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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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He shakes his head, though, relaxing a bit more.
"No, m'not gonna throw up. I only feel like — like my stomach just hurts a little." He doesn't realize it, but it's nerves, all nerves that quietly bother him because everything is the same but everything is different. At the mention of the jump numbers, he blinks. "Eight whole jumps!! I been here for lots, too. I was five, and now I'm six!"
He holds up one hand and a finger to demonstrate.
In case you don't understand how awesome it is that he's six now.
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"Mkay, we can go find something to eat? That might actually help, but only a little, not stuffing ourselves."
Then Robin just. Beams at him. "Yeah? Awesome! I had my birthday when I was here, too, though I turned a different number. And six is totally feeling the aster! When I turned six, my mom and dad started teaching me some of the coolest things. I can show you later, in the Oxygen gardens or something!"
He's not going to say 'trapeze artists' out loud.
But he's going to be very, very entertaining. Just you wait, Takeshi!
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He smiles contentedly, rubbing his stomach; he may notice that Takeshi's hands are gloved - black, like leather, as is his neck, little white plugs located here and there. Seems like the whole damn outfit is overtaking him save for his head, all polished and clean and, really, his most prized physical possession aboard the ship; it's how he survives, in too many situations. Takeshi never much likes to take it off, so he usually just slips his clothes over it instead; it's heat regulating, so it's not like he ever gets hot in it.
"But — I need to find my mom and dad... They're probably wondering where I am!"
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But he also knows about heat-regulating suits, and even about bathing in the uniform. He's not a fan, it always feels like his skin grows a layer of grime between itself and the uniform - but he knows about them.
"Food usually makes things better. But, you're right, if your parents are here, might as well find them first. You know which pods they're in? We can check first that they've been used, before you start wondering and wandering and so on."
He could have started to explain to Takeshi that his parents might not have come here with him...
... but he's been on Tranquility long enough to recognize that somebody who's been here before wouldn't be talking about those back home. And he really would prefer it that the younger boy doesn't get to find out one or both of those people have left when he's all alone.
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"I know the pods! I don't gotta go to them a lot because they always get out first, but I know them!"
He's a very responsible boy like that, you know.
And then, because introductions are important -
"I'm Takeshi."
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"Robin. It's nice to meet you, Takeshi." A smile. "If you're ready, let's peer back at the grav couches, and then look for them around the lockers."
Hopefully, not in vain. But Robin doesn't let even a hint of that thought show up on his face.