ataraxionlogs | eighteenth 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.

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Monsters, and yet you carry no weapon.

[She raises an eyebrow.]

Fairy or sorcerer?

Fairy.

[So unimpressed. He stares at her a moment, waiting for her to--possibly--take that back.]

Do I really look like a fairy.

You look like a jumped up little brat who's never heard no, actually. Sorcerer, then. Fantastic.

[Well that was uncalled for! Sirius is more taken aback than he is offended--he stares at her a moment, and then abruptly laughs.]

Wizard, actually. Is it the jump that's got you all worked up and feisty, or are you normally this charming?

Yes, where are my manners? Mother always taught me to be polite to the first person I saw after I stumbled out of some goo-infested pod and woke up kidnapped.

We're all kidnapped, y'know. Or not really kidnapped, 'cos there's only a few actual kids, but, you know.

[He shrugs, still cheerful.]

So there's no sense in being anything but nice to me, I'm not the one that brought you here and slathered all the goo on you. That's not even my style.

That doesn't mean I have to congratulate you.

[She glances around, trying to see how many others there are here.]

What do you want?

You could.

[Aaah, but now he's just being purposefully irritating, and childish, and he knows it. He grins at her, settling back against the wall again, getting more comfortable.]

I came to help you, actually. Don't thank me too emphatically--it's a small gesture, but it's the least I can do-- welcome to the Tranquility.

That's it?

Well, that's the start of it, anyways.

[He squints at her.]

You didn't happen to grow up isolated in a hole, did you, because you are suspiciously unable to hold conversations.

Has it passed through your mind that perhaps I don't want to talk to you?

[wow no never would have gotten that impression at all-- but he only smiles, all innocence.]

No?

Consider this your warning. Go away.

Why! I haven't even done anything, I'm just talking to you--

And now I'd like you to stop. Immediately.

Right, but why. 'Cos, as I said, I've been nothing but friendly to you, so viciously demanding that I leave you alone comes off as sort of weird, to say the least.

It doesn't matter and I don't care how I come off.

[He studies her a moment--and then folds his arms over his chest.]

I dunno about that.

Excuse me?

'Course you care how you come off, or else you wouldn't be so snarky with me right now.

I'm not being snarky, I'm trying to get you away from me!

But I haven't even done anything to you yet, I'm just talking! Even if you didn't want me to talk to you, you might have communicated that in a different way, y'know. This way only makes me want to hang around.

Do you somehow get off on annoying people?

D'you somehow have a problem with people innocently talking to you?

I do when they're annoying little idiots.

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