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lчdíα ( вєttєr thαn αnч σthєr αlphα ) mαrtín ([personal profile] mathematically) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2013-01-07 10:48 pm

fourteenth 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: 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.
circumitus: Completely decimated and my hand was all bloody and covered with glass. Weird dude, never saw him again ever since. (got into a bar fight last night)

Rey | The Lockers | OTA

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-01-08 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
Rey woke up to pain.

Hot. Biting. Ripping pain, which tore into her from her chest down to her guts when she poured out of the gravity couch. She shook, holding herself together by the thin threads of her sanity. It will pass, it will pass, it will pass...

Growing pains.
That's what her father had called this when the symptom first began to make itself known, if you could call "screaming in total agony" a "symptom". Despite that, it had been a chronic effect that had persisted over the course of four years (four years to her, that was. No more than a couple months had passed in between on the Tranquility). In any case, her body was at war with itself now, and being out here and exposed would hardly do.

Skin tingling, gripping her stomach and bearing with the wrenching misery that nearly bowled her over with every second, Rey pushed herself through the motions. Had to keep moving. Had to keep focus, and deal with the rest later. First shower, then clothes, and then finding some other way to make herself useful. But not even the scalding hot water helped to dampen what ailed her. The aftermath of the growing pains nearly had her on her knees by the time she made it to the locker.

This was not nausea or sickness or anything that could be diagnosed as normal. This was the churning of human organs inside of her, or it felt like a churning. The feeling of something not right within, and not even with the miracles of her father's own abilities had he done anything about it. She almost had begun to think that this was a possible form of self-punishment. After all, she deserved this, she was...


Teeth clenched, hands shaking, Rey got dressed. She pulled the zipper of the jumpsuit up part way before the screaming pang hit her again. One moment she was thinking about her boots, and the next--

She was leaning heavily against the locker doors, her head banging against the side of it as she slammed into the metal. Oh yeah, like that helped.

There was no way she could keep on like this without her father's expertise. At least, that she did fear. Perhaps the one thing she had learned from those four years of memories now in her head was that she had become attached and sickeningly dependent. She must have relied on him too much, and that was why this was happening to her now. All things happen for a reason, don't they? Don't they?

Well? Get up then!

Between every dry gasp for air, she did just that -- get up. Her fingers tightened over her abdomen, her expression hardening in the face of more pain that threatened her. It wasn't the first time she had dealt with this, and it certainly wasn't going to be the last. Just that it was such a nuisance that it had to cycle during a jump period, rather than allowing her to be in the comfort of her own space or someplace nicer (if such a place existed).
killarevolution: ([C] Reaching a fever pitch.)

[personal profile] killarevolution 2013-01-08 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Haymitch passes through the lockers with little consideration once the happy reunions have been done. Everything's settled and things can go back to business as usual. In fact, he almost passes Rey completely on his way to the lift, only stopping and turning around when he notices her in pain. He already went through this with Kazama last jump. It's getting to be a habit with those lucky few he actually considers friends.

"Rough start?" He tugs on the zipper to his jumpsuit, lowering it away from his throat a bit. Snug collars always bother him. Too much like 13 and too much like a noose.
circumitus: She was stuck there, we simply exchanged rides. (it's not like i paid for sex)

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-01-09 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
Clutching her stomach, she nods as she struggles onto her own feet. "Somewhat..." Rey mutters.

She wishes she could tell him that this is unexpected. That this will pass once she's had something to eat or had a nice sleep to tide her over. But it won't, and it's a guaranteed ordeal for the next several hours, maybe days.

Her hand pushes her from the lockers, forcing her to stand as much upright as she possibly can at the moment.
killarevolution: ([C] So if you want moral advice.)

[personal profile] killarevolution 2013-01-12 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
Instinctively- and it's such a natural gesture that Haymitch is actually surprised- he goes to give her an arm up lest she fall over again. "Easy. I get enough of my own vomit on my shoes, thank you very much." Never let it be said that Haymitch's genuinely kind gestures aren't accompanied by his acerbic wit.

"Don't tell me I'm going to have to convince you to go to medical. Figured you were smarter than Kazama."

It's only with the utmost affection that he says that... Of course, utmost affection from Haymitch sounds the same as his casual bitterness. No wide range of emotions from this guy.
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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 2013-01-13 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Sounds unpleasant."

Rey is careful when people offer her aid. Not because of trust, but because of her own self and that she doesn't wind up pulling them down as well due to her own weight. She doesn't know Haymitch too well, but he doesn't seem to be the type who can easily haul three hundred pounds of dead weight.

When she does take arm, she is as careful as she can manage. She doesn't think she is going to actually vomit, though she does feel sick to her stomach.

"Haven't decided. Whatever they have may dull the pain, but they can't fix my organs."

She can have her so-called father to thank for that, even if it did go against his intentions.
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killarevolution: ([C] I got canal smarts bitch.)

[personal profile] killarevolution 2013-01-13 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
Haymitch isn't expecting that- careful or not, you don't really miss the extra weight, especially not when it's from a woman who shouldn't weigh much more than him. Full of surprises, this one, but he's already confirmed she's some sort of mutt, although probably a defective one or one not interested in him, for whatever reason. That makes her okay in his book.

"That's a funny way to put it," he responds dryly, once he's seen her steadied. "Given what they've got in there, I wouldn't think there ought to be anything they can't fix."

This is far more advanced than the Capitol, after all, and the Capitol can eradicate scars and heal burns to the point of near nonexistence, among other things. He's never spent an extended amount of time in medical, but he can't imagine them being less impressive than that.

Of course, if she really is a mutt (of some kind) and that's not just his paranoia and convictions that this is all Capitol talking, then he can probably guess why she wouldn't want to chance anything.
circumitus: Keep up the good work. (it's a 12/12/12 miracle)

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-01-16 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
Rey does try to stand on her own feet once she's found her balance. On one hand, Haymitch may be right for her to check into the medbay.

On the other hand... "Perhaps it is something they shouldn't fix. Sometimes, pain is useful."

Say that to someone who can hardly walk because of pain.

But even so, the pain keeps her grounded to the present. Keeps her mind focused on one place, rather than hopping through the several scenes that oftentimes played out from memory.

Rey came here remembering nothing. And now? She remembers all of the ugly details, and can't seem to put a stop to them. At least for now, she doesn't have to worry about it. It's almost a relief.
killarevolution: ([C] Look at the limes- how they float)

[personal profile] killarevolution 2013-01-16 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"And sometimes it kills you," he retorts. "I don't have many people here I actually tolerate." He shrugs and leans on the nearest locker. "Drinking helps, usually. Not that I've come across anything it doesn't help. The day we run out of liquor on this glorified hovercraft is the day everyone starts killing each other."

Finally, is what he doesn't say. He doesn't want it, but he knows it's coming. They're not here to play games and be a crew. They're here because eventually everyone's going to die one way or another and someone will be incredibly entertained by that. And that will be the end of it.
circumitus: Keep up the good work. (it's a 12/12/12 miracle)

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-01-17 11:42 am (UTC)(link)
The implications of his statement, if they could even be called that, had Rey turn her head. He's not jostling her, like others have before for a variety of reasons -- be it because they're scared or they need her for something.

No, it's something else.

At some point

"I've died countless of times, though this is arguably my last life. Fortunately, I'm very well-versed in what will kill me."

And drinking isn't one of them. Lucky for her.
killarevolution: ([C] Is this guy really deep?)

[personal profile] killarevolution 2013-01-18 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
He chortles. "Good. Then I'll have plenty to be annoyed about when you find something that does." Leave it to Haymitch to be fatalistic about everything. The Games do a number on you.

"So the real question is do you need medical or do you need a drink? I already know my choice."
circumitus: tall, lanky, uses teeth when giving head, and runs like a giraffe. don't do it, man... (no i know her type)

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-01-21 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Someday, perhaps."

Fatalist meets fatalist. Rey's never been one for fighting against that which seems to be already preordained for her. It's too exhausting and too futile. And it would appear to have been a fate that had been designed since she was "born", so why fight that?

Some would sacrifice their lives to have a purpose.

Rey considers his question for a bit, and then shrugs with one shoulder. "Feeling more partial to a drink, to be honest."

She's had enough of being poked and prodded at for the last four years, and even throughout her various lifetimes.
killarevolution: ([C] IF YOU'RE A BIRD. I'M A BIRD.)

[personal profile] killarevolution 2013-01-23 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"All right then." He inclines his head in a way that could either be a 'c'mon' gesture or he might have a crick in his neck. Either way, he starts walking towards the lifts.

"So what do you think?" He mutters after a moment of walking. "We in for a quiet period or is something else going to blow up in our faces?"
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 2013-01-26 09:47 am (UTC)(link)
She folds her arms. Rather than letting the stabbing pain consume her, she wills herself to move forward -- and onto the lift. She'll get through this, just like she always has.

"It's difficult to say. Have the last periods been quiet?" The problem with Rey's memory is that she can't always make sure of the time. How much of it has gone by, where she is currently... among other things. "Don't believe I have remembered many calm periods lately."

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[personal profile] handelaar 2013-01-09 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
Netherlands walks up naked, worried, with a sleeping rabbit and a pillowcase full of baby chicks. He's still got quite a few more people to check up on and where he would normally give her a cursory word or two and swing by later (or more likely, have her swing by the Gardens), it's not hard to tell that something's not right. Carefully, he puts Lodewijk down on a nearby bench and cocks his head. Knits his brows and scowls.

"What's - "

Wrong is the obvious end to that sentence, but halfway through he snaps his mouth shut and blinks. The thing about living with his sister through several awkward decades of puberty is that he sees Rey clutching her middle, looking like she would rather be hiding out in her room, with no visible injuries, and thinks she's probably just on her period rather than going through any weird Tank Girl shit. Which is a lot less worrying and frankly something he's kind of used to, between Bel and Indië.

"There's prob'ly something for that. Here. Y'know, cramps and shit."
circumitus: (503): forewarning i'll probably have done those drugs with you (i wanna bring you to show and tell)

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-01-09 05:57 am (UTC)(link)

At one point, Rey might've reacted differently to that. Look at him stupidly and say she has no idea what that means, as she doesn't know what anything means.

But she does, and when she forces herself to stand as upright as possible when feeling like her organs are grinding inside of her, she glances to him out the corner of her eye. "It isn't anything like that." Hell, Rey's pretty sure Lucas never bothered with certain reproductive organs.

Ordinarily, she would have left. Be vague. Tell him to mind his own business. None of these things were computing right now, though, and she actually finds that it's a good thing to have someone talking to her while she sorts this out.

"It's my insides. My father was able to fix some things with me, though he failed in others."
handelaar: (bitch pls)

[personal profile] handelaar 2013-01-09 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
It isn't anything like that, she says, and his shoulders immediately sink. God damn it, it is some fucked up Tank Girl shit. Of course. While he doesn't groan he does lift a hand to grind the heel of his palm against an eye and tears a hand through his hair, raking it back in frustration as she elaborates.

And of course that raises more questions than it really answers.

"Haven't had anyone here look at it, have ya," he sighs. He's betting the answer is a resounding no, given how he keeps surrounding himself with people who hate hospitals for whatever damned reason.
circumitus: He came back with a watch, a basketball and an engagement ring. (he went to walmart with $30)

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-01-09 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
Rey is too preoccupied noticing his reaction to belatedly note that he's not even wearing a towel. Rude. But ones for modesty, they are not, as she has more important things to worry about.

"Negative, not yet. Didn't think it'd be an issue until..." She can't finish that sentence. Rey honestly didn't know what she was expecting. That maybe the pain would magically disappear because... just because.

Since when has she ever been that lucky?

Between her gnashed teeth, she adds: "Think I only need to lay down awhile. It'll pass."
handelaar: (pic#5311775)

[personal profile] handelaar 2013-01-09 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
The towel is for Lodewijk and Lodewijk only. He hasn't made it as far as his locker yet, or else he'd have underwear at least.

"Not yet. So you're gonna go...?"

It comes out as more of a question than he intends and that's because he really hopes she will. There's no way he's going to try to force her to, but something wrong with your goddamn insides is vague and probably not something to leave unattended. He crosses an arm, bag of chicks squirming and cheeping as it bumps against his thigh, and bites on the nail of the other. Raises a brow, suspicious. Does she really think it'll pass...
circumitus: Keep up the good work. (it's a 12/12/12 miracle)

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-01-09 08:06 am (UTC)(link)
Rey is not a liar. If she was, she wouldn't be much of one, being just about as subtle as a jackhammer to the face (which yes, she has seen happen before. Was it her or someone else?).

"No point. My father's not here, and only he can--" She stops, realizing all of sudden that he has something with him. And they're alive. "What're you carrying?"

It's a momentary distraction, if nothing else. Plus changing the topic -- she can deal with that, because the chances of her stopping by at the medbay are low, and the chances of her dismissal being tolerated don't stand much of a chance, either.

Of course, it'd be interesting to see someone try to force her anywhere, with her mass.

Ha ha.
handelaar: (red card red card)

[personal profile] handelaar 2013-01-09 08:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Chicks," he mutters, shifting his weight to his other foot and frowning at the lack of progress about her health. Fine, be that way. So it's with a sulky huff that he parks his ass down on the bench beside Lodewijk and leans forward on his elbows to open the pillowcase.

Five bright yellow, fluffy little chicks, one week old and each with a little smear of purple ink on its head.

"Jaye gave me some eggs for lettin' her fuck off for a month. Hatched last week."

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-01-09 08:51 am (UTC)(link)
Chicks? Rey has to see this...

...So they were.

"Oh." She peers at them, still clutching her stomach but she at least has the capacity to put mind over matter, reason over pain and directing it into something else. It's only a temporary distraction, but it works for the time being. "What do you plan to do with them?"
handelaar: (bitch pls)

[personal profile] handelaar 2013-01-09 09:19 am (UTC)(link)
For a second he looks up at her like she just asked the most obvious question in the world - but, hell, maybe she's never seen a chicken or something.

"Uh." His eyes flick down to her stomach but he does have a plan, and luckily for her loves talking about plans. Any plans. "Kill one of 'em in a few months, once they get big enough. Wait until the rest start layin' eggs. Let one brood. Use the rest of the eggs for eating."
circumitus: - XOXO dad (time to smoke my breakfast)

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-01-09 09:33 am (UTC)(link)
She has and she hasn't. Really, the answer should have been obvious, but he could have been keeping them for a variety of reasons. Meat, eggs, pet...

"Seems logical." She remembers a Chinese restaurant in Chicago that killed their own birds, so really, it does.

...And it only serves to remind her that she might be hungry as well.
handelaar: (Default)

[personal profile] handelaar 2013-01-18 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
Hell no, not a pet, chickens are dirty animals and there's no way he'd allow one into his room. Gross.

"Yeah. You, uh. Know what chicken is, right."

Because now that he's thinking it he just has to ask. Her world might sound similar to his, but it's not like he's ever been.
circumitus: ...and then i realized im still drunk. (thinking 'wow glad i'm not hungover')

[personal profile] circumitus 2013-01-18 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes. I once snuck into the back room of this restaurant that slaughtered, plucked, and cooked their own birds. Chickens. Geese. Ducks. Pigeons."

In other words yes, Rey knows her birds. Not that she blames Netherlands to make the assumption that she might have just given him her usual, spaced out look like The Good Old Days. Days that are still six long years ago for her, but significantly less for others.
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