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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[Pretty, Bela thinks when she is able to get a better look at the other woman. She smiles a little.]

No. It was meant as a joke, the comment about the fairy. Science is the explanation for us being here.

[But now Belle has her intrigued about the kind of world she comes from so she decides to stick around for a little while longer and see where the conversation goes.]

Magic exists in your world? I'm assuming so because you just spoke about it.

Oh! Oh.

[ Well, now she feels a little silly. She smiles, turning and closing her locker and feeling over the metal before she nods her head. ]

It didn't have magic at first - not my second home, at least. [ Not until her boyfriend broke the seal on magic, but that's not important right now. ] My home world did, before we were all cursed. I lived in the Enchanted Forest. Does your world lack magic too?

There is magic in my world but not everyone is aware that it exists; apart from me of course. [Because she was mixed up in that world due to her career back home.]

How did the curse come about then? I'm assuming it's to do with magic.

Not everyone knows about magic in my world either, that's why we have to protect it.

[ Which they're... Mostly succeeding at, admittedly. It's not easy. ]

The Evil Queen made it - I-I don't really know why yet.

[ Half-true; she has inklings, but nothing solid. ]

Maybe because she's evil?

[To Bela, it sounds like something plucked straight from a fairy tale story.]

Who is 'we' by the way? Protecting magic doesn't seem like something a person could do by themselves.

No, I don't think you can tell what's in a person's heart until you really, truly know them. There's always a reason.

[ That she learned from Rumple. ]

'We' means the people in our town - Storybrooke.

That's quite profound and lovely. Something I can actually relate to in a big way.

[A long time ago she would have called that sentimental drivel. But not now.]

Storybrooke? I'm afraid I am not familiar with that town.

It's something I learned a long time ago.

[ Having a boyfriend that's literally the most powerful and 'evil' creature in your world kinda does that. ]

It - it's a small town in a place called Maine?

Heard of Maine but that's about it.

[She's also sure she hasn't been to Maine before.]

The best explanation I can come up with is that we're from two different universes that have different places in them.

I don't know much outside of it... It's just not possible for a lot of us right now.

[ She sighs, still smiling. ]

But that is possible. There are so many worlds that surely some names are shared across them?

After speaking to other passengers, I can believe that there are similarities, like you said.

[She's a sharp one, Bela thinks. Definitely useful in a place like this.]

I was born in a country called England. Don't suppose you've heard of it?

England? I think I've read about it before, but I've never been there before.

[ She tilts her head. ]

Is it anything like this world?

I don't think it's like this world, no.

[ They've never stopped anywhere planetside. ]

You're on a spaceship at the moment.

A space ship.

[ ... Okay. ]

I know of ships, but not any that travel space. Is that something new?

That kind of travel is years ahead of my time. And yours by the looks of it.

[She knows how it sounds.]

I've been here for almost two years so I can assure you that it's the truth.

I think it must be something from the world of Storybrooke - we never had Space Ships in the Enchanted Forest.

Then I suppose it's safe to assume that you didn't have cars or trains in the enchanted forest either. Do you have horses?

We did! Horses and carriages - but I didn't get to see cars until we were transported to Storybrooke.

Did it take long for you to adjust to a place such as Storybrooke? Considering the technology that exists there.

When I was freed from the hospital I was imprisoned in and after I regained my memories it wasn't. I just had to read my books.

[Just give her a moment.]

I see. But why would anyone want to imprison you in a hospital? Or have your memories erased?

So that I wouldn't be able to be reunited with Rumplestiltskin - he thought I was dead, so the Queen had to keep me locked away.

Rumplestiltskin being your boyfriend I take it. [More of a statement than a question.] The Queens seems to enjoy causing problems for all of you.

... Boyfriend? [ She doesn't know this word. ] She had her reasons, but... I think things are better now, for her. I think she's happier.

One true love? The man you're courting. [ Bela counters, thinking back to the fairytale theme. ] Well, good for her. But does it excuse what she's done to you?

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