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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.
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Guilty as charged, luv. [ And this is one crime he does not mind being found guilty of. ] I admit, I be from long before any o' this. [ And he waves his hands around again - have you noticed, he talks with his hands? Because he does - towards the Tranquility in general, the pods and well, everything. ]
I've got me own ship, but it ain't nothin' like this. [ Speaking of which, he can't seem to find his ship, and that's very troubling.
But Rose's arm is still outstretched and if she wants to dance, then dance they shall. He takes her hand and, in spinning her around, brings them both face to face. Pirate he might be, but he doesn't lack any charm whatsoever. ]
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[She's laughing in amusement as he spins her about, and she puts her free hand up on his shoulder for balance. It's nice, just being able to muck about like this and not care who's watching. She maneuvers them into another playful spin, not a real dance at all, just something careless and fun.]
A big wooden one, maybe? With sails and a crew and everything? [She questions during a pause in their dancing, and she finally lets her curiosity about him get the best of her. She's grasping at straws with her assumptions, but figures they're probably safe bets.]
Why, Jack, are you a member of the Royal Navy? [She tries so hard not to crack up with laughter as she initiates one final spin about.]
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In fact, the last time he danced like this - for fun, without a care in the world, not caring who was around and with no ulterior motives - he had been stranded on a beach with Elizabeth Swann, not entirely sure if they were ever going to be rescued and pretty well drunk. He's reminded of this now, and he grins, nostalgic. ]
Aye, luv, the very same. Best kinda ship there is.
[ After they spin about for the last time, he dips her, low to the ground, before setting her back upright. She asks if he's a member of the Royal Navy and immediately his face contorts into disgust. ]
I be offended, luv. I would never stoop so low.
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Pirate, then. Am I on the right track now? [She's got a feeling that she just might be, and a thrill of excitement goes through her at the thought of potentially knowing a real pirate, one from the days with big ships and cannons and swords and actual treasure.]
Tell me, Jack. [A pause, and she tips her head to the side.] Or would it be Captain Jack, if you've got your very own ship? Doesn't matter really, just as long as I find out the name of your ship. Every good one's gotta have a name.
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Course me ship has has a name. What kinda captain do you take me for, luv?
[ If the answer is not the best pirate captain in the entire world, Jack will be very offended indeed. ]
The Black Pearl. Best and fastest ship on all the seven seas. [ He's very proud of his ship, can you tell? ] She be around here somewhere. As soon as I find her, I shall show you a real pirate ship.
[ And by a real pirate ship, he means his ship is kind of stuck in a bottle with magic and he can't get it out. It's a work in progress. ]
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[She hopes that doesn't upset him, but she also doesn't want him to think she's mad, for being so interested in asking a pirate questions and learning all about him. She doesn't think he'll mind too much in any case, though. He seems eager enough to talk about his ship, and that leaves her leaning up against a nearby locker, smiling.]
And what do you mean, your ship's around here someplace? This place's big enough to hide a real pirate ship?
[And that knocks her for a bit of a doozy, and she swallows a lump that's formed in her throat. She doesn't like the idea of this place being too big. It means it will take longer to find answers, and take too long to find a way out.]
Great. That's...really great, honest. It's gonna take days and days to find a way back home. Gives me something to do, at least. Well, other than helping you look for The Black Pearl. Can't let you try finding it all on your own, can I?