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ᎪᏒᎥᎪᎠᏁᎬ ([personal profile] constructum) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2012-07-07 11:59 pm
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Eighth Wave

CHARACTERS: ANY AND ALL
LOCATION: Gravity Couch Room
WARNINGS: Possible swearing, possible violence, implied (and possibly explicit) nakedness.
SUMMARY: Another month, another jump, another round of new faces.
NOTES: Keeping up with the tradition and copy pasted 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: Because you're marine grade... You rascal. (you need 400 proof or marine proof)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-07-08 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
It was all pretty much the same old thing at this point. Nothing to get excited over, or freak out about. Just breathe, pick up, get your legs going. There we go...

Eight times and you'd think you would get used to it. For Rey, though, she hadn't expected that she would have been alive long enough to have experienced this an eighth time. She had accepted the futility of it, grown tired of fighting. She didn't fit here. Actually, at the end of the day, she had no business trying to fit anywhere.

Purposeless. Useless. She had nothing to offer. She was just a number and always had been, and it followed her everywhere -- identified by the mark on her arm.

As usual, Rey was not the type to stop and make conversation with the new arrivals. Her routine followed the same old pattern: Get cleaned, dressed...

Move on.

Her routine slowed down when she noticed that someone was doing a little more surveying than what could be considered the norm.

Rey? She just had something of a staring problem, herself. At that guy.

Yeah, that paranoid ex-robot thing, right over there.
testgasm: <lj site="livejournal.com" user="relicfragments"> (i'm going to do some scheming here i go)

[personal profile] testgasm 2012-07-08 08:22 am (UTC)(link)
Having lived his entire artificial life in a place where the walls had eyes, Wheatley had become very attuned to other people watching him. It didn't take long for that telltale feeling creeping up and around his shoulders, across the back of his neck--someone was staring.

The culprit appeared to be someone he'd seen around, but never met, though her intense, silent gaze sort of triggered that nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach--the one he felt whenever he confronted the Lady.

Attempts to ignore her proved futile. Once he knew her eyes were on him, she was impossible to ignore, and Wheatley grew increasingly agitated until the urge to address it was overwhelming.

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

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-07-09 08:29 am (UTC)(link)
The sense of watchfulness was an ever-present lingering that Rey became aware of. Not just here, but there and before as well. So, social acceptance or anything of the sort was neither here nor there when it came to her penchant for staring too long.

Most people didn't seem to stick around for very long, though. Not unless if they were looking for something, or for someone, that was. Really, Rey had no business hanging out there, either, but something about that guy seemed worthy of attention.

Or maybe she was just bored.

Seemed equally as likely.

"No." She blinked. "Do you?"
testgasm: (you did what)

[personal profile] testgasm 2012-07-09 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, good. She talked. That in itself gave an air of relief to the conversation (could you call it a conversation?), because it was one less thing to be nervous about. Still, the staring was unsettling, to say the least, and he eyed her up and down before venturing to continue.

As nervous as people made him, especially these silent, intense types, Wheatley loved to talk, and that enjoyment increased exponentially when someone talked back.

There was nothing wrong with getting to know someone better, after all. As long as they weren't murderous someones.

"No, I don't. Need...anything. I was just sort of. Wondering if you needed anything, from me, what with the, ah. Staring."
circumitus: Because you're marine grade... You rascal. (you need 400 proof or marine proof)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-07-10 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
For now. Rey didn't often stop to start a pleasant discussion with people, not unless if they stopped her first -- for whatever reason. She wasn't exactly the most productive conversationalist around.

But when something piqued her interest, that usually changed.

"Negative. It just appeared as though you were looking for something." Rey shrugged. "Or someone."

She wasn't one to make any sort of judgment, though. She couldn't read people well at all, and their mannerisms and body language were beyond her. No amount of time spent observing them really helped her in that department.

People were confusing.
testgasm: (nope)

[personal profile] testgasm 2012-07-11 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
"You can just say no," he offered, taking a few tentative steps closer. "There's no need to be so formal about it."

The words had barely left his mouth when he figured that was probably harsh, especially when this lady hadn't really done anything but stare and comment on what he was doing. With that realization, he made an extra effort to look apologetic.

"Sorry, I didn't mean for that to sound so, ah. Rude. Didn't mean to be rude."
Edited 2012-07-11 05:44 (UTC)
circumitus: She literally cut my boxers off with a 8" chef's knife and had her way with me. (tomorrow never knows)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-07-12 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
Wow, Wheatley.

You're a super lucky dude, though. Rey just wasn't the type to take offense to verbal hostility. At least, if it was directed at her, she couldn't care less. So it was easier to take his snappish attitude with stride.

"No need to apologize." Rey's tone was almost an echo. She stood still as he approached, but her stance tensed somewhat. "They're just words and tones. It doesn't matter."

In some way, Rey had resigned to feel worse. A terse remark warranted nothing more than a slightly raised eyebrow.
testgasm: (DEAR CHELL I'M SO ALONE)

[personal profile] testgasm 2012-07-17 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
"It's the jumps, they just sort of make me a little tetchy, is all."

He managed to look a little sheepish after that, halting his approach and flashing a lopsided grin that was more guilty than anything. "I didn't, um. Catch your name."

circumitus: She literally cut my boxers off with a 8" chef's knife and had her way with me. (tomorrow never knows)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-07-19 09:51 am (UTC)(link)
"That's because I never said it." That wacky Rey person thing, always taking people's sentences, no matter how they're said or strung together, and always seeing the whole literal side of them. "It's Rey."

She just stared at him afterwards. If he wanted to give her a name, he would. If not, then it wasn't in her place to ask. It wasn't about return-favors, after all...