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ataraxionlogs2015-05-27 09:29 pm
ataraxites) wrote in ataraxionlogs2015-05-27 09:29 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- allison argent,
- bahorel,
- bucky barnes,
- carlisle longinmouth,
- chell,
- derek hale,
- dorian pavus,
- elizabeth,
- enfys llewelyn,
- fenris,
- galadriel,
- heather mason,
- jean prouvaire,
- leo fitz,
- murphy pendleton,
- muscovy,
- rikku | au,
- sebastian vael,
- takeshi,
- taylor "tyke" kee,
- the warden (mira tabris),
- valya
EVENT: BIA ▒ STERN
CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: The stern areas of the ship
WARNINGS: Disturbing imagery, violence, psychological trauma, gore, etc.
SUMMARY: Characters have to fight to find their way back to each other from being increasingly isolated and plagued by their deepest fears and most hopeful dreams.
NOTES: May 27 onwards.
LOCATION: The stern areas of the ship
WARNINGS: Disturbing imagery, violence, psychological trauma, gore, etc.
SUMMARY: Characters have to fight to find their way back to each other from being increasingly isolated and plagued by their deepest fears and most hopeful dreams.
NOTES: May 27 onwards.
| An echoing boom comes from deep in the middle of the ship, shakes its way through the trees and waters of the Oxygen Gardens, down into the maze of walkways and mechanics that make up the Engineering Complex. A sense of danger rolls through with it, enough to make you pause in your work, set down tools or supplies, ignore the thrumming pain in your head to find out what. Trapped far away from the comforts of beds and kitchens and slow approaching necessity of gravcouches, you only have each other to turn to. But soon that grows difficult, turnings leading you off path, door slamming shut behind you. In the increasing isolation panic swells like an infection up through your mind-- but then soothes. You find your way into an unexpected comfort, the company of a long-gone friend, an old home filled with happy memories. You linger, drift into contentment, and yet it still can't calm one deep nagging doubt: you aren't safe where you've found yourself. |
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... Yeah. [ She frowns; could it have been imagined, after all? ] Might be the ship pulling one over on me. Wouldn't be the first time.
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The ship pulling 'one over on you'? [He was puzzled. How could it 'pull one over' on one person?]
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[ She doesn't flinch at the confusion of colloquialisms; it isn't as if each alien species had the same sayings, after all, so she's far too used to it. ]
Wouldn't be the first time.