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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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"I am happy to see you've returned. We will be friends, now. The two of us. I should always like to have more." Oh no. Marty. No. You're stuck with her.
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And that alone lifts his spirits a bit.
Sometimes, man, it's good to be alive.
Again.
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"Dude?" She raises an eyebrow, unsure what the word meant. "Then, if we are friends, we will do all that you have said, and I shall tell you! But you must not get cross or upset. You say you are not proper, but I do not know what that is for your time. Only that I am improper for mine. But I will tell you, that dearest Michel has done reading." OH NO IT'S SO HORRIBLE READING IS- wait. No. That's not it.
She's grinning, that mischievous sparkle in her eyes, her lips curling back in a smile, "and we have determined that he enjoys tying me up. And I do, as well!" She practically bounces, eagerly waiting for his reaction to the fact that she's just confessed she's into bondage.
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Well, he turns a bit red at that. But only just a little. Congrats for making him all flustered, Epp, even if it's really not all that hard if someone tries hard enough — he may be perverted in the way people his age tend to be, but it doesn't mean he's very edgy, especially when he hasn't really been with anyone since... ever.
"Whoa. Who knew?" He huffs a laugh, though, even if a sudden worry springs up. "You guys are being safe about that and stuff, right? Don't get yourself hurt or anything!"
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"I am forward, but if there is anything like that that you enjoy, with whatever women you find yourself taken with, you must tell me. We are both curious." Not in a 'what do YOU SPECIFICALLY like' way, but a 'tell me about kinks' way.
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"Well - I've been... The lady I liked went for another guy. And - I've never actually... y'know. So." Eponine, he's a college virgin. I am sorry to deliver this news to you.
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"You have not!" She gasps, though it should not be so strange to her. But most of the men she had spent time around were, like herself, hardly blushing virgins. And here, in space, she had found one. "Forgive me, m'sieur Marty! I assumed- forget that I have said anything, then. Though, I shall tell you: the man I loved, too, went for another woman."
But she'd stopped being a virgin long before then.
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But, ahaaa —
"Your crush went for someone else? That's rough. Hard to compete for you, too?"
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"But he lived. They are together, I have heard."
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He smiles.
"I'd pick you over money any time. And I bet your boyfriend shares the opinion."
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"That so? If Eponine says it, it must be true." He's surprised to think that he was genuinely missed. He jokes about it, sure, but... christ, he wasn't much good in the end, right?
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"Careful- many things I say are lies. But, I have not lied to you." WAS THAT A LIE? You'll never know.