ataraxionlogs | 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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That's part of it.

[ That doesn't even touch the corruption of the Templars, the way politics are a secret battleground between two sides. It doesn't cover how she has seen almost everyone she knows die fighting for a cause, for free will, against people with deeper pockets and more resources who want to control it all. ]

Well. There are some things that people use for fuel, or to make things, that we learned hurts the earth. Imagine a fire burning all of the time, only you keep putting things into the fire that make the smoke blacker and blacker until the air is always like that. Or imagine that you dumped waste and dyes into the water and then had to drink from it.

What would be the rest?

[ she has no idea that she might be bordering on sensitive territory. one day she will be a queen somewhere, and she wants to learn, from speaking to people of every sort, just how to be a good one. this, to her is just another opportunity to do so. ]

Why in God's name would such foul things be used for fuel? Wood and flame keep us warm, and horses serve us well in getting us where we need to go. I see no reason why such a thing would be needed.

[ frankly, she's appalled. ]

Maybe I'll tell you, someday.

[ It's easy enough, for now, to say that and let it be. (It will be more difficult later, should Elizabeth align herself with the Borgias; and make no mistake, Rebecca has been watching to see what the duo does.) ]

More power. You can get places faster. There are reasons -- but there's cleaner ways to power things, now that we know how harmful they are and how to use the clean things efficiently. It's greed that's keeping them from being widespread.

Very well. Forgive me if I was prying.

[ now, it is simple. later, perhaps not so much. the borgias are from her time period, and lucrezia is close to her in age. in such a strange environment, any reminder of home and sense of familiarity would be welcome.

well. all things will come to light in time. ]

That is a vile and disgusting thing. You speak of a world poisoned, my lady. How will it, or we survive?

And for the sake of gold and power and land. [ that, sadly, she does understand all too well. she hugs herself with shaking arms, frowning. ]

Did none think of the cost of all these advances?

No worries.

[ It's already complicated. Rebecca adores Arya Stark, yet her brother is to marry Lucrezia. Corvo will become a strong ally, yet he works to protect the Starks and the Borgias by extension. Lines will be blurred and Rebecca is already so tired. ]

I don't know. It's- [ and now for Assassin's Creed universe facts ] all of the African continent was hit by a plague. Almost everyone there was killed. And there are hurricanes constantly in the Atlantic now.

[ She sighs. ]

I don't think they care, or cared -- many aren't around now, and those that are... I'm not convinced they have morals at all, to be honest.

[ lizzie would feel similarly torn if her uncle were here. between her mother and richard, both of whom would use her as a piece in a game she does not understand or care to.

for now, she understands that she likes this woman well-enough, and that is all that she needs to know. ]

What? [ the words stagger her, and she appears stricken. ] God save us!

[ she makes a hasty sign of the cross out of habit rather than implicit faith. ]

They must have none, to defile our world thusly.

It's all about greed -- for money and for power. Hurt the earth, then sell things to reverse the effects. Tell people that if they follow you, you'll fix things. Or, worse -- deny it's damaging things at all, and people do. And people believe it.

[ No, if she had to pick, she would prefer a Templar like Cesare to a Templar like Vidic. One that fights with a sword. ]

Anyone who says otherwise is called crazy, if they don't do something worse.

This is what shall happen once all the land there is has been conquered? I wish I could say I am surprised. But it does not.

[ she shakes her head, rather disappointed with the people who will live on after her for doing such a thing. to use all the conquered land in such a manner. to grow bored of fighting over it and instead strip it and defile it until it is dirty and sick.

it makes her sick to think about it. ]

There is only one world. Even I know this. If it should perish around us..

[ she doesn't need to continue. the answer is obvious. again she shakes her head, drawing her arms tighter about herself. ]

That is what is, as you say, 'crazy'. Those who have no scruples about destroying the only world we have.

The wars don't stop, either.

[ Not the secret one, and not the other ones -- even if the other ones are often the product of the secret one. ]

It's terrible. And there are so many people -- we're running out of room and we're poisoning what we do have. Whole species have been lost.

[ It makes Rebecca spitting angry, and she has to pause to take a deep breath. ]

And we can't do anything about it, here.

[ terrible. most of britain is still covered in forest when she comes from. it would shock her to find out that its rolling hills will be paved over with asphalt and the air polluted by exhaust from cars. really, she has no concept.

but she does have a sense of this problem from a more social, almost but nooot quite political point of view. ]

Then is this how you think we shall end? In cramped quarters and poison?

[ she sighs. ] What I wish to ask is how anything might be done, regardless.

Unless those responsible are removed from power and possibly done away with.

[ They had very narrowly avoided what amounted to a 'reset', thanks to Desmond. He had died for it, had died so that most of the population could live, so that they could find a way to break the cycle. Rebecca still doesn't know if it will work, but she hopes so. ]

In some places, that's basically what it is already. But I think if the world came together -- the leaders, the people, everyone -- and said no more, if people could see just how bad things are and believe it, if the way to change it was made easy and was required... I think we could stop things from getting worse, at least. The problem with just getting rid of those in power is that there are always more like them, waiting in the wings.

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