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ataraxites) wrote in ataraxionlogs2014-12-08 12:00 am
Entry tags:
- !jump,
- allison argent,
- benny lafitte,
- bethmora fortescue,
- caroline forbes,
- chell,
- commander shepard,
- death (discworld),
- death (sandman),
- elizabeth,
- ellen ripley,
- eponine thenardier,
- gogo tomago,
- hermione granger,
- jennifer keller,
- laura roslin,
- leia organa,
- luke skywalker,
- lydia martin,
- milagros gallo,
- nick gant,
- rick grimes,
- rikku | au,
- rocket,
- sam winchester
thirty-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: The gravcouch drops you abruptly, cold and naked on the medbay floor. There's no slowness to your senses this month; the details of your surroundings come through sharp and clear. It seems like there's nothing unusual to struggle with as you go through your post-jump routine, but as more people filter through it starts to become clear that a large number of your fellow passengers aren't waking up...
New arrivals will find messages spraypainted across their lockers telling them not to follow their tattoo numbers, and instead to find a room on Floors 001-010.
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ＹＯＵ͘ ̨ＷＡＫＥ̢ ̧ＵＰ ́ＩＮ ＤＡ̛ＲＫＮ̢Ｅ̕ＳＳ̶
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.
ＹＯ́Ｕ̴ ̧Ａ̨ＲＥ ＮＯＴ҉ ̷ＡＬＯ̨ＮＥ҉
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.
ＴＨ̀ＩＳ͜ ̶Ｉ͠Ｓ͡ ͘Ｙ̵Ｏ͝ＵＲ ̕Ｗ͝Ｅ̛Ｌ̨Ｃ͡Ｏ͝Ｍ͏Ｅ Ｐ̛ＡＲ̴ＴＹ͜
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: The gravcouch drops you abruptly, cold and naked on the medbay floor. There's no slowness to your senses this month; the details of your surroundings come through sharp and clear. It seems like there's nothing unusual to struggle with as you go through your post-jump routine, but as more people filter through it starts to become clear that a large number of your fellow passengers aren't waking up...
New arrivals will find messages spraypainted across their lockers telling them not to follow their tattoo numbers, and instead to find a room on Floors 001-010.
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 subject
It certainly does.
( less brusquely, which he might presume is what passes for gentle with her-- )
I'm going to need to take blood samples from you.
( which is obvious, and which it's entirely likely he has already considered and accepted, or that he would never have had an issue with - it's just also entirely possible that he has reasons to balk at that, that he hadn't thought all the way through how much he would have to do and be comfortable with, that this conversation needs to hit the right tone so he doesn't feel like the research puzzle mila consciously chooses not to treat people as.
mila would feel better about herself if that weren't so conscious, but considering her existing state of self-esteem, her ego might actually develop gravitational pull if she weren't tempered in some way. )
I am not going to make it a requirement that you undergo a quarantine, but I will say that if you would feel safer about this if you do so while I test the samples you give me, there are explanations that can be provided for that not requiring full disclosure of your condition. I don't believe that I would be lying in saying that your preexisting condition puts you at higher risk from unfamiliar pathogens, or that we are acting for your safety.
( and also everyone else's. but they don't have to say the second part, right away. )
no subject
To him, the word quarantine might as well sound like a chorus of angels. Imagine a world where that even applied, any more.
The rest of what she has to say plays to his concerns enough to get his attention, but she's done the thinking for him. He does not consciously imagine that such a process might make for a delay between now and a time when he's on his own and he has to start remembering everything he's left behind, left Carl behind, and Judith, but-- ]
Yeah. Let's do that.
no subject
( it's what she'd prefer, even if she didn't feel it necessary or politic to force the issue - she doesn't quite indicate relief at his choice, but she's very prepared to act on it. it briefly crosses her mind that at some point she actually is going to have to put some clothes on. )
We'll take the samples, and then I'll set you up in a quarantine unit.
no subject
It's placed on her desk. If he's trusting her with everything else, he might as well trust her with this.
He doesn't ask how long quarantine will go for. He might assume she doesn't know yet until tests are underway. He equally doesn't care very much. Once this gesture is complete, he'll comply with where to go and what to do as instructed, and do so quietly, all at once taciturn -- like maybe he used up his verbal quota on explanation. ]
no subject
I keep my own weapon securely elsewhere. I'll keep yours alongside it, for the time being,
( as she collects some medical scrubs from a cupboard, because this isn't the first time she's ended up in the middle of something just post-jump and although she's been occupied with their discussion, she is at least nominally prepared to dodge any inquiries as to why she's at work in a towel. she may already have to start talking quite quickly around the quarantine procedures. )