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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[ well, shit. he has a sword, and he looks like he knows how to use it. how the hell is she supposed to fight against a sword with nothing?

dana gives no indication that she's intimidated by his weapon, holding her ground and glaring at the boy. there's a way out of this, she's certain there is. she just has to figure it out. until then, she just has to distract the kid, keep him talking --

wait a second. ]

What kind of monster are you? The other ones didn't talk, not even the human ones.

[ you're not, that's typically why he keeps the sword on him him. most monsters have claws and teeth, but his sword is really useful.

there's a pause, not that it really looks like a pause with how nico's still holding his sword ready to strike. monster. hold the fuck on. she thinks he's a— well to be fair he can be defined as one, ask any demigod and a kid of hades might as well be a monster but he's not— she thinks he's a monster. ]

I think you just answer your own question. [ which is to say, i'm not one. ] Monsters from your world don't talk. I'm talking. What does that make me?

[ she narrows her eyes at the boy, trying to calculate the risks of letting down her guard. if he isn't a monster, he's just a normal kid with a sword, and surely she should try to protect him, right?

(or maybe she should just knock him out and take his sword. leave him to the real monsters.

god, she was never like this before the cabin.) ]

If you're human, how could you do -- that? The shadow thing? And where did you get your sword, I need a weapon.

[ wrong. or at least, nico would argue that he doesn't need to be protected. it's a problem he has with being self-sufficient and knowing that counting on people is just a little silly.

his eyes narrow when she asks about the sword. truth be told he hates every word coming out of her mouth but his sword— the ship wishes it had something like that. ]

I was born with the ability to. I don't know how. [ lies, he knows exactly how. it's what he gets for being his father's son, but it's none of this person's business. ] And the sword came from home. You wouldn't get something like this on this ship unless it came in your locker.

[ well that works out just fine as far as dana's concerned. she's not in a particularly protective mood -- the only person she has any interest in getting through this ship alive is herself.

she gets the feeling the kid is lying about not knowing where that power comes from -- call it a hunch, or intuition, or whatever you like, but something's just not right with him as he says it -- but she's not going to call him on it. he's the one with the sword, after all, and he's already threatened her once. no need to push her luck. ]

What kind of weapons would you get on this ship, then?

[ please don't say guns. dana would really rather not have to deal with another gun for the rest of her life. ]

[ even if she did call him out on it, he'd still deny it. the only person who knows his power is annabeth, and he knows she won't tell anyone. if he wants to tell people, then he'll just do it himself. ]

There's gunnery, so guns. I'm not a part of it. Beyond that, you might be able to have other people do other weapons. I haven't had to. Why do you want one?

[ sorry dana, that's the best he's got. ]

[ of course there are guns. because dana's life wasn't full of enough emotional torture, there had to be guns in the mix. she tries not to give away how much that distresses her, but honestly, she's probably not doing a very good job. ]

Because this is the Facility, right? That of the army of nightmare creatures and the ritual sacrifice? I need a weapon if I want to make it out of here in one piece.

[ she mostly ran before the ancients rose, but she's done running now. if she's going down, she's going down fighting. ]

[ if nico seems confused by that, confused by her insistence on calling this place the facility, he doesn't show it. at least, he doesn't show it in the way most people do. what nico ends up doing is slowly blinking at her as if it's perhaps one of the more insane things he's ever heard.

and considering his life that's saying something. ]

This— isn't— anything you're thinking this is from home isn't what it is. It's called the Tranquility and it's a ship in the middle of space. [ he pauses and makes sure his sword is still at his hip. ] I wouldn't call it an army, but weapons aren't amiss.

Edited 2014-03-02 08:18 (UTC)

[ dana's heard a lot of things she wouldn't have believed if she hadn't lived them today. redneck pain-worshipping torture zombies, an underground compound full of nightmares, rituals to keep ancient gods from rising... up til now, she would have said nothing else could possibly surprise her.

this? this is surprising. now it's her turn to blink slowly, eyes narrowing. after a moment she sneers, glaring. ]

I don't believe you.

[ the sneer and the glare are what make nico decide he finally needs to get out of this conversation. he's not going to argue about this, not with someone who pinned him like that. she doesn't deserve it to him. ]

Then don't, I don't care one way or the other because it's your stupid decision. Now, if you excuse me, I'm going to go up to my room like I was planning on before you slammed me like that. Have fun not believing everything.

[ And with that Nico walks off as only teenagers do, annoyed at the world and everything. ]

twenty-sixth jump;

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still the worst! whee.

sob. you tried tho!!!

i can do it mom i can roun across the parp!!!

no you can't. :| no partney for you!!!

if you want to drop this thread you totally can i just can't leave it in my inbox without tagging

shhhh i backtag forever, but you can have the same choice sweetie.

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