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Entry tags:
- !jump,
- bellamy blake,
- benny lafitte,
- bethmora fortescue,
- bucky barnes,
- captain hook (killian jones),
- caroline forbes,
- charles xavier,
- cole,
- commander shepard,
- cora hale,
- cullen rutherford,
- derek hale,
- dick "robin" grayson,
- ellen ripley,
- eponine thenardier,
- firo prochainezo,
- harry potter,
- heather mason,
- ivan,
- jackson "jax" teller,
- jennifer keller,
- johanna mason,
- john blake | au,
- john mitchell,
- kieren walker,
- l "ryuuzaki" lawliet,
- leo fitz,
- levi,
- liara t'soni,
- marian hawke,
- marty mikalski,
- minho,
- mordin solus,
- netherlands,
- octavia blake,
- padme amidala,
- raven reyes,
- richard rider,
- rick grimes,
- river tam | au,
- sally malik,
- sam alexander,
- simon tam,
- sirius black,
- takeshi,
- taylor "tyke" kee,
- thomas
thirty-ninth 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: A feeling of deep dread greets you as you stumble out of the gravcouch, strong enough to hold you still for a long moment, searching your surroundings for the source of your wariness. Nothing becomes apparent, only your fellow passengers waking up. Eventually you gather the resolve to pick yourself up and start moving, the feeling fading slowly as you progress through routine.
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: A feeling of deep dread greets you as you stumble out of the gravcouch, strong enough to hold you still for a long moment, searching your surroundings for the source of your wariness. Nothing becomes apparent, only your fellow passengers waking up. Eventually you gather the resolve to pick yourself up and start moving, the feeling fading slowly as you progress through routine.
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.
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That's good-- glad to hear it. In a place like this, all we've really got is each other, yeah?
[Hokey, maybe, but truer here than almost anywhere else he's ever been. Even Purgatory. There, all you really had was yourself.
He chuckles softly, giving his head a shake.]
What's it to them, anyway? Jazz seems like he'd be a good listener. But-- I'm glad you make the time to chat with the rest of us, too.
[He offers a warm, encouraging smile. What can he say? She's great company.]
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[ Her gaze drops to her drink, briefly, in the closest thing to shyness that Bethmora Fortescue is capable of. Most people who verbally appreciate her company don't do it with that particular smile. ]
You're right, though. We all can't afford to be loners around here.
[ They were never going to figure anything out all on their own. ]
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[He can keep the focus on him for a minute or two if it's easier for her, let things get a little more comfortable before he turns it back, asks more questions. She's not used to talking about herself, or that's the sense he's gotten since they first met-- at least not about anything beneath the surface.
He can respect someone being a private person.]
I have better friends here than I've had in a long, long time. Guess you could say I hung with a bad crowd back home. If I've gotta put my head together with anyone else's on this boat, I'm glad it's you and Caroline.
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Most people imagine her with less blood on her hands, certainly. ]
I appreciate the vote of confidence, love. [ She smiles, then adds, both teasing and serious, ] If I have to drag you 'round by the arm to help you be less of a loner, I will.
[ And Jazz can drag by a pant leg. They make a very formidable team. ]
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Nah. He knew what it meant to have your hands stained like that. Maybe he'd never feel clean again, but what he felt underneath it all was proof enough to him that it didn't have to make you a monster.]
I might have to make sure to be extra stubborn about it, if it means I'm gonna get myself dragged.
[He grins. Doesn't sound like such a bad time to him.]
Little easier said than done, sweetheart, but I can make the effort. Bein' around people is dangerous for folks like me, you know. Well-- dangerous for them, I s'pose, though it's about time I stopped leaning on that crutch.
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I have full faith in you, love.
[ Benny's only been kind and thoughtful, from her very first Jump onward. He makes an effort to put himself out there and check up on people, despite what problems he has to deal with. That doesn't strike Fortescue as someone weak and incapable. If he was, he would have succumbed to that danger a while ago. She feels her faith is well-placed.
The sincerity that ebbs through him, and everything he does, is why she trusts him as much as she does. ]
I wouldn't try to drag around just anyone, you know.
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[He makes an effort to appear skeptical, but it doesn't last; he smiles and lets out a low chuckle as he looks down, shaking his head.]
And here I came to sit down and comfort you. Didn't mean to let you turn it around on me.
[Nicely done, Fort.]
If you're doing the dragging, I don't think I'd mind so much.
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Or as they'd been. She'd left him behind, she reminds herself. For the good of them both. So Cash wouldn't suffer any pestering from her government or his, and so she could be free until an intelligence agent put a bullet through her head.
She takes a healthy sip of her drink. ]
I'm good at that.
[ Fortescue smiles. Both pulling people along for fun, and trying to weasel her way out of talking about her feelings. ]