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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.
no subject
[ he taps the side of her sign in staccato with the next five words. ]
Though - of - course - it - is.
[ a small smile. ]
Universe looks a bit like a brain, you know.
no subject
[Bennett frowns and gives him a look that means "Duh, of course it does. I'm not stupid."]
So do trees.
no subject
[ he tilts his head at her. ]
Sorry, I mean, not a tree. You're the information booth? Welcome to space, and all that?
no subject
Not usually, but yes. Today I'm the information booth. So welcome to space. In an hour, I'll be back to being a doctor. Taking care of sick people. I'm much better at that.
no subject
[ he adjusts his bow-tie, a little smug. but that does serve as a good lead in for finding out more about this ship — like what's wrong with it. because he has no doubt that there is something wrong. ]
Are there many sick people on board?
no subject
No, not really. Not many sick people. People get hurt occasionally but for the most part, we mostly do check-ups.
no subject
[ he repeats it with distaste, pulling an unimpressed face. ]
Well, that sounds dull. Cross me off for medical, then.
This, though, I like this!
[ he gestures to the booth. ]
Question answerer, knower of many things. Privvy to all the wonder and excitement as people tumble out of their pods and into space.
no subject
[She pulls her glasses off for a moment so she can rub a smudge off of them.]
I'm not really in charge of picking who runs the information booth, though. You'll have to talk to Wheatley if you're interested. Hard to miss him. Red hair, big glasses. Talks a lot. I can let him know you're interested, though.
no subject
[ he drawls the name, fascinated by it. ]
What's he up to, then? Why are you in charge?
no subject
I don't know. He asked me to help him with the booth right before the jump without much of an explanation and I haven't seen him yet today.
no subject
[ the doctor makes a mental note of it — after all, someone going missing usually is the first lead to getting to the bottom of a scenario like this. of course, he doesn't realize how often people go missing just yet. ]
Nice of you to lend a hand. Red hair, d'you say?
no subject
[She can't really say much else about Wheatley without it going into "HE'S ACTUALLY A ROBOT" territory.]
no subject
[ he decides to leave her alone, after that — let her get on with calculating redshift. ]
Eighteen eleven, by the way.
[ a casual last word — his phone number, as it were — before he goes. ]