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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.
let's hope it doesn't go too off the rails!
he hears the fumbling of the datapadd and that's what gets him to actually look at Jim and well, what he sees isn't exactly what he wants to see in the slightest. he expected to hear a exclamation of that fucking nickname that for god knows what reason has become something he actually enjoys and has become a staple of his life but instead is what he gets is Jim staring at him like he died or something.
he doesn't move to get close enough hug Jim himself, no he just proceeds to yell in his direction. ]
If you tell me I died and that's why your face looks like it does right now and why everyone seems to think they know me, I will hit you upside the damn head as soon as I get over. You're looking like you've seen a goddamn ghost and I'm pretty sure I'm solid and staring at you and yelling at you right now.
considering who is involved (unsure)!!
Kirk knows this is when he's supposed to say something, be a wise-ass in the face of McCoy's abrasive snarl. he clearly doesn't remember but there's a high pitched hum in Jim's head and it doesn't even matter that he doesn't remember.
he crosses the distance between them without a word and grabs the doctor and the momentum of Kirk crashing into his chest and yanking him forward could have sent them toppling if the young captain hadn't been grounded. they don't really hug, not like this, not the way Kirk's fingers dig into the fabric of his shirt and his shoulder. it's not some kind of manly hug. it's a desperate god I can't believe you're okay how fucking dare you. Jim is all lean and boney and his heart slams against his ribs like it's trying to climb out of him.
he finally laughs like he's only just remembered to breathe, and it takes him longer than it should to force himself to let go. but even then, his hand doesn't come away from the doctor's forearm.
like if he releases him fully, maybe he won't really be there.]
Bones, you son of a bitch. Enjoy your dip in stasis?
a girl can have hope okay!! god. :c
he tell you what causes all those things and none of them are particularly things he likes especially in reference to Jim but he swallows it down for just a minute because the kid is keeping a hold on him like he really is a ghost and if he doesn't touch him, he'll disappear into nothing. so he let's him touch him like he is just for now. ]
Says the asshole who didn't say hello. And oh, yeah, it felt like a prime shore leave vacation. [ if he said that any drier, even the old deserts on Vulcan would have been jealous. ] What do you think? Blue goo that I know nothing about that's covering my skin, makes me fall on my ass when I try and get up and being on a spaceship that isn't ours or any of the Federation's. Do you really think I enjoyed it?
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[Kirk says, and his voice stays surprisingly level for how tight everything inside of him feels. Bones hasn't said anything about how he's still holding onto him and though Jim knows he'll only have a small window of time before Bones will say something about it, he milks it for all he can.
when he does finally convince his fingers to unclench, it's reluctantly and his hands folds into a loose fist at his side to stop himself from reaching out and initiating the contact again like it's some kind of bone deep need.
his eyes don't move from the doctor's face, too bright and searching and looking a little too much like relief and a heartbreak that's on the way to mending.]
I take it you've probably been given a run down. It wasn't my fault, by the way.
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[ Bones says this and had it not been him saying it, the fact that he proceeds to zero in on the silver in Jim's hair could be written off as him not focusing, but it's a subtle ( because just this once he'll give Jim subtle ) question of care to explain that.
his eyes shift down though, taking Jim's appearance in and letting out a hum of thought that does promise there's going to be some lengthy explanation about all of this soon or maybe now, depending on how gracious Bones is feeling right now before he rolls his eyes. ]
I'm not gonna disappear, we're not holding hands, but I swear to God, if you're going to start twitching because you're not holding onto me just move your damn hand and grasp my arm if you need to. [ a beat, because right Jim mentioned the run down. ]
Tranquility, more of a deathtrap of a spaceship than normal, have to be covered in the goo once a month. Soon as they mentioned you, I was wondering where you ran off to and they acted like you'd be real pleased to see me. Would have been hurt if I was a little younger and you weren't you.
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Shucks, and here I was all geared up to hold your hand. [but he shakes his head] I guess that's a good cliff notes version. We're also in an alternate reality, and we all make up the crew of the ship. The person who was meant to be our captain is completely insane and missing most of the time. It's been a real party up here.
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Don't want to give them the wrong idea. Besides, I'm a grown man, I don't feel a need to do it. [ that was supposed to be playful, though it's tinged with a side of slight annoyance. he nearly stops himself from saying it but since subtle didn't work and Bones is not about to play this game. ] I can tell. [ and with a decided lack of remembering that Jim has a personal space at all he just touches the gray hair for a moment. ]
You run out of dye and a few other choice things or you maybe wanna tell me something?
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There is so much he wants to tell Bones, so much that begins with the Ambassador is in my head and goes to you left and the sickness and the wraith and the masks and Sulu and I just saw fifty people killed-
It's too much and Kirk takes a breath like he's only just remembered to breath. He glances for passed the doctor and around the room, as if to check if anyone else caught his lapse of control before his attention comes back around.]
God, I don't know where to start. I've got files on everything. [probably the first time he's kept a real record, lord knows he hates paperwork. But he needs it up here, like a reminder of Starfleet and of home]
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he takes a moment to look Jim up and down again before he says anything, and even then he has to lean and make it a little quieter than he would for just about anyone else. it's private business and he's not going to parade it out in the open. ]
Beginning tends to be good. Logical, even, if you want to steal wording from Spock. And you hate paperwork, you've got to be kidding about actual having files on everything. [ a beat. ] By the way, you can skip over the me being here bit. Discovered that one when someone recognized me and I didn't recognize them.
[ literally the longest pause. ] Didn't do intentionally, you know. You know I wouldn't.
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but it still sounds like an apology, an apology for something Bones didn't even really do and Kirk feels his throat tighten. he swallows hard, screws a look on his face that says no shit but it isn't that convincing and there's a strain in his voice when he says:] Yeah, I know.
[he clears his throat to get rid of that crackle, but he needs to take another deep breath to get his voice to level, doesn't back out of the invasion of space Bones had instigated. he invites it, swaying toward him and keeping his voice low like they weren't in the middle of a crowded room having this conversation.]
I've been here since wave one. [because if they're going to start at the beginning, then that's the way to start, and his gaze drops to the number on Bones' arm, the one that dictates that this is number eighteen.]
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it's complicated, but the knowledge ( even if he won't acknowledge it in so many words ) is what prompts what he says. it's an apology of sorts, he can't deny that it isn't but, it's best left unsaid that it is. he nods a slowly like he feels a bit out of his element. ] Just making sure.
[ just making sure he realizes that they're still— he thinks they're still friends. hopes it's still true even if he had left through something beyond his control. faintly there's a thought in the back of his head at how this looks, but right now he feels like he can't give a real rats ass if anyone wants to comment on it because he might as well get this talk over with. ]
And I've got an eighteen on the arm. Didn't come with you that first wave? [ it should be did i, but he settles for didn't because maybe there's a little pessimistic edge to him right now. going in and expecting the worst and all that. ]
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his gaze is down when he shakes his head, and with the dip of his chin he can feel McCoy's breath on his forehead before he lifts his face again to speak]
Just me and Spock. You showed up a little while later, helped us try to save the life of an alien on board. There was a sickness that nearly killed us all. You were gone after that. [it isn't accusatory, but he can't seem to stop the ache from coming into his tone. the sense of aloneness, when he'd lost Bones and Dean at the same time. when he'd gone to Godric because he couldn't ask Spock for help and Godric was already inside his head, knew how he felt, wouldn't be soft like a woman when it was the last thing he wanted.
Jim's hands are shaking, and he grips the datapadd tighter.]
We've met people up here from the Ambassador's reality, people who know how our whole lives play out. There was a week we were forced to relive our nightmares. Sulu and Spock and I watched Vulcan be destroyed a second time. We had a power outage and these masks— they showed up, started screwing with people's heads. I tried to mutiny, Sulu tried to help. If it wasn't for Spock and Raven I don't know where we'd be.
Two jumps ago I lost Sulu in the ship for a month before he found his way back. Last month we were boarded by pirates, and though we neutralized the situation and put them in the brig, Ward shot them all in their cells. We heard it over the network.
[the monologue that he seemed to be on a roll with suddenly trips over itself as Kirk privately relives everything he's saying, and realizes that there's no way— there's no way to describe any of this. it sounds like nothing, when he rehearses it like a good little soldier.]
I can't explain to you what it's been like.
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[ he says it because it's easier for him. it's the first thing his brain thinks of beyond the fact that he's sorry and that goddammit he wasn't supposed to leave like that. that unless he was forced away, he's supposed to be a constant, something that yanks Jim back when he's being stupid and just steadies him insomuch as anyone can steady him.
Jim's hands are shaking and Bones isn't a tactile person, not like Jim, but he just ends up grabbing Jim's arm ( bicep really ) in an effort to make them stop. ]
Don't tell me all about the other me. Lord knows I— [ have enough to live up to with daddy is what he almost says before he stops himself. ] You'd be dead, most likely. Mutiny on the Enterprise only worked because someone emotionally compromised a Vulcan. I leave and you go off the deep end between masks and nightmares. I'd almost be flattered if I didn't like having you alive.
[ the hand that doesn't have a grip on Jim's arm clenches into a fist before he speaks again. ]
Any kids?
[ because all he thinks is someone shooting someone like his daughter and it takes him a good second before he realizes that Jim looks like he's tripped over the entire explanation. ]
Don't need to know what it's been like exactly. Just want to know what— need to know how you are. What it's been like for you. I can fill myself in on the rest.
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[she was the youngest, as far as Kirk could tell, and part of him didn't want to tell Bones at all. he knows what McCoy is like about kids, maybe because he has one of his own, but withholding the information would be as good as lying. he needed to know what a nightmare it was up here, how brutal this universe was in comparison to their own. people had sneered at Kirk before about how safe space was in his universe.
the contact helps to still him, and though Jim's hands don't stop shaking, it softens to something more of a tremor. something he can feel in his gut instead of making the datapadd he holds on to tremble like a glass of whiskey.]
It hasn't been easy. [which is an understatement, one that Kirk can't expand on, but the shadows in his eyes and his physical state explain that much on their own.] There isn't much order up here, half of our number consists of civilians.
[Jim meets his eyes, then, more pointedly, because Jim is a captain and as a rule he is meant to keep the crew safe, but the people on this ship don't view him the same way. it isn't easy for him, putting himself in that position and knowing he won't get that compassion in return.
some might consider it masochistic, but it's all Kirk knows how to do. if he isn't a captain, he isn't anything.]
whatever i can come back to this if i want!!!
[ it makes him think of Joanna more than it should, because Joanna has a while to go before the reaches that age and it's not like every little girl is like his. that doesn't stop the thought though, and it hurts a little just to hear it.
he'll take the tremor as opposed to full blown shaking. it's progress, he'll work off that and make it completely better because that's what he does. ( he's supposed to do. ) ]
Looks pretty obvious. [ it's not meant to be mean, just blunt and to the point. there's a moment or two when Bones just stares at him in the way of saying yeah, so like he thinks that isn't actually something that's problem because hadn't they all been civilians once before. ]
h;
I've noticed, mostly civilians and when they're not, they're military that don't bow to Starfleet. [ a beat. ] You just gotta adjust how you do things with them. How you interact with them. It's not— you forgotten that they're civillians when you do things?