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Entry tags:
- !jump,
- bail organa,
- bethmora fortescue,
- booker dewitt,
- carl grimes,
- carlisle longinmouth,
- daryl dixon,
- elsa,
- evangeline de brassard,
- feuilly,
- firo prochainezo,
- hoban "wash" washburne,
- jemma simmons,
- john blake | au,
- kyle crane,
- leia organa,
- leo fitz,
- lúthien,
- muscovy,
- raven reyes,
- rebecca "newt" jorden,
- rick grimes,
- robin,
- sebastian vael,
- skye,
- the warden (mira tabris),
- valya,
- zoe washburne
forty-second 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: There's a strange sense of contentment that greets you as you wake from the jump. Deep and certain, it doesn't warm you or cloak the unpleasantness of the stasis fluid on your skin and the disorientation spinning in your head. It feels disconcertingly distant, instead, a sense as though an answer has been decided on - and that you won't much like to experience it coming to fruition...
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: There's a strange sense of contentment that greets you as you wake from the jump. Deep and certain, it doesn't warm you or cloak the unpleasantness of the stasis fluid on your skin and the disorientation spinning in your head. It feels disconcertingly distant, instead, a sense as though an answer has been decided on - and that you won't much like to experience it coming to fruition...
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.
Locker
[An elf, finally another elf but there's more important things because ....griffon. Well one dead griffon plus one live griffon but still..]
I thought they had died out...
well hello fellow elven warden =)
Unlike its sibling.
The voice near her is a surprise--the pointed ears and leather armor is slightly more comforting. The knowledge of griffons comes more as a surprise. The girl stays seated on the ground, looking upward at the armored woman. ]
They did. They were.
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I always loved the stories with Griffons in them. I'm honoured to get to see at least one.
My name is Mira Tabris, I am Warden-Commander of Ferelden.
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[ A sniveling beggar, basically, if the Chamberlain of the Grey is to be believed; someone who writes Weisshaupt looking for supplies without pride. But the name on that message was different, and the name given is familiar to Valya, touches the corners of her mind and moves within.
She had been studying the Fourth Blight for so long. She had been trapped within the pages of the past. The woman before her is one more recent.
She stands in a rush, eyes wide as she stares. The chick protests as she gathers the cloak it's nesting in to her chest. The cloak whose clasp bears the symbol of the griffon itself. ]
Tabris?! The Hero of the Fifth Blight?
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That's what they call me. ...among other names. But just Mira is fine. Are you with the Wardens as well?
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A question in itself, but maybe for another time. Trading stories with the Hero of the Fifth Blight seems beyond Valya. The mention of the Wardens furthers that. The girl flushes slightly and looks down. ]
I'm Valya. And I'm... a Warden-recruit at Weisshaupt.
[ Just a recruit. Nothing so permanent as anything else. ]
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[She may be worried about where she is but an elven Warden-recruit is going to get all her support.]
You'll have to tell me about Weisshaupt sometime. I still haven't seen it yet. Are you from Anderfels yourself?
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Weisshaupt is a giant fortress with more studying than you could ever want and the bones of the dead. [ That said... ] Yes, though. I was originally from the Hossberg Circle.
[ This is coupled with a tap on the staff beside her. ]
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[She still thinks that sloth demon was way too lazy on her illusion.]
Can you tell if any of this is magical? I ran into a Templar who claims otherwise but I'm more inclined to believe a mage.
[She's also more inclined to believe an elf over a Shem.]
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You went into the Fade? How?
[ ...Apparently Valya is already breaking her fortitude to not ask questions at the moment. She can at least try to answer Mira's own. Through the flush that comes at Mira mentioning trust in a mage over a templar. ]
It doesn't feel like it to me. I mean... I'm not in any way an expert, but there's nothing that feels like it here.
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[She shrugs, it's probably a good thing it didn't give her something hard to break out of.]
I managed to get out of that bubble and find the rest of them in the fade. I also got to to turn into a golem and a mouse. I was quite jealous of Shale and Morrigan after we got out.
[She nods at the part about magic.]
That's a shame, I'd rather it be something we know about.
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A sloth demon?!
[ Her voice squeaks. In front of the Warden-Commander. Embarrassed, she looks away-- Only to peer back curiously nearly instantly. ]
You shapeshifted...? And were able to free others from the demon's tricks? I thought some of the stories were exaggerated, but maybe they weren't at all.
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Oh I'm sure a lot of them are exaggerated. The strange ones are probably true though. A lot of odd things happened during the blight.
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[ She allows a wry smile. ]
Nothing like freeing your friends as a mouse in the Fade, though.
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