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ataraxionlogs2013-05-07 11:13 pm
mathematically) wrote in ataraxionlogs2013-05-07 11:13 pm
Entry tags:
- !jump,
- agent texas,
- agent washington,
- agent york,
- alex shepherd,
- alex summers | au,
- am,
- ariadne,
- arya stark,
- beleth "bells",
- bennett halverson,
- delta,
- elena gilbert,
- epsilon,
- eric northman,
- franz d'epinay,
- galadriel,
- hal yorke,
- harry potter,
- jack harkness,
- james potter,
- john "reaper" grimm,
- john a. zoidberg,
- josh levison,
- legolas,
- leliana,
- leonard "bones" mccoy (xi),
- lestat de lioncourt,
- lily evans,
- loki,
- lydia martin,
- mairon [sauron],
- marty mikalski,
- mathilda lando,
- mike banning,
- mordecai,
- nathan young,
- nepeta leijon,
- netherlands,
- nill,
- peter bishop,
- peter burke,
- river song,
- rose tyler,
- scott mccall,
- stiles stilinski,
- takeshi,
- the batter,
- the doctor (eleventh),
- the master (shalka),
- the warden (daylen amell),
- thranduil,
- tom mcnair,
- zeke tyler
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.
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.
Re: leonard ( bones ) mccoy | ota
It's a near miss]
Oh, hey watch it-
[She catches the tail end of that rant, no less.]
Shower's this way.
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[ It's then that he looks up and sees her. It's not that McCoy isn't used to semi-naked women, he has to be because of his job, but it's the way she just misses toppling into him that has him pausing for a moment to just look at her. Well that and the fact that he was about to be the most uncouth person on the planet, and sometimes, he can manage good manners even if people are idiots.
That look shifts from confusion, because he doesn't know who she is, first off, to one of slight disbelief since did she seriously just point out where the showers are. ]
I assume that is your damn ship, then. [ Ah, right no, forget the manners if this is her ship because kidnapping manages to make said manners fly away. ]
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[She tucks her towel in a way that it can stay up by itself. She is more than used to semi-naked men and lets just say that don't impress her much or at least it doesn't make her look away like a bashful slip of a girl.
No.
Now she's giving him a once-over.]
Not my ship. Even if I knew the first thing about spaceships, I know enough to not choose this one.
[She inclines her head. Really. Do you not...want a shower?]
By the way the goo dries itchy.
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[ Well good on you Daphne, if McCoy was a little less annoyed at his life, the universe and everything right now he'd maybe comment on how that's a good thing. ( Okay well probably not, but he might think it. ) ]
Oh good, that sounds ominous, next you're gonna tell me it's more a death ship than normal spaceships are. [ ...Welp. ]
And you know this because?
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[Why does he seem familiar? There is something familiar about him.]
I know because it's dried on me before. Welcome to the Tranquility, the deathiest of all death ships. You missed the pirates by a week.
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[ Give it a bit, Daphne. It'll hit you soon enough. ]
I missed pirates by a week. Of course, I go from one death trap to another and this one has goddamn pirates. Couldn't just give me five minutes of not dealing with— [ And then he stops himself. ]
You got a name?
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[Although she's not dripping much, but that's...a different story altogether. She offers a hand. To shake]
Daphne. You?
And yeah, last week it was all about the pirates. This week, who knows. The ship likes to invent new ways to upset us all.
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[ There's a brief moment when he looks at her hand before he decides against shaking it. ]
Until both of us are showered, I'm not exactly comfortable shaking hands. McCoy though, Leonard McCoy.
Ships aren't sentient.
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[Wait.]
It's nice to meet you anyway, Leonard McCoy.
[Holy crap. It is him. But okay. She's okay. Poker face.]
The AI on this ship is.
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[ ...The AI on this ship is. ]
The AI on the ship. You mean to tell me this damn thing has a computer that is capable of actual thought among other things that isn't ordered by someone.
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[Don't call him Bones don't call him Bones don't call him Bones.....]
Welcome to the Tranquility, the only place outside of a high school where people are afraid of an emote.
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...What's the emote?
[ Because hey it's semi-legit to be scared of like D:< or something equally as sinister. ]
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[She pauses. Pauses.]
It's a red smiley face.
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A red smiling face. [ A beat. ] You've got to be kidding me.
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[Shrug]
It's the ship's AI. It can kill us, I guess. I don't know, I've never seen the thing.
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It ever killed anyone before?
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[And a consideration]
I'm not the best person to ask. You're better off asking our fearless leader. Kirk knows more than I do.
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[ A beat. ]
Jim Kirk? Captain James T. Kirk if he was feeling particularly annoying that day and felt like flaunting the title.
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That would be my best friend. He still here?
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[She points towards the direction of his pod]
If you want to see him covered in goo and struggling not to spit up this stuff, his pod is that way.
[And then she points in the direction of the lockers]
If you want to give him a chance to recoup his dignity, take a shower and then head to the lockers.
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[ There's a pause where he shrugs. ]
Listen, I should probably try and get this mess off me. I'll— probably be able to see you around some time. You take care, alright? Don't slip in anything.
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Good luck.
[She says it with a wave and a slight smile, and watches him go.
Well.
That was something.]