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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!]
unaffected: (AM went into my mind.)

Ted; OTA; any location; prose or action is fine!

[personal profile] unaffected 2012-12-09 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
If Ted seems extra nervous this jump, it's because he is. Knowing AM is wandering around on board in human form has heightened his paranoia, and since he doesn't know for sure if AM is only taking one human guise or several, anyone could be a threat. It has him checking over his shoulder more than usual, and anyone who passes by too closely will get a glare and a preemptive lean away. Nothing personal, really.

Coming out of his pod still leaves him dizzy, but he pushes through it, making his unsteady way to the showers. He doesn't want to spend more time in this area than needed; it leaves him feeling way too vulnerable. He takes the quickest shower possible before heading out to the lockers, where he dresses just as fast. The way he's watching everyone around him, pausing occasionally if something in particular makes him suspicious, slows down the post-shower routine considerably, but he's choosing to be cautious. There's nothing new in his locker, but he didn't expect there would be. The last thing Ted actually owned were his clothes, and with a jumpsuit provided for him here there's no need for them.

At the lockers, he finally takes notice that there seems to be less people walking around than usual. Ted's not going to complain, but to look over and see people still asleep in their stasis pods is a little... unnerving. Perhaps that's the point. It's not really his concern, in any case; he's sure they'll come out soon.

After Ted's finished grabbing his things he'll take to slowly wandering the hallways, seemingly wary of everything he passes and pausing at every corner he comes to, just in case.
circumitus: - XOXO dad (time to smoke my breakfast)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-12-09 10:15 am (UTC)(link)
It's strange. She should know these hallways, but there's a lingering sense that alienates Rey from everything that she should actually know. Like none of it is real, everything is just a dream and in a matter of seconds, she'll wake up from it, screaming and raving. The worst part about it all is the fear. She's afraid that her father's efforts to fix her had failed, that she had failed. What if she had gone mad again? Lost her sense of self and hurt without caring who it is she hurts?

One thing Rey knows that she won't do this time, and that's hurt people again. Not unless if they tried to get her first, because dying would mean losing it all, throwing her father's efforts in vain and no, no we can't have that. The thought of letting him down, even now, is too much for her mind to comprehend.

In her endeavors to locate some sense that she may have been here before, that perhaps some part of herself had once called this place home, Rey wanders.

...She wanders until she mindlessly finds herself brushing shoulders with someone that she can't tell whether she knows or doesn't know in the ship's corridors.


"Apologies." Comes out a curt response, short and sweet. Complete sentences are not necessarily her forte. Neither is common courtesy, as she starts to keep on walking without exercising her charms (or lack thereof).
unaffected: (They hated me.)

[personal profile] unaffected 2012-12-09 11:58 am (UTC)(link)
The sudden touch of another person makes Ted jerk away, as if the light brushing had seared through his jumpsuit and into his skin. Perhaps a bit of an overreaction, but he hadn't noticed anyone coming-- his mistake, though he wouldn't admit it-- and he had no way of knowing if something worse was about to follow.

It's not someone he recognizes, but Ted hasn't been the most social person on the ship; he can count the number of people he's spoken to on one hand. He would have been ready to let the accident go, but something in her reaction irks him, the complete lack of sincerity he senses in the apology and how easily she moves on from it. All he can think is how rude that is, and maybe it's the nerves coaxing a reaction out of him, but he curls his hands into fists at his sides and speaks up.

"That's it? 'Apologies'?" His voice is firm but restrained as he tries to keep control of it. Ted's not looking for a fight so much as what he thinks is the rightful apology she owes him.
circumitus: Because you're marine grade... You rascal. (you need 400 proof or marine proof)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-12-09 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)

Rey can't help but find herself a bit wary all of a sudden. The last time she recalls bumping into the wrong, disgruntled person on the streets, she was pushed in front of a car doing sixty down a business neighborhood. Granted, how her body held together she managed to stay together, she had even earned herself the nickname of Moose Woman. But that isn't so much the case here.

For one thing, there is no speeding Cavalier moving down these hallways. She actually hasn't seen much in the ways of traffic at all, vehicular or people-shaped. Somehow, this feels like an everyday thing for her.

In spite of her discretion, Rey slows down, and then stops. She glances out the corner of her eye.

unaffected: (Scum filth.)

[personal profile] unaffected 2012-12-11 10:09 am (UTC)(link)
She stops and regards him, and Ted feels a strange sense of triumph, because it seems like he has some amount of control over the situation. She didn't ignore him, at least. That's something.

He uncurls his fists, and tries to appear more composed than he is. People respond better to that, don't they? A calm, controlled demeanor.

"You could at least pretend to mean it." He doesn't really want her to pretend, but maybe a little more effort would make him feel a tad better. It would give him a reason to move on, as well,to lock himself in his room and hide there until the nerves edged off.
circumitus: 10 stitches. scar on forehead. totally going tell ppl my parents died fighting Voldemort. (fell off bed. face first.)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-12-11 10:38 am (UTC)(link)
She must have done something wrong, something that she isn't aware of. Perhaps she did not sound sincere enough for him to believe her, which would be why this man would accuse her of such things.

"I don't pretend."

Not anymore.

Rey turns her head towards him a little more, though she doesn't know why she bothers. She already knows he isn't someone she once knew. "I also didn't intend to mean offense. Or are you hurt?"
unaffected: (pic#)

[personal profile] unaffected 2012-12-21 10:30 am (UTC)(link)
That... wasn't the reaction Ted was expecting. It's better, actually, because she seems to mean what she's saying, and Ted was waiting to hear more curt dismissal. A bit of the tension leaves him in a slow exhale.

It's Ted's personal belief that everyone pretends at some point in their lives, to protect themselves or to get what they want, so he doesn't quite believe her claim otherwise. Lies are a part of human nature, and sometimes they're simply needed. Why bother denying it?

"I'm not hurt," he admits, almost reluctantly. He considers apologizing for snapping, but his pride and uncertainty won't yet let him.
circumitus: Captain Morgan didnt let me down when i stand up it feels like the world is trying to hand me rainbows. (i hate your face)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-12-22 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Honestly, Rey has no idea what this man's deal is. She could hazard a few guesses based on what little social graces she does possess, which isn't saying a whole lot. Point being, she's completely clueless and everyone is the opposite of surprised.

"Then what seems to be the problem?" She gives him a once-over just to be certain that he isn't lying to her, because all people lie at some point in their lives. They lie and do awful things and kill each other but that doesn't mean she has to be the same way.

She keeps telling herself that, anyway.
unaffected: (AM went into my mind.)

[personal profile] unaffected 2013-01-30 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Ted knows what his problem is, but articulating it seems to be more difficult. He's coming down off of the initial irritation, so now that he's feeling less impulsive he's beginning to think the confrontation wasn't quite worth it in the first place. All of the reasons he had in his head are starting to seem small and petty, and he doesn't want her to call him out on it. He won't have a good defense.

"You bumped into me," he explains slowly, the words (perhaps obviously) coming to him as he goes. "You didn't seem sorry. That seemed rude, so I asked, but now you've apologized so-- it's okay."

Certainly not an awkward situation Ted's gotten himself into, not at all.
circumitus: (503): forewarning i'll probably have done those drugs with you (i wanna bring you to show and tell)

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-02-03 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
"I suppose it was rude." Rey just, strangely enough, can't bring herself to resent this man for reacting the way he did. Because it's petty, and he seems unfamiliar, which leads her to speculate other possibilities as well. "Are you okay?"

Is anyone in this place truly okay? Rey isn't even entirely sure if she asks this question out of genuine concern or necessity, because it just seems like a typical response to this kind of situation. And what would she say if he told her that he isn't okay?

Interactions are hard when you can't just kill them.
unaffected: (Default)

[personal profile] unaffected 2013-02-09 12:14 pm (UTC)(link)
That question throws him off, because-- well, no, of course not. Ted can't remember the last time he could honestly say he was "okay." Sure, he had learned to tolerate the brief respites AM would give them, to accept that those times were as good as it was ever going to get, but he could never escape from the lingering question of what next.

Because the machine never stops planning, and as long as AM hates and tortures and insists on keeping him around through it all, Ted will never be okay.

"As I can be." Ted says it flatly, but sets his jaw after it's out, keeping back the urge to follow up with some sort of bitter comment. It doesn't matter.

It's not like it's a complete lie, either; he is dealing the best he can with his situation, like always. He's more on edge than usual, but this whole set-up is still managing to disorient him after all these months. Or weeks, or years, or however long it has actually been, he can never be sure.

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-02-12 10:28 am (UTC)(link)
Rey knows enough about people to see the signs -- and know that when people often say those things in that tone, they tend to mean the worst.

"You appear unfamiliar. New?" She can take enough wild guesses. While Rey isn't one who pays attention to the static noise that comes from her communicator, she tends to get good looks at the people who pop up each jump. Their faces are ingrained into her mind, her memory and core.

Long as she focuses on one place and time, she won't have to worry about receding back to the jump for a few moments. She can keep her mind balanced here in the present instead of the past, and perhaps focus on her... impression skills.
unaffected: (He would never let us go.)

[personal profile] unaffected 2013-02-19 11:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Not really. This is my third... jump?" Ted is pretty sure that's what they're called. He had been reluctant to return to the strange tubes for his second, but from what he could gather not entering them would bring about a lot of pain he definitely does not want. They've proven safe so far, so he continues to play along, following everyone else when the time is right and hoping each jump will go as smoothly as the last.

He gives a shrug, crossing an arm over his chest to rub at the opposite shoulder, idly. As to why she may be unfamiliar with him: "There are too many people here. They just come and go."
circumitus: Because you're marine grade... You rascal. (you need 400 proof or marine proof)

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-02-22 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah." Rey is not one to make acquaintances with the new people, or make an effort to catch their names and remember their faces.

Chances are they'd be gone soon, anyway.

"People have a tendency to do that -- come and go." The way she says it, it's not at all disheartening to her. Rather, it's become just another cycle that she's become accustomed to in everyday life. In any case, if she got worked up over every loss she had endured then she would be so exhausted she wouldn't even be standing here right now.
godofthemachine: (Whoa that's some freaky shit)

[personal profile] godofthemachine 2012-12-09 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
It's strange: when one performs an activity for so long, it becomes a habit. There's a need to do it over and over again, to fill some inner emptiness of some sort. To bring a semblance of comfort.

For centuries, AM had spent his time not only torturing Ted, but also just merely watching him, reveling in his suffering of being confined to a subhuman form, doomed to wander inside a vengeful machine for the rest of eternity. Even if Ted's situation has dramatically improved by now, AM still carries the immense desire to watch him, to feed off his paranoia and other reprehensible qualities.

It's probably rather unsettling that as Ted dresses and grabs his things, those red eyes are still fixed upon him. AM doesn't make much of an effort to keep himself hidden either. He's simply there, watching.
unaffected: (God how I knew.)

[personal profile] unaffected 2012-12-11 10:44 am (UTC)(link)
Ted's not so much surprised to see AM as he is startled, when he happens to glance over and spot him standing there. Just watching him, like he's done countless times before, but now Ted knows this man's purpose and it's worse. He's been watched by AM for centuries, but never has Ted had anything to look back at to make him acutely aware of it. Miles of cold circuitry just didn't have the same affect.

Knowing he's there makes him dress even faster, popping his locker open and trying to step behind the door, even though it won't do much to hide him. AM can probably see him from any angle he desires. Still, to break the line of sight of the human he's using, even slightly, helps.

When he's done, he starts looking for somewhere else to go, even a group of people to duck behind. Anything to make this AM leave, or to just stop looking at him with those damn eyes for a few minutes.
godofthemachine: (Tell me mooooooore)

[personal profile] godofthemachine 2012-12-12 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
Even if AM isn't doing anything physically to Ted, it's still entertaining to watch him be consumed by his paranoia and fear. That crooked smirk on his face only grows as he watches Ted move, doing all he can to escape that petrifying stare.

When Ted moves to find somewhere to hide, AM only follows slowly, slow enough for Ted to escape if he wants to, but fast enough for him to know that his space is gradually being encroached upon. AM doesn't intend to confront Ted directly at this moment in time; merely make him rather uncomfortable (which is sadly one of the easiest things AM could ever do).

He wonders, though, if Ted has told any of the other passengers about AM, about the centuries of torture he endured. Nobody has treated AM any differently or brought anything up to him, so he knows it's unlikely for now. After all, AM has told no one about his relationship with Ted; even those who know his true nature. If Ted were to tell anyone, though, who would even believe him? He's a paranoid mess, belongs in a mental asylum.
unaffected: (AM went into my mind.)

[personal profile] unaffected 2013-01-30 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
For as large and full as the medical bay is, it seems horribly small and uncluttered while Ted is looking for somewhere to hide. Especially while AM is following him, giving him less time to actually think as he tries to stay on the move.

He makes his way around the area, keeping near structures and lingering groups of people as he goes. Every time he glances over his shoulder his tormentor can be found lurking somewhere behind; it's a horrible feeling, one he knows he should already be used to but isn't. He's really not sure he ever will be.

It feels like hours before Ted is able to make it to the exit, quickening his pace as he nears it and ducking into the hallway beyond. The halls are more empty, so he navigates them faster, taking random turns with no real idea of where he's heading. Anything to lose AM's walking form, at least temporarily.