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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.
NO NEVER IT'S PREMACKING YOU CAN'T MAKE ME
But Jenna pulls him into a hug, and his mind blurs into a fuzzy feeling of relief. He sinks slightly against her. God, but the ordeal he's had. The only thing he wanted is a hug after everything. One. And this is his one hug. He feels completely boneless, drained, bruised. His words slur. ]
M'pretty glad m'alive too.
NATHAN THIS IS ALL SO SUDDEN
[ telling him the plan was a bust as far as successful mutiny is concerned is useless; he knows better than she does, everyone locked inside has to. as painful as thinking they'd all die was, she remembers waiting and staring at how everything ends herself— after that the last thing anyone who was on that bridge needs is an immediate i told you so, and nathan least of all.]
Don't scare me like that again anytime soon, okay? [ not stop trying ( because odds are he won't, and neither would jenna in his place ) but the idea of another scare makes her throat feel tight. ] Just take some downtime from trying to see if vampires can have heart attacks.
SUDDEN? IT DOESN'T TAKE A PSYCHIC TO SEE THIS COMING.
He notices her choice of words: 'anytime soon', 'take some downtime'; and he understands that she accepts his reasons for doing what he chose to do, even if she doesn't necessarily agree with them. Maybe she does. Maybe not. But it's fine either way. He's back, and he's alive, and he's past arguing about it--hopes he's past justifying it too, even if he knows that that probably isn't the case with some people. ]
Lots of downtime, I promise. And next time no baby vampires. [ He smiles. ] Elena was wonderful. And brave. You should be proud of her.
SHHH play it cool man we gotta keep this true and epic love on the dl
[ not that nathan knows who that is; relief and the jump's lingering effects make it harder to keep a straight line of thought. ]
God, I really am glad you're alive. Things got... [ her smile falters for a second, remembering tyke and robb's intervention. ] Intense. I almost had to make a run for it with you.
Re: SHHH play it cool man we gotta keep this true and epic love on the dl
All this noise, here...it was almost a cacophony in comparison to what they'd been through. The silence, punctuated by the sudden tapping in the walls. ]
Nobody listened, huh? By the time the message came up over the door, I'd sent that message for what felt like forever. Just spent it with my brother, you know, just sitting. Wondered if it would ever end.