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Entry tags:
- !jump,
- agent washington,
- agent york,
- aidan waite,
- alayne stone,
- alex summers | au,
- am,
- armin arlert,
- bail organa,
- beleth "bells",
- booker dewitt,
- bucky barnes,
- charlie bradbury,
- connor,
- dean winchester,
- death (sandman),
- delta,
- derek hale,
- emma swan,
- fili,
- galen "starkiller" marek,
- hikaru sulu (xi),
- isaac lahey,
- jackson "jax" teller,
- jaina solo,
- james potter,
- juliana,
- lisbeth salander,
- loki laufeyson,
- luke skywalker,
- mara jade,
- marty mikalski,
- mozzie,
- natasha romanoff,
- nathan petrelli,
- nico di angelo,
- nill,
- nina pickering,
- nuada,
- remus lupin,
- ruby lucas,
- sam winchester,
- stiles stilinski,
- takeshi,
- thor odinson,
- tom mcnair
twenty fifth 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: As you climb out of the pods, there's nothing particularly alarming to grab your attention (unless this is your first time, of course). The sensation of being watched over is present, but it's settled into the background, subtle and unobtrusive. And finally, your mind is quieter than before, or at least back to normal — your thoughts seem to finally be your own.
Can you see?
OPEN YOUR EYES.
LOOK CLOSER.
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: As you climb out of the pods, there's nothing particularly alarming to grab your attention (unless this is your first time, of course). The sensation of being watched over is present, but it's settled into the background, subtle and unobtrusive. And finally, your mind is quieter than before, or at least back to normal — your thoughts seem to finally be your own.
OPEN YOUR EYES.
LOOK CLOSER.
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.
omg armin STOP being so cute
Joker isn't one to brag (that is a LIE) but hey, he's asking. Might as well make sure he understands.]
I'm not just a pilot, I'm the best pilot the galaxy's ever seen. Why, you looking for one?
impossible!
I've just never met one before. They don't have any where I'm from. What do you pilot? How did you learn? You aren't born knowing, right? Or are you? They didn't say in the book.
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Uh, no. You go to a school or military academy to learn how.
[Joker is just gonna. Start on his way to the elevators, Armin can follow if he wants. Not like Jeff's gonna sprint out of here.] And I can fly anything. Give me two hours with a ship and I'll fly it better than whoever designed it.
no subject
And duh, of course he wants to follow. Did you miss the part where there's an actual pilot talking to him?] How long did it take you to learn? Can you fly anything? Could you fly this ship?
no subject
K- Armin, have you even heard of the Systems Alliance? [Not knowing much about the Alliance Navy is one thing, but "They teach in the military where you're from?" is just- Something here is wrong. Like, way wrong.]
no subject
Then, a reassuring smile.] No, of course not. I imagine that's something specific to your home, right? Where I'm from they haven't even invented airplanes, much less interstellar travel.
[Don't you feel reassured, Joker?]
no subject
Then he turns and starts hobbling away again.]
no subject
Running to catch up now, skidding so he's standing in front of Joker.] You...didn't realize. Everyone here is from different places. Different...realities. I realize that must be a lot to take in, but I promise you, I'm not...
...crazy. Or anything. I'm telling you the truth. Nobody here has ever even heard of where I'm from, because it doesn't exist for them. You see?
no subject
[Joker maneuvers around Armin and continues on his way.] 'Scuze me. Got a date with a panic attack in the oxygen gardens.
no subject
[He'll hesitate, then call after Joker:] Blue elevator first! It won't take you anywhere but your quarters, and if you try to walk to the oxygen gardens, you'll get lost.
no subject