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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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"Forget your cane, old man Murphy?"
Because I'm a douchey space-son! Love you, dad.
Not that Alex is so steady himself, but hey. Priorities.
"You're jump-drunk and everything, man."
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Or you were in any case, before it becomes quickly obvious that the gesture was more of a helping one than a threatening attempt at his life. Instead Murphy just jumps, startled at first.
The Good Samaritan strikes again.
Murphy just grunts at Alex's first comment. "Don't much like the sound of that." Old man Murphy. Makes him think of himself as one of those old codgers shaking their fists while ranting and raving about hooligans on their front lawn.
Damn kids these days and their rock and roll music and twist endings.
"Not drunk, either." For once.
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On the Tranquility, that's something to be happy about.
"Don't want to be the old man going 15 in a 40 mile per hour zone?"
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He does take a moment to give Alex a look-over. No, he doesn't seem like he's two-slices short of a toaster. Then at the old man comment Alex makes, Murphy just snorts.
"Oh please. When I'm ninety I'm gonna be goin' ninety."
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Time is very hazy here. Alex has come to accept it.
Kinda sad, but true.
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Yes, Murphy. Yes they probably and most likely would. But he's a little too messed up to care.
Not messed up enough that Alex's nudge bowls him over or anything, though. Murphy has half a right mind to push him back but just decidedly heads for the lift. Where will he go? No one knows. "I've got no idea. At this point lunch is just the second meal of a twenty-four-hour period."
To be fair, Murphy's perception of time was pretty fucked to begin with, so he just makes it up whenever.
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Seriously, Murphy. Seriously.
"Makes it harder not to always want to eat?" Not that he even relates to that, remotely; they've gotten on his case for not stacking on some pounds. He's kinda pathetically small, and since he'd gotten hurt he kinda reeled back a few of those pounds that he'd gained since--y'know. Being super out of it. "But no worries, your breakfast for the morning is blue goo."
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Murphy really does just grunt in response as he makes uneven strides into the lift. He'd contemplated about going to his room, as he sometimes does. But then, hearing Alex talk about breakfast just then, Murphy changes his plans on a whim.
Kitchens it will be. In any case, this kid looks like he could use a burger or two, as usual.
"Not exactly what I'd call part of a balanced diet..." Not that Murphy would know.
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Look at all that genuine feigned uncertainty.
Alex Shepherd is the pinnacle of balanced and healthy.
...
Why did we change direction where you goin' Murphy.
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It's all in good fun, though.
Shut up, Alex and don't question where we're headed because we're going on an adventure.
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Maybe that's why he stuck around for as long as he did."Better than how half the people around here probably ate. Though I'm kinda missing those days on earth where scouting out a crappy buffet was a thing you could do."no subject
Which is why he is pushing the very notion of a crappy buffet at the back of his mind and immediately trying to think of something that settles easier on the stomach...
He just thinks about eggs instead.
"I was thinkin' of an omelet. You?"
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. . .
"You have jump sickness and you're thinking about eating eggs?? What are you?"
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Yeah Murphy, way to make yourself feel less like throwing up.
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On this ship, he wouldn't even be surprised, okay.
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You young whipper snapper.
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He's seen enough scary flicks, sheesh.
"I'll start talking in nothing but pop culture jabs if you keep this up. It won't be pretty."
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In the words sayeth Murfay: Come at me, bro!
"Anyway, if not eggs or soup, I'm makin' you a sandwich." Because you need meat on them bones, boy.
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"I think you're aiming to cook me, one of these days. I see through your scheme."
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Guess he'll just have to kill you instead.
Or just try and keep a straight face and fail.