ataraxionlogs | 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.

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[ To his credit, she gets how it's irritating, though she's been through worse — if it has warm water, it would still be better than where her and her dad were at sixteen. And— Veronica, she's not Sherlock Holmes, she hasn't been to the FBI Academy in Quantico even though that's where she wants to go (so yet is the keyword, here) but she also knows Luke, and he's not that good of a liar.

She squints at him. Then unsquints. Then squints again. ]

So I— take the elevator, try and fit a pony into my shoebox, and then— what. 2001: A Space Odyssey?

[ Which is her way of asking what exactly the point is, now that she's here in this big ol' delusion. ]

[ the squinting is making him increasingly uncomfortable, but josh gets it. he still does a fair amount of side-eyeing himself around here, jaded or no. ]

Sometimes. [ and for better or worse, this is where he drops all the attitude, trading it out for a slightly grim, tired steadiness. probably not the most comforting approach, even if it's honest. ] Sometimes it's a little more Twilight Zone or Dead Space, but head games seem to be very in lately. Space Odyssey would probably be a drastic improvement.

[ none of that really answers what the point is, though it probably implies all sorts of pointless shenanigans. even if he catches what she's trying to ask, he doesn't have a clear answer. ]

Huh.

[ Yeah, that doesn't really answer any question whatsoever. She's— maybe about 10% convinced this isn't Luke, because that kind of tiredness is something no Californian kid would ever know, especially when she's seen his supposed rock-bottom. It involved literally a pianta full of drugs, a burly guy with a moustache, and a baseball card.

Really, she's seen it all. ]

Well, that sounds fun. [ She's stopped— squinting at him, though, or trying to punch him, and something seems to settle. Well. As much as things settle, when your name is Veronica Mars.

Speaking of. ]

I'm Veronica.

Right. Super fun. [ does luke say super?? he says it semi-ironically, at least. he's also starting to look deeply apologetic about having to tell her any of this, whether it's helpful or not, but he offers a slight smile when she gives her name. ]

Josh. [ wait, she's got that already. ] Josh Levison. I'd say it's nice to meet you, but actually it's been extremely awkward and we're on a creepy spaceship, so— I could probably think of better circumstances for introductions.

[ That, for some reason, seems to stir a weird kind of companionship in Veronica, because she does smile. It's a little weird at the corners (because, again, not-Josh-actually-Luke) but awkward and creepy spaceship just about sums it up. ]

Like that time we went to high school together?

[ Because she probably won't let him off the hook until she sees something a little more concrete. Veronica makes a face, half-apology (because he does seem insistent about it) and half, you know, what the hell is going on. ]

The spaceship doesn't happen to have, you know, universal power-ports, does it? Cause if I can't play solitaire on my laptop, I'm just going to have to bother you some more.

[ josh knows exactly what that smile is. it's the one he gives most people when he's feeling genuine, because it's hard not to temper everything with a dose of what the fuck are our lives. ]

Yeah, like that time we went to high school together.

[ blatantly just humoring her, one eyebrow arched and tone deeply dubious. ]

I'm sure you'll find something. If not, you can ask Tony Stark to rig something up for you. [ which sounds a lot like 'yes please go play solitaire and leave me alone', so a moment later: ] But seriously, if you need anything, give me a call. Did you get your comms device?

Edited (typOS) 2013-12-18 08:46 (UTC)

Who's Tony Stark?

[ Making a face. (To be fair, solitaire might actually be pretty calming, at this point.) ]

Uh, yeah, I got it. Do you— [ She waves it around, making a kind of vague gesture between it and the tattoo ID number jitterbug thingies. Nanobots, whatever. ] —plug in the number? Zoom zoom zoom?

Who's Tony—

[ SO OFFENDED. but that's clearly not the priority, so the rant gets tactfully shelved for another time. also what the hell does zoom zoom zoom mean. ]

If you're asking if it's basically a cell phone, yes, it is. [ a pause for thought, then: ] But if you call me and ask for Luke, I'm hanging up.

twenty-sixth jump;

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climbs back in

fuels up the tank LET'S GOOOOooo

oops got a flat tire sorry

i got stuck in a traffic jam behind these fuckin' reindeer

gonna finish this thread swear 2 god