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twenty-eighth 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: It could just be the standard sensation of air on wet skin, but if you bother to check, you might notice the steam rising from your body, barely there and gone within a minute. By the time you get to the showers, it will be clear that it's not just taking you time to adjust. The room is cold — colder than usual, but no worse than the last jump. While it's nothing dangerous, it's certainly motivation to hurry through the usual routine and get dressed quickly.

It's getting closer.

YOUR EYES ARE OPEN.

KEEP LOOKING.

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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Hey, Spike. [ she offers him a soft smile in return, glad to see someone that she knows. he's a close friend, someone who had helped her when she needed him the most and one day, bela will tell him everything.

her gaze settles on the dog for a moment before she looks back at him. ]

I see you brought company. How are you?

We all lose our clothing when we first arrive--but they will most likely be found in your locker. I can show you the way, at least.

[He gives a slight bow of his head.]

I do, lass. It's the ship Tranquility. And as strange as it sounds, it is traveling the heavens. It is not something that happens in my own world, either, but I assure you it is the truth. I have been here for many months.

[He shows her his own arm, which reveals a tattoo with "13" encoded.]

The tattoo states which month you arrived in.

The spell is good--not that he'd admit that, even to himself--to himself he only thinks how fucking typical it is, that Snape would knock off a spell like that at him, underhanded, sneaky, typical--and he barely has time to get his wand up to do any sort of deflection. He gets up a shield charm, but only just--and the stunning spell still hits him, enough that his arm feels numb with it.

But it's not his wand arm, at least--he's got command of that, and he flicks his wand toward Snape, quickly--jelly-legs jinx, rudimentary and childish and it doesn't matter, anything to throw him off before he's got time to take advantage of the hit he got in on Sirius.

She is in excellent health, as are her pups, [Thranduil says, drawing back and affectionately rubbing the dog's belly.] The jump did nothing to them or to her that I can perceive.

[Wolf, dog, direwolf, whatever. Like it actually matters. He breathes out, dismissively--but he's quick to turn away at her question, bracing his other hand against the counter and hunching his shoulders.]

No.

[It comes out heavily; he swallows, loosens one hand so he can rub the back of his wrist over his mouth. It doesn't do anything to help, to suppress his twinge of hunger.]

I'm fine. Just-- keep over there. And your wolf, your-- whatever.

[ spike hasn't been to his and peter's room much either, since they turned the heat up in here. he's just going to sit down next to her, like he was invited or something. izzie is wandering somewhere without him by now. ]

You weren't kidding about that master hunter stuff.

Indeed I am, good sir. [Elizabeth turns to address the man who spoke to her. He's not dressed so strangely as the others around her. Out of habit she smooths down the wrinkles in the fabric of her gown but even plainly dressed there is a regal tilt to her chin.]

You seem at ease in this foreign place.

Thank you. I would like to dress as soon as possible.

[It's beyond indecent for anyone to see her in such a state of undress but Elizabeth knows she's in no position to refuse aid. She's not sure what a locker is but she steps forward to follow him.]

Traveling the heavens? How is such a thing possible? [She looks at the number on his arm, remembering her own and it's difficult to resist the urge to try to scratch it off.] And is there no way to remove such a mark?

Two years? [Elizabeth frowns at that, she can't imagine being parted from her children, from Edward, from her life for such a long time. There is too much at stake, even if they had achieved a peace.]

We will find where they are going, do not have fear, Elizabeth. [She glances at her daughter, noticing her pale face. When the sliding doors open again, the people who had stepped into the small room are gone and there is no sign of them. It only makes her more anxious but it seems the area is becoming more empty.]

Come, it seems there are some people who are finding an exit this way.

[ yeah, Wichita's not even that much of a hugger, but she seriously can't stand the way he's handling this. it's making her antsy in that same way that only Edgeworth manages to make her feel, but luckily she knows by now that he won't get too pissed if she just, you know, fixes it. so she wiggles her arm out of his grip, just so she can slide her arms around his middle and pull him in for a hug. the tension that was creeping into her shoulders slowly releases, a slow breath following after.

she feels bad, like really bad. for leaving. which is stupid, all she wanted to do since she got here was leave. but she feels guilty because she knows fully well how much Edgeworth cares just about everything, in general, let alone, uh. people. what happens to people here and all that. so her hands rest flat on his back, and she'll even rub her face on his shoulder, not quite a nuzzle, but a little movement just to break up the grip she has on him. ]

It's cool. It sucks to think I just left out of nowhere, so. It's okay.

Of course when Snape does something effective it's sneaky and underhanded and not tactical, you jerk. And of course the mirror of that-- Sirius getting in even half a block irritates him, stupid dumb luck. He reflects the jinx thrown at him and the magical force hits the back of the lift and bounces back and Severus swears, following it by barking out a command in Latin that dissipates the magic in the confined space.

"Enough." His wand is clutched in his right hand at his side, his left held up as if to stop Sirius physically, a deceptive pose from someone so precise. (It would look more deliberate were he not still bleeding onto his shirt. Alas.) "You're going to blow us both up."

[ arya casts another look at her before deciding to affront this as she would with sansa. ]

Have you ever wished to fly between the stars?

So the lady said, yes. [ little does she know how short and sweet that peace will be. elizabeth is loathe to disabuse her of any happy thoughts. ]

I do not think we can afford to fear the Unknown. [ that, and she doesn't want anyone, especially her mother, to see her afraid. ]

They are not being killed in there. Perhaps that is the only way out.

[ she is in agreement with her parent; she doesn't like the look of that little room behind the sliding doors. people are disappearing in there as though by some black magic. but what other choice do they have? none. so elizabeth bravely takes the fore, and walks, talk and straight toward those doors. ]

[ her lips still pursed, elizabeth shakes her head. ]

Never.

[ to fly free of the dark basement of an abbey, maybe. but otherwise, nope. ]

[ arya gives a careless shrug. ]

Too bad because you are.

[ o...kay. weirdo.

satisfied at least that he's not going to assault her for her bowl, arya busies herself with the batter. having gathered the ingredients first, it doesn't take too long. plenty of batter ends up on the counter and on her, but what she lacks in care she makes up for in enthusiasm.

nymeria remains on her feet the entire time. she might be chiseled out of stone if not for the faint twitching of her ears and tail. the wolf never takes her eyes off of the intruder.

after she pours the first of the batter in, arya chews her lip and glances at mitchell. ]

Do you--want one?

[ nate usually wasn't short on good humor; he had the uncanny ability to take the piss out of himself regardless of the situation. this was one of those times where it was unfortunately too serious and too painful to get a laugh at his own expense. in fact, after the dazed look that ran across nate's face, he became positively infuriated. ]

Funny. [ lucky for this man, nate also had the uncanny ability to measure himself. the fact that he hadn't flown off the handle just yet, despite the pain in his arm, the whispers in his head, was nothing short of miraculous. he didn't move, however; crouched like a wounded animal, wary of just about everything around him. the red light on his back flashed in time with his pulse, unsteady and uneven. he felt dizzy, in no shape for a tussle. why his mind snapped to that conclusion could probably be chalked up to the biting paranoia that swelled up within.

his eyes flicked around, never setting their gaze in one spot for more than a few moments. he expected the man to disappear, or perhaps turn into one of those beasts. or for a beast to come up behind him and decapitate him. anything was possible as far as nate was concerned. he said nothing further, his left hand hovering over the bandaged wound of his right arm. ]

They're good. You sit, and I'll make them.

[ bossing around elf lords: a life. ]

[ nymeria's escape brings a laugh from his mouth, short and curt but no less amused. he watches her skitter away all wet and slippery. for a moment she doesn't look like a savage direwolf capable of tearing off men's limbs, it ebbs some of the tension from his limbs. ]

Might be a good idea. [ he shrugs, returning his gaze back to arya. ] Though I think it'll be harder to shave her than brush her.

Of course. [Fortunately for her, he's an elf lord who sometimes doesn't mind being bossed around. He sits, hands folded on the table.] What are they?

[Instantly, Galadriel's gaze shifts from that of a concerned friend to that of a healer, her eyes flicking up and down, looking for damage.]

You are unharmed?

Nate had the same issues, atop his more unique afflictions. Stickiness, frozen to the bone, a marked inability to move from the spot he had came to. Granted, this other fellow clearly had an upper hand on Nate as far as mere distance traveled; Nate had barely made it three feet from his personal little sludge tube before his knees decided they had enough.

By the time Isaac's presence had been registered by Nate, he had moved from an awkward crouch to a far less pitiful stance of hunched over on his knees, left hand pressed firmly against the floor. Supporting his entire weight was a difficult task, especially given how slick the floor was and how weak Nate had become, but he managed... Taking a deep, shaky breath, he looked up to see this stranger, his eyes fighting to focus. Why was he staring at him like that...

"...What's the matter? Haven't seen a naked man before?" Ahahah... okay, he had a little bite left in him, but if this guy decided to poke fun at his condition, that shaky neutral state could quickly turn aggressive. He didn't have time to screw around, after all.

Yes.

[He draws a breath - tries to let that comfort him. And he nods to Alexis.]

I did not thank you for your assistance.

[There's a momentary stiffening when she hugs him - because there is always that tension in him, that panic when he simply has no idea what to do - but it passes very quickly. He relaxes into the embrace after just a moment, and breathes in - she smells familiar, he thinks, and then immediately chides himself for that supremely creepy thought, really, Miles - and lifts one hand to press against the back of her head, gently, a pat of reassurance that she's welcome to nuzzle away. That he's glad of her nuzzling.]

Well. I was glad you'd gone, in a way, because it meant you had a respite. But - though it is selfish - for my own sake, I find your return a happy occasion.

[He drops his hand.]

I'm sure you're much missed at the...space bar.

I didn't do much. Anytime, though. I don't mind working.

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