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axmods. ([personal profile] ataraxites) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2014-02-07 09:55 pm

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.
wolfchild: (lose ❱❰)

[personal profile] wolfchild 2014-02-10 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
But I wouldn't have to brush her again for a long, long time.

[ it's an empty threat. arya would no sooner take a razor to nymeria than she would willingly abandon her again. that doesn't mean she wouldn't like to lob the brush at nymeria every time she tries to brush the massive animal and nymeria takes it as a personal challenge to frustrate her.

arya sticks the brush under the shower to clean off the last of it. after shutting off the spray and shaking off the brush, she steps out of the shower. she makes a face at gendry.
]

You got dressed quick.
Edited 2014-02-10 01:00 (UTC)
allbloodyhail: (pic#6291220)

[personal profile] allbloodyhail 2014-02-10 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
Reluctantly, he turns off his shower and picks up his towel, rubbing some blue goo out of his curls. He'll pop his head into her stall with a raised eyebrow, not seeming to notice her embarrassment, or if he does he's ignoring it.

"Let me guess, you've never seen one of these fancy water-makers before." A light but commiseratory sigh. "Want some help?"
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[personal profile] bullshead 2014-02-10 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ gendry shrugs. ]

I got clean quick. [ no, it has nothing to do with the fact he is 100% certain that he'd get beheaded or hanged if robb, catelyn, or jon found him walking around in the vicinity of arya shirtless. ]
wolfchild: (care ❱❰)

[personal profile] wolfchild 2014-02-10 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ stepping closer, she sniffs at him. ]

I guess so. But you missed a spot.

[ she points out the nonexistent spot with a quick shake of the brush to get the few remaining water droplets on him. ]
allbloodyhail: (welp)

[personal profile] allbloodyhail 2014-02-10 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, yeah. You've met Iz, haven't you?

[ a shrug. ] Another month, another gallon of blue goo, am I right?
allbloodyhail: (butt face)

[personal profile] allbloodyhail 2014-02-10 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ that actually brings some relief, and he offers the briefest and lightest of smiles to thranduil. ] Yeah? Well, good. Someone deserves not to be bloody miserable on this space heap.

Wonder who the dad is.
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[personal profile] bullshead 2014-02-10 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ he screws his nose up and shakes his head, lazily trying to bat the water away. ]

Hey.
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[personal profile] wrecktified 2014-02-10 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
Damn, he looked bad. Isaac was caught up in an internal conflict; help him, or leave him. On one hand, he felt like this stranger was one of his own kind, so to speak. On the other, that was precisely the reason why he felt he should keep his distance. For all Isaac knew, he was a Unitologist or EarthGov. Maybe even the same asshole who'd broken in to his apartment and smashed him in the face before he woke up here.

But he was spotted before he could settle on a decision, and he had to admit, he was surprised by the choice of conversation starter. About to keel over and he still had jokes, wow.

He fought the urge to roll his eyes- and may have failed. "Never. I've just decided it's not my thing." There was a brief pause, then. "Do you have this," he made a vague gesture towards Nate, "under control, or...?"
cons: (☢ well тнaт ѕeттleѕ ιт. ι wιn.)

[personal profile] cons 2014-02-10 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ well, this is a weird feeling. she's so used to being the one to help the angry new crew member, not actually being the angry new crew member. so when someone she doesn't recognize approaches her with that same kind of "hey, stranger, we're both stuck in the same shit situation, so I'll throw you a bone" tone in his voice that she's given people before, it takes her a second to realize that said tone is being directed at her. weeeiiiirrdd. ]

Oh. Hey, that means we'll be neighbors, too.

[ not that she sounds all excited about it, but yeah. it makes her stomach twist up a little bit, thinking about her last neighbor ( Sherlock Holmes, with his serial killer wall and serial killer turkey. but. not the time. ]

Well, until I move back into my old room, at least. Maybe we can trick your nanites into giving you a double.

[ she's trying to be friendly. but it probably just sounds all weird, considering he's definitely new, if he's got a number that matches her new one. ]

Sorry, uh. I'm Wichita, and I've been here before. I guess it just sent me home for a while. [ a beat ] Don't know why, but whatever. I don't know why this ship does anything. [ annnnnother beat ] Mind showing me where our lockers are?
wolfchild: (hope ❱❰)

[personal profile] wolfchild 2014-02-10 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ she snickers. ]

Is Ser Gendry afraid of water?

[personal profile] wheeloffire 2014-02-10 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ She looks so pretty! Frodo watches as she talks and sits with the flowers, and he's reminded of an elf. She has the grace, and that wonderful air of peacefulness that makes even his mind feel settled. Kind of.

Just a little.

Frodo doesn't want to step on her flowers, so he stays to the side. He's seen Samwise plant flowers, and he knows it takes some effort. But before he can ask any questions, one quickly pops to mind. ]
A jump, miss?

[ If she could make flowers bloom in a single hop...! ]
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[personal profile] dislimb 2014-02-10 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
He was just getting started with the jokes, apparently; Isaac gave him an opening he couldn't resist. "Your loss, I guess." HahahAHAHAHA ok Nate laughed a little at himself just... out of how ridiculous the entire situation was. It hurt his ribs doing so, but he couldn't help it. He was nude, for Christ's sake, and critically, if not fatally, injured. The loss of blood and all the stress must have really been getting to him. If that was the case, he wasn't about to go out without embarrassing himself a little.

He'd start on that task by trying to get up off the floor. His legs felt like the gelatin that he had come out of, but he managed to get up... a little. He cussed in frustration, looking around bleakly for something to support himself on. "Oh yeah. Totally."

His eyes flicked up to this man suddenly, as if he was waiting for him to lunge out or attack him. "You're a pretty vivid... hallucination." Talking to his supposed spectres? Or was he kidding, making a reference to the situation in general? Nate felt himself sink into a defeated state. Even he hadn't a clue. "I don't suppose you'd know where I could hook myself up to an implant station, do you?"
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[personal profile] longestnose 2014-02-10 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
"...that is the thing, Frodo, you have been here before." Fili frowned, shaking his head; this might make things a great deal more complicated, especially with all that is going on. But hopefully Frodo would be willing to listen.

"Sometimes people come back here, from being back home, and don't remember things. So do not be alarmed--but people will know you, people you have never met before. Like me." He smiled weakly, giving a slight nod of his head.

"Fili, sister son to Thorin. I am the King Under the Mountain, and knew your uncle well."

Re: AM | OTA

[personal profile] morgoth 2014-02-10 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
Melkor was preternaturally quiet, when he chose to be, and prowled up behind his purported ally on bare feet, his dark eyes alight, focused on the pale body before him. AM was tall; Melkor was taller. AM was strong; and Melkor wondered at how their might would compare, when inevitably the time would come for their wills to vie for control...

Still wordlessly, he struck quickly. Curved his blunt fingers between the rough towel and AM's skin, snatching the towel away from about his soft-skinned body, and with a snarling laugh, tossed it over his own broad shoulders.

"Cold?" He inquired, baring his teeth in a bestial leer. But he fell into step beside the other creature, and it was clear his malice would extend no further.
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[personal profile] elvenking 2014-02-10 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
That will be easier to tell when the pups are born. [He gives the dog one last pat before settling back onto the bench, a rare, genuine smile on his face.]
moonstruck: (i'll fight until the end)

[personal profile] moonstruck 2014-02-10 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
[He listens, patiently enough, even with all the pauses. Neighbor? That was right, he remembered hearing that the numbers etched into their arms also dictated what quarters were assigned to them. Yuri isn't quite fond of the idea of anything being dictated to him, and the very thought makes the corners of his mouth turn downwards.

But little to be done about it. So she was to be his neighbor -- or at least temporarily, from the way she was making it sound. At least Yuri would likely make a better neighbor than a Sherlock Holmes, though he does have his own set of interesting quirks.

But that's neither here nor there. He nods, offering his own introduction.]
My name is Yuri Petrov; this is -- obviously -- my first time on board this ship, and I can't say I'm very fond of it. But I'd be happy to show you where our lockers are located, if you don't mind the walk.

[He's already turning on his heels to lead her there, whoops.]

So... I take it it is possible to return home, as you said?
cons: (☢ awed maybe)

[personal profile] cons 2014-02-10 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Wichita's finally dressed now ( in her jeans and leather jacket, because screw you jumpsuit ), after giving out more nearly-naked hugs than she ever thought she'd be comfortable with, her gun tucked into the back of her jeans and the same wrinkled up envelope that always showed up folded in her hand. which is stuffed in the pocket of her jacket, yeah. she probably looks pretty standoffish, but now that she's gotten a confirmation that yes, she was gone for a while, from quite a few people, she's got a lot on her mind. and it's mostly all annoying stuff.

a familiar voice says her name ( like a question, why does everybody have that tone? ) and she turns away from the lift, first just her upperbody, followed by the rest of her.
]

Hey, AB.

[but oh yeah, right, right. what was just another jump for her was- months for everybody else. there's that big ball of guilt settling in her stomach again, the same she felt when she realized she was tacklehugged by a slimy Stiles. she just- left. no goodbye, or warning. so a 'hey' didn't really cut it, did it? ]

It's me-me, yeah. I remember everything.
overthought: (❝ i am your sword  ❞)

[personal profile] overthought 2014-02-10 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
Brown hair, blue eyes, goes by the name Master Chief.

[she's tiny but she's mean. but she just waves it off like it's a normal sort of thing. if you wanted questions answered, you've really caught her at a bad time.]

Are you going to help me or are you just going to gawk?
allbloodyhail: (wish i could get some sleep)

[personal profile] allbloodyhail 2014-02-10 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ spike pulls his own top on as he tries to catch her eye from across the cold lockerroom. no matter how many months, how many jumps tick by it's important to reach out to the ones you know. but this month was quickly superceding even last month for reconnecting. ]

Yo, Blue. Penny for your thoughts?
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[personal profile] overthought 2014-02-10 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Blue? A nickname - there's only one person that even really calls her by that. the moment that she hears spike's stupid voice, she's elated, thinking that she'd never see his face again or have odd conversations about TV shows (maybe she'll take up the habit) and practically throws her arms around his neck, not really caring about her state of undress.]

Spike! I thought I'd never see you again.
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[personal profile] wrecktified 2014-02-10 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
Fuck. Isaac sighed, squeezing his eyes shut as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He felt a headache coming on- not because of Nate's terrible jokes, but because of himself. His own idiotic God damned head. There were plenty of people around; he could leave, the guy would be fine, someone else would probably do something. But Isaac knew exactly what that blinking red light meant, and he couldn't in all good consciousness just split when someone was wobbling in front of him and obviously loopy from traumatic injuries.

His inability to get the fuck out of dodge made him angry; he had a surly look on his face when he dropped his hand and glanced back up at Nate. Fine. Fine, he'd at least get him... somewhere. Isaac took a step towards Nate, reaching a hand out, intending to grab hold of him and lead him away-

Until he heard the word hallucination. Nothing made a knot of anxiety form in his gut like that word. He recoiled slowly, drawing his arm back toward himself, suddenly not wanting to touch Nate at all.

It was probably nothing- a side effect from blood loss, or disbelief at waking up in a place like this. Vivid hallucinations didn't have to mean anything. But Isaac still watched him warily, like he was contagious. "No," he said quietly, clearly uncomfortable. "This is my first time here, I don't know where anything is. You should flag down a doctor."
cons: (☢ yoυ ѕтιnĸ a loт.)

[personal profile] cons 2014-02-10 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
I don't blame you, showing up here for the first time pretty much sucks.

[ ... what? it does. she's following him though, careful steps over the goo-messy floor. ]

But, yes and no, about the going home thing. I was here for twenty-something months until -I wasn't anymore. But I hadn't gone home at all before then. [ it's obvious she has no idea how she got sent home ( or if she even really went home, it's not like she has any new memories of Zombieland ) ] We don't really get a choice in the matter. But people sometimes show up for a month before they go back home, or they end up for over a year. It's kind of a mixed bag.
overthought: (❝ i won't recover  ❞)

[personal profile] overthought 2014-02-10 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
[what a nice man. she offers him a bright smile, holding her pieces of scrap metal against her chest even though she needs some help moving it. though, more like just shoving one thigh plate at him as she tries to readjust it so that it secured under her arms.

the rig makes her curious, though she knows better than to ask outright. after all, she's a tiny blue person holding very expensive thigh plates whilst running around looking for a 6'10 man. if anything, she's far more strange than whatever that spinal interface could be.

(it makes her a little nostalgic too, to be nestled that close to chief's neural pathways and to have constant feedback from his vitals).
]

These, oh no. They're not mine. [obviously, considering that one of them is as big as her head (if not bigger).]

Just helping a friend move some things into his room. [a beat:]

Do you need any help? I'm sure you must have a lot of questions.
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[personal profile] inafadingcrown 2014-02-10 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Now she goes to grab a towel, wrapping it around herself. And then picks up another for her hair. It's a handful, okay?]

I know you did not. As I said, there is no harm done. [She's not going to rat you out for an accident, gosh.]
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[personal profile] allbloodyhail 2014-02-10 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ o-oh. his arms slowly coil around her back, bare though it is. yolo? ]

And yet, here I am.