satana: (this isn't flirting)
Santana Lopez ([personal profile] satana) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2012-04-08 12:04 am

FIFTH WAVE

CHARACTERS: ANY AND ALL
LOCATION: MED BAY
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.
circumitus: ...it got messy. (i did a shot of seamonkeys)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-04-08 01:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[Somehow, it's much easier for her this time than the last few. She quickly got over the sickly feeling boiling from the pit of her stomach. Now her main concern lies with getting up, getting dressed, and getting the hell out of here. There is no sense of luxury in the idea of confinement, and for Rey she tends to feel the weight of that burrow inward like a parasitic feeling.

[It's usually just like her to avoid contact with others during times like these. Coming out of those things... They tend to make her feel weak, and sickly, and vulnerable. Leaves her out in the open, exposed. While dressed now, her head still spirals and clings to that very open and vulnerable feeling, like something isn't right. Something isn't right... Something has never been right, and it had nothing to do with those cramped spaces, the tube that gets shoved down her throat, or the lingering sense of lost time.

[Pointless as it is to search for familiar faces, she begins to make for a hurried leave, when she is stopped by a brief glimpse of familiarity. Not because it was someone she kind of only vaguely knows, though.]


This has a tendency to get old after awhile.

[Part of her snapped to just keep on walking, but she's already said the words. She doesn't know why she bothers. One of the many mysteries of life, perhaps.]
swagneto: (CAN WE STILL GO ON THAT DATE?)

[personal profile] swagneto 2012-04-11 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ It should be one of those things Erik is inclined to say gets old after a while but this is only the second jump he's endured, the first after initially waking up here. That's not to say he intends on shrugging it off, least of all not around her, whom Erik has spoken to quite a bit early on. ]

Perhaps, [ Erik answers, catching up with her. ] but you'd think everyone would be accustomed to it by now. It means something if we haven't.

[ In a way, it's reassuring that he's not the only one living through it; frustrating, yes, but not the end all situation Erik had initially believed when he woke up here. ]
circumitus: What if cement was really a rainbow color they just secretly paint it grey so as not to distract drivers? (what if...)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-04-15 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
It's par for the course, I suppose.

[Rey says it so casually. She doesn't feel as sick this time, and manages to even keep her guts from churning as bad as they had before.

[She glances to him.]


You planning to head somewhere?

[Simple, innocent question, really.]
swagneto: (THIS IS ERIK'S WESLEY GIBSON FACE)

[personal profile] swagneto 2012-04-15 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Not for a while. [ Erik answers shrugging. ] Short of looking for a few people I know, I don't have anywhere else to go.

[ He's found a handful, but it doesn't hurt to double check, run through the rest and make sure they're all comfortably safe. Recovering at least. Even though Erik is still doing his best to wear off the frustrations of the jump, it doesn't mean he's inclined to ignore the rest. ]

Do you need something?
circumitus: I have big plans. I'm learning spanish this month. (i need an office)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-04-15 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. [She pauses.] Have you found anyone?

[She doesn't understand the gambled probabilities of running into someone who might know her on this ship. So far, she hasn't been nearly as lucky as a few others have been.

[Perhaps it was for the best.]


Not really. Figured I'd just stretch my legs.

[Since she doesn't eat or sleep much as it is.]
swagneto: (BUT YOU'RE NOT INVITED TO THE FORT)

[personal profile] swagneto 2012-04-20 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Erik shakes his head to indicate no, but he isn't deliberately looking for anyone. There's always the fleeting chance he'd run into Charles, or perhaps even the kids, but Erik doesn't believe in hope, short of a continued belief that they don't need to be here. ]

Perhaps better that they remain in their home world, than arrive here. [ Though here is as much of a good place to remain securely, than it is back home. ]

Are you certain? I've been told not everyone takes the jumps seriously.
circumitus: ...it got messy. (i did a shot of seamonkeys)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-04-22 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
I suppose that's one way of looking at it...

[She's been quiet about her situation for awhile, in the event that someone might know who she is. No such luck yet. After these past few months, she was beginning to doubt that it's even possible.

[Or, at least... she isn't holding her breath.]


That tends to happen after awhile. If you freaked out after every jump, I doubt you'd make it very long.

[Coming from someone who's gotten quickly jaded about having a tubes shoved down her throat every month or so.]
swagneto: (THATS HOW YOU CHECKMATE BITCHES)

[personal profile] swagneto 2012-04-26 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's the only way he has of looking at it, when those Erik cares about are at the mercy of men, likely to be round up, killed. He'd never concede it, but he cares. ]

No, I agree. [ Erik nods in assent; it's only been the second jump for him, the nausea and forgotten memories temporarily holding him back, but he's adjusted like always. Learning to survive based on small things like these, just to get back, if at all. ]

You can't hope to get anywhere if you're always looking back at what you've done.
circumitus: Because you're marine grade... You rascal. (you need 400 proof or marine proof)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-04-28 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Rey's eyes narrow for a moment, though her expression is virtually unreadable when it comes to what she's thinking about. But his words remind her -- she doesn't really have much to look back at what she's done, save for cutting a man's throat. If anyone ever asked her how she felt about that...

[No, she really lacked the ability to feel anything, let alone frequently looking back at the things she's done.]


That isn't much of a problem.

[--was her final verdict.]