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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,
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- arya stark,
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- eric northman,
- franz d'epinay,
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- james potter,
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- leonard "bones" mccoy (xi),
- lestat de lioncourt,
- lily evans,
- loki,
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- marty mikalski,
- mathilda lando,
- mike banning,
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- nathan young,
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- 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.
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which basically means: beyond sirius introducing them, and giving him a good word, james doesn't have anything to go on. only what he saw in that network post. ]
You don't have to check on me. [ James doesn't need checking up on, outside of his friends. thanks. but then all bets are off for their conversation, because there's a dog, quite an adorable one, and James is as close to the epitome of 'a dog person' as you can get.
so he's not going to be able to hold back his smile, and he's going to drop right on down to hold his hand out to Pess - letting her check his scent before he tried to pet her. ]
She yours?
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She's a distinct contrast to her owner, who's gotten an embarrassed and unhappy expression on his face, underlined by the consistently mulish set to his jaw. He looks away from the display, uncomfortable. But he doesn't pull Pess away; his hand on the leash is gentle.]
She is. I've had her perhaps six months now. [A pause, and awkwardly - ] Her name is Pess.
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Well, Pess, it's nice to meet you.
[ He lets go of his hold on her, letting her jump around if she'd like, still smiling and playing around with her. It's sad that this is enough to slowly start earning brownie points from James, but it is. Just one or two, maybe, but it's something. ]
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[Edgeworth steps forward, offering the leash. The expression on his face is earnest and solemn.]
Would you like to take her for a little while?
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Nah, I mean. She's yours. It's fine. I've got one of my own, anyway.
[ technically two, but hey. sirius dog jokes are the best. ]
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[He steps back again, looking off to the side.]
Perhaps in that case we could set something up where they could play. Pess is quite social, but I fear I don't...get her out enough.