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Entry tags:
- !jump,
- abigail mills,
- agent york,
- aidan waite,
- alex summers | au,
- arya stark,
- aurora,
- bail organa,
- beleth "bells",
- booker dewitt,
- cgombeferre,
- charles xavier,
- chell,
- chris argent,
- connor,
- cora hale,
- damon salvatore,
- dana polk,
- daryl dixon,
- dean winchester,
- death (discworld),
- death (sandman),
- derek hale,
- elena gilbert,
- emma swan,
- erik lehnsherr,
- fili,
- gendry,
- granny weatherwax,
- jaye rinnark,
- josh levison,
- juliana,
- katniss everdeen,
- leia organa,
- loki laufeyson,
- lydia martin,
- mairon [sauron],
- marty mikalski,
- merlin,
- morgoth,
- mr. gold (rumplestiltskin),
- nico di angelo,
- october bantum,
- ori,
- rebecca crane,
- rick grimes,
- robert lutece,
- rosalind lutece,
- ruby lucas,
- sam winchester,
- steven hyde,
- takeshi,
- taylor "tyke" kee,
- teresa agnes,
- thor odinson,
- tom mcnair,
- toombs,
- veronica mars
twenty-sixth 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: Your average, run-of-the-mill jump—except some characters don't seem to be waking up from stasis like they should.
Don't worry.
THEY NEEDED THE REST.
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: Your average, run-of-the-mill jump—except some characters don't seem to be waking up from stasis like they should.
THEY NEEDED THE REST.
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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It's a thing. I mean, they're typical Earth culture gods and angels and demons, but they... actually exist. And don't knock the new age section of the bookstore, it helps them out. Belief is a pretty powerful thing.
[ Says the lady who is best known for being "that crazy chick because she spent too much time in a hall as a bug". ]
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Seriously? Like "I do believe in faeries", that kind of powerful?
[ he's intrigued, but he probably sounds far too skeptical and condescending for that to show through. ]
Either way, they aren't here, are they?
[ that's a bit blunt. even josh realizes that much, so he attempts to soften it with a quick follow-up, tone slightly apologetic. ] I mean we're all pretty cut off up here.
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If faeries stop existing if people don't believe in them, sure.
[ She's used to the skepticism; right now, she's not too horribly bothered, mostly because she knows she can make jokes about him having fleas. ]
... Not any immediately recognizable from my world, no. [ Sigh. :C ] I mean, we had a Thor, Norse god of thunder, but he wasn't the same one as the one I know. An aspect of him, maybe. From, uh. A different universe.
[ aka what she thinks Smiley is to Coyote oops ]
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[ fictional people in fictional stories, but that doesn't actually make something less credible these days. ]
An aspect of a god. [ that's more doubtful than skeptical, if only because he's not thrilled by the idea. ] You'd think they'd be kind of immune to the whole dimensional variation thing.
[ yes, please say you think smiley is a god, jaye. josh trails off, lost in his own thoughts, but his attention strays back to the eyeballs in the meantime. ]
Why four?
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[ Jaye snorts. ]
You'd think. But gods are fragile. You start destroying mentions of their names and they start to lose themselves, and most gods now don't have large, thriving communities of followers who worship them. You'd think a god would be able to stop his master minder from being pulled onto a ship too, yet here I am.
[ It is, perhaps, a sore subject. ]
No idea.
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[ what's next, the god of telephones and the internet showing up at a jump. but the response is distracted, because he's finally paying more attention to the truly creepy issue at hand. ]
Are they— are they supposed to look like yours? [ and actually, hold up. ] What's a "master minder"?
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[ josh she doesn't read ]
The eyes? I... really hope not. [ That's sincere; she's genuinely unsettled by the idea. ] Smiley told me not to look too much, though. Or I'd end up like- [ Oh. Probably shouldn't say that, so she just shakes her head. ]
I am. Gods have two people who work for them, a master and apprentice, since apparently mortals are confusing.
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So you're what, some kind of middleman? Keep the gods up to date with mortal slang?
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[ She shrugs. ]
It probably helps having people around who can't help but believe, too.