eighteenth jump;

[mathematically]

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.

Comments

no you are my favourite.

[seductions]

[ katherine and bones' ex-wife share two traits in common, then, it would seem — an unrivaled grace and the ability to torment the men around them until their vexation manifests in yelling and arguments. classy women tend to be individuals katherine takes a liking to; however, no matter how fond she is, friendships hardly deter her from sacrificing a relationship for her own safety. it's a good thing that bones' ex-wife isn't her for multiple reasons. ]

Oh? [ well, she is full of surprises. ] I'll stick to rugged and manly to preserve your dignity. Your secret is safe with me.

[ yeah, she definitely still assumes he's high-maintenance. she grins, hands moving to situate on her hips. ]

Do I look like I've been here awhile? [ the weariness present on some passengers' faces speaks for itself, and while she likely appears a little fatigued due to attempting to flee from mystic falls and klaus, she's not entirely exhausted. regardless, she still sounds amused rather than offended. ]

But I've been here long enough not to be bothered, because I have two nice, clean towels right here. I might even be willing to share. It would be a shame to be covered in goo, after all.

[ she toys with the damp towel around her neck, head tilting to the side. yes, she is definitely trolling and teasing a little. a girl needs to have her fun, even on a disgusting spaceship. ]

[hypospray]

That's more like it. Look more the part too. [ he says it with a smile, all southern charm because sometimes even in situations like this he can still hear his mother telling him to be nice and pleasant to the lady or else she'll think you're a horrible sort of person. ]

You could just be one of those people who can handle things better than most. [ it's a compliment if it was anyone other than bones saying it, but it's also a stab in the dark, maybe she is someone like that. he can't technically.

he just raises and eyebrow and tilts his head just slightly as if to say really. when he finally does speak he sounds amused in the way that's slightly bitter. ]

You might be willin' to share but there's something you want me to do first. A nice little hoop you get to watch me jump through to get it. I look like the sort of man who falls for that one?

[seductions]

If you're trying to flatter me, it's working.

[ while pleasantries and compliments have never hindered katherine from guarding herself ( or ripping out a few throats if necessary ), she's always been fond of charm and southern gentleman. the fact that he doesn't leap to do what she asks is intriguing enough, too, not that she anticipated he would or was anything other than flippantly playful about her remark. regardless, having others cater to her requests, teasing or otherwise, can be enjoyable given the correct circumstances, but is otherwise as dull as watching paint dry. ]

Maybe I was testing you. [ she shrugs, pausing for a beat. ] I'll let you figure out whether you passed.

[ she counters his own eyebrow with an arch of her own, observing him for a brief second before the corners of her mouth quirk upward, tugging the towel off of her shoulders to offer. ]

I'd say a name for a towel is a decent enough trade.

[hypospray]

Well then, I'm hard pressed to say I find that a bad thing.

[ it comes easier than it should to him, the old tricks. he's got a headache something fierce and wants to go lay down after he finds jim, because he wants the headache to go away and then he can deal much better with all of this. but he can be charming just this once, make her see that he's not about to jump when she says jump. ]

Haven't the foggiest what I'll do while waiting to find out.

[ he looks at the towel for a moment before he purses his lips just slightly and shrugs. ]

Hardly fair if I don't have one from you as well, Miss, but McCoy, Leonard McCoy. [ and then he just holds his hand out for the towel. ]