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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.
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.
YOUR EYES ARE OPEN.
KEEP LOOKING.
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.
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.
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Thank you. I bade them grow during the last jump.
[He's not anyone she recognizes. That's not difficult though when she had spent much of her time hiding since she'd arrived. After a moment she rises and gives him a faint smile.]
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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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You've just arrived then?
[He would know a bit, at least, if he'd been here before. She's still adjusting though herself, unsure of just how well she can explain.]
I cannot explain it so well as others, I only arrived a month ago. [She draws her communicator from among her belongings, finding the post that Artanis has shown her in case she needs a refresher.] This ship has something called a 'jump drive.' And each time it is activated, it is called a jump. People arrive with each jump.
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He listened carefully to what she had to say. A jump? So he must have arrived with this jump, then. One question answered, then.
Frodo nodded, before rolling up the sleeve of his uniform. ] And what of this...? [ He didn't like it. No matter how hard he tried to rub the ink away, it just seemed to stay the same. ]
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Our numbers. This one [She points to her own, the 027 branded there.] is the cycle that you've arrived it. I arrived during the twenty-seventh. Yours is the twenty-eighth. Those also mark the floor that your room will be found on.
[She's mostly just reciting what she'd been told herself, when she'd tried rubbing it off, when Legolas and Thranduil had found her.] The number after is your personal number, for your room and your locker.
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He continued to rub at the markings, ignoring the little red mark it was starting to leave on his skin. ] How may I wash it off?
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I am afraid that you cannot else I'd have already removed my own. And I am sure that my friends would have told me if it could be done. Many have been here for some time.
[She understands how he feels just by watching him rub at it. She'd done the same thing herself when she'd seen it.]
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That made him feel uneasy, to say the least. He was a prisoner, stuck here and labeled like an animal. Why him? Why anybody in this horrible place? It was so unfair for everyone to have to go through this. Frodo falls silent for a moment or two, lost in his own little thoughts.
...Oh. Where was his manners? He was talking to a very nice elf, and the least he could do was be polite back! Maybe a change of subject could help. Was it him, or did she seem a little more somber after discussing the subject? ] My name is Frodo Baggins. [ He smiles! ] It's a pleasure to meet you, nonetheless.
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Well met, Frodo Baggins. I am Lúthien.
[She would say welcome but who really wanted to hear that after waking on a strange ship and branded?]
Come, you may join me among the flowers. They will not mind. Already many have walked among them.
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Lúthien... He heard of that name before.
He looks up to her, walking carefully though the bed of flowers. ] My friend sang about you once. It was a dreadful night, and he sang of a beautiful elf named Luthien Tinuviel. Is it really you whom I have the honor of speaking to?
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I fear I do not what just you said. It is Quenya, is it not?
[Good job dad, forbidding an entire language.]I know of no songs that any sing of me but 'Tinúviel,' Ori made mention of that name. He told me that someone will one day give that name to me.
[That is partially a lie. Daeron has written songs for her and she's sure he's written some of her. That is neither here nor there, though.]
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Frodo gives Luthien a rather sheepish nod. ] Yes. My uncle taught it to me during our studies. There are still many things I need to learn, it seems.
[ ...Oh? What time was she from, then? This was so confusing for Frodo; he could see himself being tied over this for ages to come. Hopefully he wouldn't be here for that long, though.
But hang on. ] Ori, miss?
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No, I am sure you have been well taught. It is merely that it goes unspoken in Doriath. And so I have had no opportunity to learn it myself.
[Something for her to ask Artanis about later. It would be one way to pass the time here and that's something she's in desperate need of. Hiding in the gardens has already become a bit tedious and she doesn't like to bother others to walk with her if she can help it.]
Yes, he's a young dwarf I met when first I arrived on the ship. [Well, young by her standards.]
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Now when the discussion led into dwarves...it had to make him think. Was the dwarf she was talking about related to Thorin's Company? Frodo couldn't remember what was left of that Company, but to meet one in person would be amazing! Of all the stories to tell! ] My uncle used to tell stories of a company of fourteen. He spoke of a dwarf named Ori once. I was just curious, that's all.
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I will be of little help on that matter, I am afraid. He did not make mention of a company but I was, at the time, distracted.
[And by distracted, she means that she was trying to weasel out information about her future from Ori.]
this is really short i'm sorry haha...
[ Frodo looks down to the flowers for a moment or two. ] I was being a little overly-curious. I'm sorry if I seemed to be prying in any way.
it's okay!
[She laughs softly and reaches, lightly brushing her fingers over one of the nearest of the flowers. They aren't quite so lovely as the one she grew for Nuada but that had been a special request and she had to put quite a bit of effort into growing that one specifically.]
No, no, you were fine. I do not mind questions.
thank you u_u
He smiled. ] They are beautiful flowers.
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[She hums a few notes, watching as a few more flowers sprout up around Frodo.]
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Hearing an elf sing was golden enough. But to actually watch nature come to life as she hums is another thing entirely. Frodo feels himself rest, something he felt like he hasn't done in ages, as beautiful flowers bloom all around him. It reminds him of Sam, and the Shire. And how it was always warm there, and the breeze was the most lovely thing...
Frodo sighs when she's done. ] That was a beautiful song you were humming.
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Thank you though I must admit, it is not my own. My mother taught me this song and brought it with her.
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[ It's a wonderful feeling. The flowers remind him of home, of the Shire. It pushes away the awful thoughts that the Ring gives him. He can feel his mind settling, like a weight being lifted off of his shoulders. ] It is a lovely thing to hear.
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[That really is a nice thing to watch, how flowers can affect somebody. And it takes a good deal of (admittedly quick) thought before she speaks up again. Lúthien doesn't often like seeing her flowers picked but since they grow for her so easily, she can't see the harm if it helps someone.]
Would you like to take some flowers with you? To brighten your room, if you choose to stay there.
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[ He doesn't want to offend her, though! He knows that elves are very drawn to that all that is around them. If this is the only place that could bring them solitude...would he really want to rip some away? That didn't seem fair, just for his mind being calm. ]
But what of your flowers?
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[Besides, she's offering. And she's picked more than a few flowers in her lifetime. Never excessively, her mother taught her not to do so and the reasons why.]