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Entry tags:
- !jump,
- !npc: charlotte daniau,
- adam monroe,
- ai enma,
- aidan waite,
- alex summers | au,
- aramis,
- arthur pendragon,
- bail organa,
- bucky barnes,
- buffy summers,
- caprica six,
- captain hook (killian jones),
- carolyn fry,
- cassandra anderson,
- castiel,
- chell,
- darcy lewis,
- dean winchester,
- derek hale,
- elena gilbert,
- elizabeth woodville,
- eowyn,
- eric northman,
- fili,
- firo prochainezo,
- galadriel,
- gendry,
- granny weatherwax,
- ilde featherstonehaugh,
- jackson "jax" teller,
- james 'bucky' barnes,
- jason "red hood" todd,
- josh levison,
- kurt ambrose,
- lexi branson,
- luke skywalker,
- merlin,
- mr. gold (rumplestiltskin),
- ned | au,
- nina pickering,
- pepper potts,
- rebecca crane,
- robb stark,
- rose hathaway,
- seraphim dias,
- spike,
- steve rogers,
- stiles stilinski,
- tauriel,
- thor odinson,
- thranduil,
- tiffany aching,
- wanda maximoff,
- wendy beauchamp,
- wesley wyndam-pryce
thirtieth 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: If this isn't your first jump, you might notice that something's different: You wake to a strange sense of silence. For once, it feels like you're truly alone. There's no sense of being watched, no lingering impressions other than those that come naturally. Instead it's just the rush of the blue fluid and the sounds of your fellow passengers as they're released from the pods.
All characters who entered Engineering during February's plot will continue to suffer more extreme side effects from the jump, same as last month.
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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: If this isn't your first jump, you might notice that something's different: You wake to a strange sense of silence. For once, it feels like you're truly alone. There's no sense of being watched, no lingering impressions other than those that come naturally. Instead it's just the rush of the blue fluid and the sounds of your fellow passengers as they're released from the pods.
All characters who entered Engineering during February's plot will continue to suffer more extreme side effects from the jump, same as last month.
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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[It's gotten Firo into plenty of trouble, actually, but he prefers to blame that on other people.]
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But, come. We appear to be some of the last few here. Perhaps we should follow the instructions. I should like to make sure Gavroche is still here.
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[He glances around them, seeing that, just as she said, there aren't too many other stragglers. He nods and starts to move for the lift.]
Right--sorry if I've been keepin' you.
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I shall see you soon, then?
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