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John Blake ([personal profile] learnedtosmile) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2012-12-07 09:01 pm
Entry tags:

thirteenth 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.

[Note: The December event, including the stasis comas and network malfunction, is underway! Please see the mod post for details if you haven't already!]
circumitus: 10 stitches. scar on forehead. totally going tell ppl my parents died fighting Voldemort. (fell off bed. face first.)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-12-08 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
>> You are likely to be eaten by a grue!

>> And also y...

Yes, it's this bitch again. Though Rey finds herself regarding the details with an odd sense of interest. Foreign, but familiar. Also, the artistic choice confuses her a little.

"Your sign is misleading."
testgasm: (are you for real)

[personal profile] testgasm 2012-12-08 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Not really, no," he says, taking a look and shrugging. "I mean, it's the same as last time, really. Space-related questions for anyone who might have...inquiries. About space."

It seems straightforward to him, although now he's wondering if he should have listened to Kaylee about making the sign more approachable.

"Unless you mean the paint job, in which case that was sort of an outside opinion. Team effort, if you will."
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 2012-12-08 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
Last time.

Her head hurts. Not only does it feel like she's just waking up from a really long sleep, but it feels like she's still in that state of sleep. For the time being, she bites down on the truth, her eyes darting from Wheatley to his sign.

"I suppose I don't understand what bees, flowers, and--" She squints, tilting her head. Is that thing supposed to be smiling? "--a yellow face have anything to do with questions about space."
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[personal profile] testgasm 2012-12-08 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
He frowns, rubbing his chin and casting another glance at the (admittedly very silly) sign.

"It's a happy sun," he insists, shrugging a little. "Kaylee's idea, mostly, thought we could make the whole welcome wagon thing a little more...approachable. Friendly. You know."
circumitus: Just remembered. (i woke up in the shower this morning)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-12-08 07:35 am (UTC)(link)

Some people need that.


Strange how he talks like he's seen her before, and she's seen him. And she does. But where...?


"What do you know about space?" Seriously, she's asking him an actual question. Truly the world has gone mad.
testgasm: (i changed my mind about the libido thing)

[personal profile] testgasm 2012-12-08 08:06 am (UTC)(link)
Wheatley looks incredibly bewildered for a second--just a month before she'd blown him off with a wave of her zero-zero-one tattoo.

So he starts slowly, unsure of where Rey is going with this.

"Uh, depends on what you want to know, I suppose. Pretty space-experienced, me. Been here for an entire year, and was--I was in space for about five months before then. Give or take."
circumitus: Because you're marine grade... You rascal. (you need 400 proof or marine proof)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-12-08 08:35 am (UTC)(link)
Surprisingly, Rey is being sincere. There's a change in her behavior since the last jump, and that's because, to her, there's a significant time shift in her mind than just a single month.

It's been years since she's had this dream, in fact. She's sort of seen herself here before, talking to a man who looks vaguely like this person. But his face is fuzzy and his voice just spouts a whole lot of nonsense. Nothing worth remembering, right?


All of this is wrong.

Still, she bites down on it, knowing better than to panic even during situations she might not wholly understand... "Where can I see stars here?"

Because as far as she can tell right now while her slug-brain attempts to catch up with the mess of memories, she hasn't seen any place to get a good look of the outside.
testgasm: (UNSURE)

[personal profile] testgasm 2012-12-08 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Wheatley is starting to notice that something is up--but he isn't quite sure what to do about it. He's always been someone who'd rather ignore what he doesn't understand than try to understand it, but that doesn't stop him from feeling vaguely unsettled at Rey's apparent change in demeanor.

She's been here since the first jump, surely she knows where the windows are.

"Shuttle bay," he answers with a bit of uncertainty. "Only place you can. No windows anywhere else, sorry."
circumitus: ...it got messy. (i did a shot of seamonkeys)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-12-09 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
Shuttle bay...

She knows that, or she should know that. Must be sleepwalking again. Can't quite place the details right, but they're in her head. They're running very fast but she'll catch up to them eventually.

It's strange that he apologizes, but she just nods in reply. She glances away for a moment, making sense of the little details. Yes, she knows this place. She knows the shuttle bay. She knows this person, even if his name is missing from the subcategories that she's been filing away in her head.

"Thank you for the information." Rey steps off, still feeling like someone who's just crawled out of bed after a long night of drinking. It's like a hangover, but way worse.
testgasm: <lj site="livejournal.com" user="relicfragments"> (i'm going to do some scheming here i go)

[personal profile] testgasm 2012-12-09 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
He bites his lip, knowing that he could very easily just let her go--she's certainly never been overtly nice to him, so it wouldn't be a loss. And he's head of people leaving and coming back but not remembering anything, so he can't help but wonder if that's what has happened here.

Because she should know him, but she doesn't seem to.

It's just unsettling enough for him to call after her. "Look, uh, are you feeling all right?"
circumitus: Because you're marine grade... You rascal. (you need 400 proof or marine proof)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-12-09 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
She freezes, taking a moment to study him again. It's not like no one's ever asked her that question before, but she's still just trying to get her bearings on the situation. Assess it calmly rather than negatively. It's what her father would have told her, because he knew there would eventually be a time when they are separated again...

"Yes. I believe I feel fine."

testgasm: <lj site="livejournal.com" user="relicfragments"> (i wanted the opposite of this)

[personal profile] testgasm 2012-12-09 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
"I mean, if you're sure," he says, still puzzled, as she moves away. "There's always, um--well, nevermind. I'm sure you'll get it sorted out."
circumitus: 'Cause it makes him feel like a fish. (says he likes to get high and swim)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-12-09 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
Rey starts to shuffle away. Part of her says that it's for the best. Keep your mouth shut, because you can't trust anyone. But the dream still pesters her noisily...

Truth is, she doesn't know how fine she is at the moment. Unless if this is part of another breakdown, she's fairly certain that she'll pull through in one piece.

"There is one other thing. It doesn't have anything to do with space." Rey pauses, her eyes fixed on Wheatley. "You know me, correct?"

It's the way he behaves, the subtle mannerisms that she wouldn't have been able to recognize years ago, but she sees them now. Like déjà vu...
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[personal profile] testgasm 2012-12-09 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, I mean, we--we've talked. On several occasions. Short conversations, but I'd say we know each other."

It sort of confirms his suspicions, but he's cautious anyway, asking as if he isn't sure whether or not this is a test.

"Do you not...remember?"
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[personal profile] circumitus 2012-12-09 09:41 am (UTC)(link)
Rey just nods at first, silent.

Thought so.

"Hard to say. I think I do, but what I remember feels off."

Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that it's been six years for her, and yet someone has recently pointed out that he meant to check up on her days ago. A few days ago, she was in Chicago, not here.

She runs her hand through her hair, catching a few gray strands out the corner of her eye. So that much she knows has happened -- no one can say otherwise...

"...I'll figure it out, somehow. I have to."
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[personal profile] testgasm 2012-12-10 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Right, uh."

It seems odd that of the two of them, he's more bewildered, but he isn't about to go questioning Rey's coping mechanisms.

At least not out loud.

"Good luck, I suppose."