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Kᴀʀᴀ (sᴛᴀʀʙᴜᴄᴋ) Tʜʀᴀᴄᴇ ([personal profile] astrogate) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2012-10-07 10:59 pm
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ELEVENTH WAVE

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


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.

yardbird: These are the days we'll never forget... (GIVE HER A BIG HIGH FIN LIKE ORCA WHALE)

[personal profile] yardbird 2012-10-13 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
He clarified: "Baseball."

Nothing competitive, though, beyond the usual father-son bonding times that the sport entailed. Just one other thing that Charlie never got to live long enough for, that Murphy would never get to stand on the sidelines and cheer on and--

Dammit.

Not this shit again.


He rubbed his face, blotting out the thoughts that left him with a bad taste in his mouth and a sting in his chest. Or maybe that was just the scars. "More tired than I already feel, you mean?" It was a weird request, but Murphy heard weirder. "Uh, sure."



...No, he was pretty sure he heard weirder.

He couldn't tell if he was already feeling lightheaded, or if that was something new.

Dammit... He just wanted to sleep. At least the mere prospect of it gave him something else to think about, among other things.
fuckinghysterical: (???)

[personal profile] fuckinghysterical 2012-10-13 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Really? I don't know much about sports, but I don't think you tackle anybody in that." Oddly, she smiles when the picture of a very violent baseball game comes to her mind. LB snerks a little at the thought, but otherwise manages to keep her laughing to a fairly normal level. Or at least normal for her. "Guess I missed out on all the fun games."

"Yeah... it's a long and weird story that not even I really understand." LB clarified, but otherwise made no attempt to explain the powers that she herself didn't fully understand.

With Murphy feeling more and more lightheaded, his slouching on her became a bit heavier. Even if she wasn't too bad, in strength, she was by no means going to be able to carry him around.

"Don't fall asleep on me, okay? Not until we get you to your room." Pausing again, a dumb expression suddenly forms on her face. "Uh. Where is your room?"
backwardscompatible: (You're into the time slip.)

[personal profile] backwardscompatible 2012-10-13 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
[And now she feels the very rare thrill of true surprise] Are you telling me that you're a Time Lord?
willpunchfaces: <user name=cafune> (Default)

[personal profile] willpunchfaces 2012-10-13 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
What's a Hobbit?
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[personal profile] willpunchfaces 2012-10-13 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
They were. [hey there sadness and bitterness he sure hasn't missed you. Francis just sort of laughs] No. Tony said he couldn't find me in time. So I grew up in Ultra City with my dad, running from robots, while James and the others grew up safe in the Arctic Circle.
yardbird: YOU LEFT ME WITH WHISKEY ALONE IN A CABIN IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE I AM GOING TO DIE. (stop whining i left you with whiskey)

[personal profile] yardbird 2012-10-13 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Sorry."

Murphy hoped he didn't sound insincere or anything, but he could sympathize with feeling like he missed out on a lot of things that most kids had. Like family, and camping, and outings -- simple stuff that children who had parents usually got to do. The kind of life that he wanted to give...

He wasn't sure if he wanted to ask for clarification on what LB meant by that, though one would have been nice. Especially when his tongue began to feel too heavy to be able to form a proper response.

The most he could manage at the moment was how he tiredly held out his arm for LB to see. Sixth deck. Room 073.

"Ng..."

Beyond that, Murphy was completely unresponsive and just went limp altogether.
whippings: (fingersnap ➙ not as loud as papa's)

YES I am down with this

[personal profile] whippings 2012-10-13 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Absolutely not!" Franziska said so ferociously she almost sprayed his face in spittle, her answer addressing both his condition and its hopeful result. It was ridiculous for a man of his supposed age to make as many mistakes as he did and what was even more pathetic was that he never seemed to learn from them.

It was then that Franziska realized that the lift had stopped, and they had reached these 'passenger quarters' that she had been so eager to visit in the first place. With one last disgusted glance down at the quivering man, she turned on her heel and vacated the space, eager to leave Larry Butz behind.
darkholme: (;; Q U I E T)

[personal profile] darkholme 2012-10-13 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
I guess I do, yeah. Well. [ there's some part of her that agrees fully, that's saying yes, we should aspire to be different, to be a cut above the rest. but the rest of her knows that isn't right. it's not about being better than anybody else. even if her newly acquired memories are conflicting, at the moment. ] I appreciate them because they're unique. Here, at least. Are the shape of your ears common where you're from? [ her tone wasn't meant to sound like that. ] Not that common is bad! I just realized that while you're the only one with ears like that here, it doesn't mean that's the case back home for you. I probably should have realized that sooner. Still. [ oh my god Raven shut up ] I like your ears because they're different, not just because they aren't human.
darkholme: (G O L D.)

[personal profile] darkholme 2012-10-13 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
I do, actually. [ which is why her eyes are shut now. ] But yeah, I... fell asleep at home, woke up here. Stayed here all this time, then when I went home I woke up the next day like this never happened. Which was fine, at home, but now it's all kind of trying to fit together and it doesn't make any sense. It's like a was a completely different person back there. I almost forgot what it was like.
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[personal profile] spacecowboy50 2012-10-13 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
Something softened in his expression, noticeably just in his eyes at the mention of a fall. There was some context behind that and he was glad that it was merely the action, not the... other thing... do to with him. Gripping his hand nice and firm he had to steady himself when they were both righted. Meeting the man in the flesh was one thing, being this close and personal in such a vulnerable state was another and he was eager to get the guy some clothes so he didn't get gawked at.

Mid-turn to tug him toward the showers, America turned to look back at him, something mischievious and amused in the smile that resulted.

"None of the above." He almost snorted aloud at the Brittania bit but only because it was such an archaic name. "C'mon, you wanna get that goop off of you." and so did he, tossing some of it off with a flick of his wrists and pulling a face. "Follow me."
fuckinghysterical: (every step you take ill be watching you)

[personal profile] fuckinghysterical 2012-10-13 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Huh? For what?" LB curiously tries to tilt her head back to look at him, but suddenly he felt a whole lot heavier. She manages to at least get a good look at the tattoo, on his arm, but otherwise LB slouches forward, trying to support his weight.

"Hey... hey! Wake up, I don't know if--" Suddenly her face goes pale and a horrified expression form when she realizes that she might have accidentally killed him. Carefully, she lowers him onto the ground and paces around worriedly, wondering what she should do.

After a while, she crouches down, lightly batting at his face, to see if that would suddenly wake him up. "Murphy! Murphy! Wake up! Hey!"

Shit! What was she supposed to do now? After a few seconds, she grabs his shoulders and begins to shake him a little more vigorously. There was a chance that he just fell asleep, right?

...right?
unparental: ( eaѕycoмpany ) (❝ did you just scoop it out of the jar)

[personal profile] unparental 2012-10-13 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
Good, tell them Jenna sent you if anyone asks-- but I don't think they'll ask. We tend to get out of the examining gift horses habit fast around here.

[ jenna starts to answer the question before she processes the end of it. ] Well, we show up in waves each ju-- vampire?

[ and just bluescreening for a second. ] You can just... tell?
paracosmic: (cleaning ❦ nothing left out there)

babydoll ; open

[personal profile] paracosmic 2012-10-13 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
the pods
[she knew once she hit the floor that shutting her eyes would do her nothing when it came to the unsettling dizziness and dry heaves. it was stimulation overload. no matter how much she wanted to retract into her mind and get away, get out of whatever had taken her and bring her home, that it would only make her worse. the cool floors only made her shiver and gave her no reassurance.

she had to stand up. she had to give herself some kind of control over whatever had happened to her, even if she's stuck being incredibly helpless. she felt like she had been turned upside-down for too long and all the blood was rushing to her head at that moment. she manages to stand herself up, her eyes focusing straight ahead, as if that would save her from falling back down.]


the lockers
[after showering and her head being a bit clearer, she was able to find her locker and get dressed. even if they were the clothes the brothel had given her, they were still clothes, and she was sure that at some point she'd be able to find new ones. the little device that was there as well was something she'd never even seen before. it had to be a dream. nothing like this was possible.

no matter how real, or how much of this she can truly feel, there's a part of her that screams that she can get out of this. she can escape.

maybe if she could just wake up, everything would be okay.]
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[personal profile] andyouwill 2012-10-13 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Eyebrow] This surprises you, my dear Ms...? [She'd been tossing out references to "the TARDIS," and he was very nearly positive she was one of the Doctor's pet humans. Why would the presence of another Time Lord be so astonishing?]

[...Oh. Well, naturally. The Master tips his head in wry acknowledgement.] I admit appearances are against it, but this android body was constructed with every attention to detail by myself and the Doctor, for the express purpose of housing my consciousness. [Really, it was much better in some ways than other bodies he'd had the misfortune of having to deal with in the past. (In other ways it was infinitely worse.) He'd been changing forms for so long that although it was still a constant trial and profound frustration not to be inhabiting a real Gallifreyan body of his own, he hardly thought of it as potentially surprising.] I assure you my memories and mental capabilities are intact.
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[personal profile] testgasm 2012-10-13 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
She definitely wasn't going to let this one go. He frowned, pausing, trying to figure out the best way to approach the situation. How did she know? GLaDOS must have beaten him to her, gloating about what had happened in his imagined Aperture.

Though it was slightly embarrassing, it meant he knew something She didn't--which gave him a bit of an upper hand on Her, as far as that was concerned. If She didn't know he was alive...

But for Wheatley, in this moment, it was neither here nor there.

"Uh, well, Sherlock drowned in the pool. Awkward all around, that one. Then She tried to kill Topher, you know, Topher Brink, sort of--twitchy blonde in the sweater vest, you've seen him. Had a go at me, too, in the event you were at all doubting her continued murderous tendencies."
shoyu: (❝ luv (sic) pt.3 ❞)

[personal profile] shoyu 2012-10-13 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
Kidnapped against your will? [ he can't help but furrow his brow a little bit at that. what an awful series of event, going from a place like that and ending up here. ] That does sound rather similar to the the circumstances here, but I'm afraid I'm not aware of any deeper link than that.

[ at least this fellow seems composed enough, despite that little sigh. the polite bow is promptly returned with somewhat theatrical flair, and soysauce beams at japan as he straightens back up. ]

Ah, please do forgive me for being so rude as to forget introductions until now. Please call me Soysauce. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir, and I'd be glad to help out in any possible way!
akidfrombrooklyn: ([Steve] Worried)

[personal profile] akidfrombrooklyn 2012-10-13 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's taking Steve longer than usual to recover, head groggy and vision blurry, and he's struggling to keep upright once on his feet. But he's squinting around, searching for familiar faces, and making a note of new ones. And then he sees the kid, watches the expression on his face, confused and frightened, he thinks, and stumbles over, being careful not to topple over.

His voice carries gruffer than normal, throat sore from the breathing tube, but he wills the urge to cough away.
] You okay there, son?
fourseasons: (glance ☀ I am much older though)

[personal profile] fourseasons 2012-10-13 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
[He can't help but blink in surprise at a name like that, badly trying to cover it up by glancing off in some other direction. Hm... well. He's met stranger people. This person has been kind enough.]

Soysauce-san, then. Ah... I truly appreciate all the help that has been so kindly offered to me. I believe I will continue on my way for now, but I'll keep your offer in mind, surely.
biffail: (nervous ★ until we're all found out)

DON'T HOLD BACK, FRANZISKA. WHIP HIM LIKE HE WAS MEANT TO BE WHIPPED.

[personal profile] biffail 2012-10-13 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
He winced; that was definitely a no. And this definitely wasn't the first time a woman had snarled in his face so closely to give him that answer. When she left, Larry straightened up, at last aware that the lift had stopped and it was time for him to leave it. His head spinning and much of him smarting, he pulled himself into a standing position, watching her walk down the passenger quarters.

Now that his mind wasn't addled with searing pain, and now that she seemed to have gotten tired of whipping the lights out of him, Larry had questions to ask. Really, how did she know his name? And why was she blaming him for things he couldn't recall ever doing - things that were very specific? It would have been different if he had been chewed out on something he could actually remember; that was a far more familiar and logical scenario, and something he could certainly deal with.

He ran after her, though a part of him was protesting. Why, of course, would he decide to pursue a woman who had just practically destroyed him on the lift?

Because he wanted answers. Answers only she could give him. Larry needed to know, badly. Perhaps he could clear up at least one thing that was boggling his mind.

"H-hey...wait up!" Nearly tripping on the way out on unsteady and stinging feet, he sprinted after her. "How'd you know my name? Who are you?"
shoyu: (❝ ordinary joe ❞)

[personal profile] shoyu 2012-10-13 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ ... san? he doesn't really react to japan's surprised little blink, too used to people's confusion at his stagename, but soysauce does give a curious cant of the head at that word. not something he recognizes. a formality, perhaps? how interesting. and it's quite sincere, not mocking at all, when he smiles at japan with a cheerful nod. ]

This place can be rather confusing, so I'd be glad to be of any assistance if any problems arise later. But yes, of course, please don't let me keep you here! I hope you'll be able to find your way around without trouble, Japan-san.

[ gosh, that last syllable comes out a little clunky but he tried, okay. ]
fourseasons: (smile ☀ imperial face)

[personal profile] fourseasons 2012-10-13 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh. Even if it is a little clunky, the effort is certainly noticed, and it should be visible in how Japan's face lightens a bit. Not quite a smile but he's definitely looking pleased.]

Until next time, then. Please take care. [Nodding in farewell, he'll leave Soysauce at that and head off to find who else he can question about things before settling into this new setting.]
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[personal profile] atmnumber0001 2012-10-13 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
There was an edge to Franziska that Manfred hadn't seen before. (Well, he hadn't seen her like this at all, period.) Was she suspicious of him for a reason, or was she simply just mad that he accused her of being younger than she appeared to be? No, there was something else that he couldn't identify. Pride, yes, but something more.

"It can't be..." he ended up muttering, unable to process anything that was going on. It was a rare moment of weakness in Manfred's part because everything that had happened this day was unlike anything he had known. He was supposedly in space, Edgeworth had supposedly been here for four months, and his own daughter... His own daughter had somehow aged six years.

"I'm either dreaming or I've gone insane..."
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[personal profile] theblogger 2012-10-13 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[[ OOC: For all who know him/had interaction with John in August, he has been missing for almost the entirety of September (Jump 10). This is because the mun was absent due to the real-life hungry school monster.

IC-wise, during the 10th jump, Dr. Watson was seen leaving the tanks and moving to attend his post in the medbay. Shortly after, he assaulted another passenger ([community profile] a_spider) with seemingly no provocation. He was pulled away from his attack by John Grimm AKA Reaper ([personal profile] chromosomes) and stormed off to the lifts. He was never seen or heard from again... Until this jump.

I will be backtagging all interactions John had in August. Contact me by PMing this journal or my plurk if you have any questions or concerns! ]]


Every jump is a massive headache, but John hasn't felt quite this poorly since the very first. After eight months of up-and-at-'em, spartan shower straight to jumpsuit straight to medbay (nine months total now, nine months), it's a bit of a shock to find himself wracked with dry heaves and weakly clinging to the tank for support like he was the first day he found himself, alone, mostly-naked, and soaked to the bone in a strange place.

Nine months. The tenth jump. Or is it?

Because he thinks he remembers that he found his best friend (estranged as they were) lying face-down in the water, and carrying the corpse with the man's liar of a lover to the morgue. He thinks he remembers a weak in solitude, making vague promises and warnings to others, and trying to dodge the protective detail it had granted him (it wasn't someone else he needed the protection for).

He thinks he remembers trying to beat a man to death. No... Not a man. A murderer. The murderer of hundreds, maybe thousands, but most importantly, the murderer of a man that had saved his life. Moriarty. John thinks he might have tried to kill Moriarty with his bare hands.

He checks those hands. They are pale and withered from being submerged in the stasis liquid, trembling ever so slightly in the chill of the air, but they are whole and neither set of knuckles are bruised nor tender.

So was it a dream? And if so, how much? When is he?

He's not going to get anything done sitting on the floor.

So he's up and off to his locker, where everything has remained the same since he last checked it (semtex vest still tucked inconspicuously at the bottom) and he can collect his jumper to take with him to the shower.

Once he's in medbay, he's quickly downing the dose of pills that stimulate those enzymes to flush his system of the sedative. And there's coffee. And peppermint, for the nausea and the bile that threaten. He's taking peeks at every unfamiliar face and trying to get a look at their arms as they passed. Doing this subtly is at issue, but who is going to confront him about it?

There's a 010 and his heart sinks a little. Sherlock Holmes (his) is dead.

Then there's 011 and John knows something is very, very wrong.
yardbird: fffff- (dammit left the oven on again)

[personal profile] yardbird 2012-10-13 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
If Murphy didn't feel like he had been clocked over the head with a nine iron and a climbing fever, he might have managed a cohesive response to that first question. It wasn't like he needed to add to his roster of apologies for LB.

Now he felt more like he was tethering between the edges of lucidity and black. The back of his eyelids burned like acid when he tried shutting them. A tiny voice on the back of his mind was screaming for him to wake up.

Actually, he found out moments later that that was actually just LB.

It was amusing how he never knew how comfortable the floor was until now, despite being hit in the face and shaken to stay awake.

His eyes shut tight, but his brows furrowed as he tried clinging to consciousness a little more, despite severely not wanting to.

"Christ, keep it down, won't you?"

He was trying to sleep.
inebriety: (tony › i'm a collector)

[personal profile] inebriety 2012-10-13 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
It's gone into remission a couple of times, but it's always come back. I know better than to bring my hopes up.