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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.
good. you aren't ready for that jelly either.
considering i had already taken a bite at the time, i kind of was.
USS means it's under the Federation's jurisdiction. United Space Ship. Not United States Ship. SS is— applicable enough. [ Bones: Actually pays attention in classes that aren't medical sometimes. Who knew. ]
Kidnapping. And here I thought I dragged my ass to that tube and just didn't remember it because I hit my head. [ Bones, seriously. ]
well... fine. as you were, soldier.
Hey, if you wanna believe that, I won't stop you. [He leans casually on... whatever there is to lean on. Assume leaning thing here. I am a really lazy RP-er.] Whatever makes you feel cozy at night.
as YOU were.
Being off this ship would be what would really make me feel cozy at night, being kidnapped just makes me want to casually point out that there are standards to this sort of thing unless you're a goddamn barbarian.
[ Calm down bro. ] You're not one of them are you?
as YOUR FACE was
Dude, I'm not even responsible for the actual kidnapping part. I'm a kidnappee too. [Topher holds up his hands.] And say what you will about people from Los Angeles and how they drive most days, but barbarian blood does not run through my veins. I'm just your friendly neighborhood neurologist stuck on a hell ship.
LEAVE MY FACE OUT OF THIS
Considering you're acting a lot more at ease with the ship than I am, got every reason in the universe to think what I did. [ Am thinking, either way, it's a minor ( kind of big ) detail. ] Neurologist from Los Angeles.
How old are you, kid?
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I've been here for a year. [Topher flails his arms again.] I've seen some serious crap. I can afford to be a little jaded and nonchalant for the sake of my sanity. [He crosses his arms over his chest pointedly.] I'm twenty-eight.
[beat.] Twenty-nineish maybe.
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I don't care if you've been here for five, ten years. Who gets accustomed to a hell ship. [ Or a ship for that matter. And eyebrow raise. ]
Twenty-nine ish. That the same as I'm five and three quarters?
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[GET WITH THE PROGRAM, BONES.]
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Did you just imply that I look like I'm going to pee like a scared dog all over myself? [ YOU, SIR, HAVE INSULTED HIS HONOR. ] No one gets acclimated to a hellship unless their brain is trying to protect itself. Come on.
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[ Bones, calm down. ]
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Point still stands.
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Have fun with this one, Bones.]
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You got a name? Since you're dead set on not caring about the words comin' out of my mouth.
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That's a very blunt way of putting it, but kinda? [You're getting all Ivy at him.]
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And you're twenty nine ish.
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