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Entry tags:
- !jump,
- aidan waite,
- alex summers | au,
- allison argent,
- benny lafitte,
- captain hook (killian jones),
- charles xavier,
- clara oswald,
- damian wayne (robin),
- death (discworld),
- derek hale,
- dick "robin" grayson,
- elizabeth of york,
- ellie,
- emma swan,
- eowyn,
- fili,
- firo prochainezo,
- grantaire,
- gwen stacy,
- hank mccoy,
- hayley,
- isaac lahey,
- jennifer keller,
- johanna mason,
- john "reaper" grimm,
- john kennex,
- john mitchell,
- josh levison,
- kate bishop,
- katniss everdeen,
- kyra,
- lady amalthea,
- lagertha,
- loki,
- marissa wiegler,
- mathilda lando,
- nathan petrelli,
- nill,
- peeta mellark,
- peter parker,
- peter petrelli,
- peter quill,
- regina mills,
- richard b. riddick,
- richard rider,
- rikku | au,
- robin hood,
- rory williams,
- sam alexander,
- samantha grimm,
- scott mccall,
- severus snape,
- thomas
thirty-third 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: You wake feeling cold and alone. There is a strange sense of emptiness, and the jump holds no surprises for you. There is nothing buffering the jump sickness and disorientation for you this month, and the effects may be difficult to cope with, especially for those who went into Engineering several months ago.
It may be best to try to take what comfort you can from a hot shower and any friends you find around you, though, and don't pick up your comms too quickly - there's a message waiting on the network, a harsh warning about the real dangers around you, and no one would blame you for remaining in blissful ignorance a little longer...
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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: You wake feeling cold and alone. There is a strange sense of emptiness, and the jump holds no surprises for you. There is nothing buffering the jump sickness and disorientation for you this month, and the effects may be difficult to cope with, especially for those who went into Engineering several months ago.
It may be best to try to take what comfort you can from a hot shower and any friends you find around you, though, and don't pick up your comms too quickly - there's a message waiting on the network, a harsh warning about the real dangers around you, and no one would blame you for remaining in blissful ignorance a little longer...
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.