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mathematically) wrote in ataraxionlogs2013-05-07 11:13 pm
Entry tags:
- !jump,
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- the doctor (eleventh),
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- 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.
no subject
[She laughs, because that's both the understatement of the year and a lie all at the same time. It's complicated when it comes to the Doctor.]
Figure I'll find him on my own somehow. [She looks around the area they're standing, and a question pops into her head.]
Not to change the subject or anything, but how long've people been waking up here like this?
no subject
That's a complicated question, sistah. [He laughs.] I'd say about eighteen times total, but what that translates to in actual time is anyone's guess. When you're here, you're here for awhile.
no subject
That can't be too hard to figure out. Just have to keep track of how many days go by in between each time all this happens, yeah?
[A pause, and she's quick to elaborate a bit on that.]
I mean, if you do that then you can track if it's weeks or a month or longer between everything.
no subject
[He shoves his hands into his pockets.] But since there's no way to keep track of how long the jumps last, I guess we might as well not concern ourselves with it.
[He pauses and then pulls one of his hands free of his pockets to offer it to her.] Sorry about that. Name's Desmond.
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And yeah, we should concern ourselves with it. Time, I mean. Time's one of the most important things out there, you gotta keep track of it. Or...
[Or you end up lost in the past or the future, or stuck on a spaceship that might lie outside of all time and space. She sighs, shaking her head.]
Okay, you're right, there's probably at least fifty other more important things I should be focusing on. And here I am, getting worked up over something so small.
no subject
It's only as small as you believe it is. [He starts to lead her in a direction.] But it's probably a subject best brought up once you've got your bearings, yeah? Tell you what. The showers are this way. Lockers are just after that. Come find me after and I'll give you a better tour.