look.

So then why does she feel a bit of regret for having opened her damn mouth in the first place?

"That is not what I meant at all." She stops, biting her lip. A bad habit. "I do not know what I meant. Apologies."

Obviously, she's a bit irritable. It doesn't compliment that morose mood very well.
shoyu: (❝ how you feel ❞)

[personal profile] shoyu 2013-06-22 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
"... ah? No -- no?"

This really is quite confusing, and Soysauce hesitates for a moment before giving a lame laugh -- raising his hands in the universal gesture for 'my bad.'

"I mean -- if anyone should be apologizing, it's me! I suppose I made too much of an assumption, putting words in your mouth? Awfully rude of me. Please forgive me?"
circumitus: Just remembered. (i woke up in the shower this morning)

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-06-26 08:47 am (UTC)(link)
"There is nothing to forgive." Rey can't say she's even remotely capable of taking offense. At least, as far as most subjects are concerned, whether someone put words into her mouth or not. And he certainly hasn't set her off to the point where she's experiencing a full blown episode, so he's good...

Finally, she stops biting her lip. Horrible, nasty habit.

"Truth is, it wouldn't be good if someone had found this bag. It's a highly addictive drug."
shoyu: (❝ labyrinth statistic ❞)

[personal profile] shoyu 2013-06-29 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
"... an addictive drug."

Soysauce parrots those last few words, but doesn't seem to quite understand their implications. He's certainly familiar with addiction to alcohol and tobacco, but ...

"I -- see. Those rocks are ... edible, then?"

-- hard drugs, especially for recreational use, are a true rarity in Dustbowl. He's never even heard of crystal meth before, much less seen a bag of it.
circumitus: Keep up the good work. (it's a 12/12/12 miracle)

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-07-02 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
Well, he's not immediately jumping the gun and lecturing her... yet. That's a good sign.

"Negative. Evidently they're intended to be ground up into powder, and then inhaled through your nose."

Obviously Rey hadn't tried it yet, neither did she ever have any inclination to. But the man sounded so desperate to trade.
shoyu: (❝ home sweet home ❞)

[personal profile] shoyu 2013-07-08 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
"... I see." Not really. That seems like an awfully unintuitive way of putting oneself in a pleasantly-hazed state, and Soysauce can't help giving a slightly confused little laugh. "I take it you haven't indulged in such a thing too often, either? From the way you describe it..."

A small sigh before he glances towards the locker room. "Though, I suppose given the way things can be aboard this vessel, one can't be blamed for looking to a little -- ah, something to help stay upbeat once in a while?"
circumitus: ...and then i realized im still drunk. (thinking 'wow glad i'm not hungover')

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-07-12 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Rey shakes her head. "Personal experience. Don't indulge in certain substances you get from shady strangers."

The Euphoria happened to be one thing. That can't even be constituted as a drug, per se. And the marijuana she'd picked up had been a public offering. But Rey knew what a bad trip had felt like, knew what it could do to people. It was sad, really.

"I prefer beer and spring rolls, myself." She shrugs. "Healthier, sort of. I believe."