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ataraxionlogs2013-04-07 10:58 pm
mathematically) wrote in ataraxionlogs2013-04-07 10:58 pm
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- 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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Uh... There's a good chance? Maybe? [Topher rolled his shoulders in a shrug.] Some people have pretty much everyone they know here with them and some people get very used to being alone. It's like a crapshoot. Or a social life lottery.
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[Doctor Bennett totally said to avoid you ... Choices, choices. He's still covered in grime, actually. Still speckled and stained by the last day on earth--literally, the last day. In fact, he's supposed to be on his way soon--stopped to finish up his pot outta impulse and want. But it's kinda hard to just run off screaming from your other you.]
I mean, it'd be good to see em after all that shit back home.
... What about you? World still intact?
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[Give it a few years, Topher. And a year in this place and he's pretty casual about admitting that now. It's not like it matters, even if he's not convinced that Strela wasn't some evolution of Rossum and his tech.
And then it occurs to him... that was a weird question to ask. He eyes the he-me warily.]
...Why d'you ask?
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[Thanks to him. He's still trying to process that, but the weed doesn't help. Like. At all. His lips thin out into something disapproving, something disappointed.]
... I'm not really sure what happens after that, but it can't be good.
So it's nice to hear yours is doing okay, at least.
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[He shifts awkwardly.]
Uh... Sorry about yours, though? I guess it was a good thing that you showed up here before you had to contribute to the whole "blood for the blood god" shtick?
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Nah, shh. It's cool. It's not like you're a giant evil god or anything.
[And then he motions to the bench, because Topher is his company right now--and he always makes sure to try to accommodate his company is the most friendly manner he can cook up. Alas, right now it's just a bench.]
And relax a little; you're all. Shifty. Take a seat, tell me about yourself. The rest of that shit's kinda heavy, don't you think? We have enough to worry about without stressing over it right outta' the gate.
[how come you have a deeper voice than me THE GODS HAVE FUCKED ME OUT OF A DEEPER VOICE I HATE THEM]
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[Because he's not! Really!! It's just... sort of weirder than he expected it would be. But he plops down on the bench anyway.] Uh. I'm Topher- which we covered. I'm a neurologist... well, I'm a lot of things, but I don't like to brag or anything. [He loves to brag.] Around here I'm just the brain-science guy. Uh... I'm originally from Los Angeles and I've been on this ship for, like, a year now.
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[Because I'm kinda high on life at the moment.]
Oh, LA. Good ol' LA; I took a trip to Universal near there once, almost got ran over by an angry woman with a van full of screaming kids. [He shakes his head so calmly, as though he were clearly still disappointed in this woman's decision to nearly mow him down; tsk, tsk.] Some people shouldn't be allowed to reproduce in flocks if they got such a temper on the road.
[but anyway]
So you check on people's heads aboard the ship, make sure there's nothing wrong with it?
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Yeah. I'm basically the early warning whistle-blower for space crazy. It's not a bad life, if you forget the very real threat of actual space horrors.
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Considering that a week ago, my biggest threat was getting arrested for possession of marijuana, I think... maybe I'm still reeling. But I'll get there. As long as nothin's chasing me down.
It's a pet peeve of mine.
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[Paaause]
'Cause there's hellbeasts and giant rats. You just... might wanna know that. I learned that the hard way.
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[No seriously, he really did. Knew nothing and assumed there'd be something inhuman and scary here.]
I've seen some hellbeasts before. Giant rats, no, but there was a giant snake... and a giant spider. I think. That one I'm not 100% sure on.
[He was busy wrangling his friend after she had a meltdown. And stuff.]
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[...Wow. That is... Wow. Topher blinks a couple of times and then squints, but eventually discerns Marty's not so high, he's making crap up and shrugs.]
Yeah, we're free on giant rats and spiders, but I also said there weren't hellbeasts and now look where we are.
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[JUST JOKING OKAY
JUST SO WE'RE SUPER CLEAR]
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AWKWARD.
PAUSE.]
...You know, we're just really not sure about Ward and Resnik.
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like
long awkward pauses]
Should Iiii.... know who those two are?
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Good. Good to know.
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