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ataraxionlogs2013-04-07 10:58 pm
mathematically) wrote in ataraxionlogs2013-04-07 10:58 pm
Entry tags:
- !jump,
- alaric saltzman,
- alex shepherd,
- alex summers | au,
- am,
- annabeth chase,
- arya stark,
- beleth "bells",
- bennett halverson,
- buffy summers,
- caroline forbes,
- chell,
- cillian quinn,
- commander sarka shepard,
- daenerys targaryen,
- david wong,
- dean winchester,
- delta,
- derek hale,
- effie trinket,
- epsilon,
- fili,
- garrett,
- hal yorke,
- heine rammsteiner,
- hollow,
- irene adler (2009),
- james potter,
- jayne cobb,
- jeff "joker" moreau,
- jo harvelle,
- john "reaper" grimm,
- john mitchell,
- josh levison,
- kili,
- laughing beauty,
- leonard church (alpha),
- lestat de lioncourt,
- lily evans,
- lydia martin,
- marty mikalski,
- maya,
- melissa mccall,
- montgomery "scotty" scott (xi),
- mordecai,
- mr. gold (rumplestiltskin),
- natasha romanoff,
- nathan young,
- netherlands,
- nick cutler,
- nyota uhura (xi),
- primrose everdeen,
- raven darkholme,
- river tam,
- robb stark,
- rose lalonde,
- ryan newman,
- scott mccall,
- simon tam,
- stefan salvatore,
- stiles stilinski,
- takeshi,
- taylor "tyke" kee,
- the warden (daylen amell),
- thranduil,
- tom mcnair,
- tony stark,
- wheatley,
- william j. johns
seventeenth 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.
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
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.
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.
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No one ever stays. [ Bells squeezes hard at his wrists then. ] No one.
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[He's crying openly now. It hurts to see Bells in so much pain. The hands on his wrists hurt too, though, and he starts to struggle a bit.]
Please, just tell me what happened. Who left?
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Doesn't matter now. [ He breathes it quietly against his mouth, staring at him. ] He always said I was selfish, but he just left without me. Not a damn word about it. Maybe he didn't--
How can you love something like me, Kurt? I'm not very good for you, you know.
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I-- I don't know. I just do. But I d-don't understand what's going on right now. Please help me understand. Please? [His fingers are starting to go numb, which is unreal. Why is Bells hurting him like this?]
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I've been around so long, and I thought, I dunno. I figured it'd get easier. Humans are fragile. They live seconds, and I'm still there. Alone. [ He bites out the word, breathes hard. ] I don't wanna feel like this anymore. You're gonna end up doing things to me no one else ever has, and-and—
Don't you get it, yet? I'm not made for this. I wasn't made to love you and lose you too.
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It w-was Lor.
He left. Am I r-right?
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Don't say that name. [ It's a hiss, and god, he's so stupid for doing this. ] Don't-- Just stop. [ And then, he's dropping Kurt's wrists and pressing his face into his shoulder, unsteady and all over the place. ]
What am I gonna do now?
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Just stay with me. I've got you...
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I told you to go away. [ His breath is ragged, close to tears. ]
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[He sobs.]
I can't go away.
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I already... You think I wanna do something like this to you? This is not okay.
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I didn't realize...
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I didn't mean it. [ He says it again - I swear I didn't mean it - and uses his free hand to wipe at the tears on Kurt's cheeks. ] I'm sorry.
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What's going on?]
Maybe I'll sleep in Rachel's room tonight.
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No. [ And the words leave his mouth in a rush, voice tight. ] I need you.
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[He's so confused.]
Let's just-- Go lie down, then, okay? Let's just rest.
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Bells doesn't move though. Just stands there and stares down between them, like he's ready to wake up from this very bad dream. ]
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[It's not. He knew this was going to be dangerous, they are dangerous, bringing together two worlds that aren't supposed to touch. But he wanted to try so badly--and despite everything, he doesn't regret it.
Bells saved his life, after all. He can't forget something like that. But they're both in too much pain to sort anything out right now.]
Come on. [Lying down is a very good idea. At least it'll get them out of the kitchen area, which is starting to seem unfriendly.]
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He feels empty, running on automatic even as he grips at the hem of his shirt like he's ready to go wherever he leads without protest. ]
Yeah, sure. Let's go. [ It doesn't even sound like him talking. He hates this. ]