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

[elvenking]

[Daww that's cute. Or maybe kind of heartbreaking.]

Of course it is real. It may not always be what you think of as magic, but it is most assuredly real. Even the use of herbs and medicines is magic, in its own way. Not all magic is lights and spells. The mightiest of my race was not a warrior or a healer, but a craftsman.

[wolfdreamer]

[He wrinkles his nose at that, uncertain of that claim. It isn't that he doubts Thranduil's wisdom, it just does not sound right.]

But--herbs are not magic. The maesters of my world use herbs and they say that there is no such thing as magic. Herbs are the same as medicines. [He isn't entirely sure of that, either, even as he is saying it.] How can it be magic if anyone can learn it?

[elvenking]

The question you must ask yourself is why isn't it magic simply because anyone can learn it? Or because it is all around us every day? The sun and soil grew the herbs with the power to heal, and the healer understands how to unlock that power. How is that not magic?

[wolfdreamer]

It... sounds like magic, when you say it that way.

[And he wishes Maester Luwin were here, so he might ask him the same question. Maester Luwin would like to talk with Thranduil.]

Then, knowledge is a sort of magic, as is learning things. If you are very wise, that is sort of like having a lot of magic. You are unlocking a power found in books. Right?

[elvenking]

[It brings back teaching his own children about these things, except Bran is older than they were when they first learned about this. To them, all the world that is is magic, as it is to all elves.]

Well done! Yes, and the very ability to remember that knowledge is a magic that was put in you. You are magic, pinig. The life and spirit in you, sustained by a body that is not the same as that spirit but nonetheless tied to it, is magic.

[wolfdreamer]

I don't feel very magical. Not right now.

[He spreads his fingers apart as far as they can go and stares at them very hard, as if this will cause something to happen. When he is wearing Summer's skin, then he feels as if he has some magic. But other days, he is just a broken boy--especially here. And there is another part that he must question--]

Do some people forget that they have magic in them? And-- [He frowns a little, closing his hands again.] All of life is not good. Should magic not make it good?

[elvenking]

Many people forget that they have magic in them, and that is a pity.

[The next part, he considers for a while.]

All things were good when they were made, and magic it was that made them, and they were made with magic in them. All things are magic, but that is not why all things were good when they were made. When evil began, it found it could not create--it could only corrupt. And so some magic is corrupted, as are the hearts of many, perhaps all, people. But we are told that because all things began in good, all things will end in good as well, at the ending of the world. For because all things began as good, even evil things are not wholly apart from the good. Thus do my people have mercy on all living things.

[Except giant spiders.

As Thranduil recalls the ancient teachings, something eases in him that has not eased in a very long time. These words of hope, of estel, the deep hope above all and not merely optimism, are what he very much needed to hear right now, even if they come from his own mouth.]

[wolfdreamer]

[Bran falls quiet as he listens to that, trying to make sense of it. There is corruption, that is true--corruption of people once trusted.]

Not all people.

[It is almost a question, but it is also to remind himself. There are good people in the world. He has met many aboard this ship, yes, but even in Westeros there is some good.]

Must the world end, for things to return to good?

[elvenking]

To return to good wholly and for ever, yes. But not to return to good and peace for the most part, even for a long time. The point is that there is not an evil that can last for ever, no matter how long it has already lasted. It will come to its end whether sooner or later.

[wolfdreamer]

[And at that, Bran thinks of the war, of Winterfell, sacked and broken--of his father's death--of what lies beyond the Wall, which he has only glimpsed in dreams. Winter is coming--it will go, and come again, but what of the world will be left when the snows melt? Not Winterfell. Not as he knew it. And not the Starks, not as they were. Are those only small things, part of that temporary peace that does not last? Or are they evils?]

Do you really believe that? There might be some great evil-- or what if you do not know what is evil or good? You might choose wrongly. The same could happen to the world.

[elvenking]

It happens every day, little one. But I do know there is mercy and forgiveness for those who are misled and choose wrongly because they knew not what they did.