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Entry tags:
- !jump,
- aidan waite,
- alex summers | au,
- allison argent,
- benny lafitte,
- captain hook (killian jones),
- charles xavier,
- clara oswald,
- damian wayne (robin),
- death (discworld),
- derek hale,
- dick "robin" grayson,
- elizabeth of york,
- ellie,
- emma swan,
- eowyn,
- fili,
- firo prochainezo,
- grantaire,
- gwen stacy,
- hank mccoy,
- hayley,
- isaac lahey,
- jennifer keller,
- johanna mason,
- john "reaper" grimm,
- john kennex,
- john mitchell,
- josh levison,
- kate bishop,
- katniss everdeen,
- kyra,
- lady amalthea,
- lagertha,
- loki,
- marissa wiegler,
- mathilda lando,
- nathan petrelli,
- nill,
- peeta mellark,
- peter parker,
- peter petrelli,
- peter quill,
- regina mills,
- richard b. riddick,
- richard rider,
- rikku | au,
- robin hood,
- rory williams,
- sam alexander,
- samantha grimm,
- scott mccall,
- severus snape,
- thomas
thirty-third 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: You wake feeling cold and alone. There is a strange sense of emptiness, and the jump holds no surprises for you. There is nothing buffering the jump sickness and disorientation for you this month, and the effects may be difficult to cope with, especially for those who went into Engineering several months ago.
It may be best to try to take what comfort you can from a hot shower and any friends you find around you, though, and don't pick up your comms too quickly - there's a message waiting on the network, a harsh warning about the real dangers around you, and no one would blame you for remaining in blissful ignorance a little longer...
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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: You wake feeling cold and alone. There is a strange sense of emptiness, and the jump holds no surprises for you. There is nothing buffering the jump sickness and disorientation for you this month, and the effects may be difficult to cope with, especially for those who went into Engineering several months ago.
It may be best to try to take what comfort you can from a hot shower and any friends you find around you, though, and don't pick up your comms too quickly - there's a message waiting on the network, a harsh warning about the real dangers around you, and no one would blame you for remaining in blissful ignorance a little longer...
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.
Hanna | ota
[Hanna hates the jump. She hates feelings helpless while she waits for the breathing tube to retract and it feels worse now than the first time she woke up on the ship. She drops to the floor, coughing harshly and wiping the blue goo off her face and out of her eyes.
She doesn't stay sitting there long though, grabbing the towel she'd left at the end of her pod before the jump and wrapping it around her almost modestly. Hanna doesn't have the greatest concept of shame but at least she covers herself.]
[Lockers]
[Hanna's shower was quick, hair and skin scrubbed clean of the fluid from the pod. She looks generally better than the previous jump, less suspicious, as she opens her locker and pulls out the crew jumpsuit, her jeans and sweater folded up as a reminder to herself to clean them with her arrow and bungee cord hidden underneath.
The only thing that hasn't come off is the colorful friendship bracelet Sophie had given her.]
Lockers
[ Then he went to his locker for more clothes, and, when Hanna shows up, He's standing there, staring down at what looks like a bunch of red and black and yellow fabric in his hands. ]
[ Though he does look up when he hears her, giving a small smile. ]
Oh! Hi! Um. Everything okay?
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It's surprisingly easy to smile back to him though. That's part of being someones friend, right?]
Hello. [She nods at his question.] Yeah, I just feel a little disoriented from the jump. Are you okay?
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It's the second one after my arrival, I think I'm getting used to them.
Hey, there should be new stars to look at, in the holodeck!
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I don't know if I'll get used to them. [She will, she has to. Adapt or die, her father had taught her.
She grins.] We should go see them later.
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Right. They are weird. And--
[ He almost blurts out about how dangerous it is, to be caught away from the grav pods during the jump, but at the last moment decides that's possibly a bit much. ]
-- we totally will. Also, we can see if other holodecks show things differently. Maybe they're equipped with different tech, and we should find the best one, right?
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Right. Hopefully there won't be too many people thinking the same thing.
[She can't imagine anyone really not making use of the holodecks regularly. They're so different from anything she's ever seen before so they're absolutely amazing for her.]
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Yeah, well, there are holodecks on each level, and some levels aren't very populated. Anymore. I mean, they go by jump, it seems - and people... disappear, or worse, so there's not many people, say, on level three. We'll be able to take a few turns.
[ So, so confident. ]
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It sounds like we shouldn't have any trouble then. [She makes a face at the 'or worse' part but doesn't comment.] We can go whenever you want.
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Comms is on Level 1, we can work our way up from there for a change!
[ Best laid plans... ]
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[The very best.]
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[ Robin grins, and gives her thumbs-up. ]
Catch you later, then. Looking forward to it!
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[Thumbs-up, another thing she doesn't get. Historically speaking, she does but she's not sure how it applies here.]
I'll see you then.
lockers!!
Summer has grown on the Tranquility. Maester Luwin used to say that if a fish was born into a well, he would never grow very large--but if he was born in the Trident, he would grow very large indeed--and if he was born in the Shivering Sea, then perhaps he would grow to be the size of one of the whales that swam its depths. Perhaps that is what has happened to Summer. He was always going to be very large, but in the corridors of the Tranquility, where he runs free but for the bonds of love and wolfish fealty he owes to his pack.
And it is under that freedom that he comes to a stop behind Hanna, more curious than aggressive--even if his large size might make him hard to read, as if curiosity is disguised by bulk. When people see a wolf nearly the size of a pony, they are like to grow unnerved. But Summer's ears are turned forward, and his tail is curled high--and he does not growl, or show his teeth, but only sniffs at the air, as if hoping to learn something of her.]
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Hanna is smart though and there was a time when the wolves in the forest didn't know her. So, slowly, she holds out her hand out to him and gives him a chance to sniff her and to see she means no harm.]
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But--after a moment--he leans forward to sniff at her offered hand. The delicacy of that sniff might be a surprise, given his great size. Another sniff, as he shifts a step forward, as if to get a better scent--and then he raises his head again and studies her once more, his head cocked. That's approval, in its way--and then his ears turn, as if he hears something she cannot, and he turns to look back the way that he has just come.]
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His approval is nice and it brings a rare smile to her face. She's about to reach out to pet him lightly when he turns to look back and her gaze follows his, hand going back to her side and smile falling. Sometimes, Hanna's almost like a wolf herself, the way she tenses and watches.]