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ataraxionlogs2015-06-08 12:00 am
ataraxites) wrote in ataraxionlogs2015-06-08 12:00 am
Entry tags:
- !jump,
- ai enma,
- ailanne rei,
- allison argent,
- bail organa,
- brigid tenenbaum,
- captain hook (killian jones),
- cora hale,
- daryl dixon,
- death (discworld),
- death (sandman),
- derek hale,
- eleanor lamb,
- elizabeth,
- enfys llewelyn,
- fenris,
- firo prochainezo,
- garrett hawke,
- grant ward,
- hermione granger,
- ivan,
- jackson "jax" teller,
- karone,
- laura roslin,
- lee "apollo" adama,
- leo fitz,
- leonard "bones" mccoy (xi),
- maes hughes,
- max rockatansky,
- minho,
- nami,
- robin,
- scott mccall,
- skye,
- tadashi hamada,
- takeshi,
- taylor "tyke" kee,
- thomas
forty-fourth 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: Awareness comes to you slowly in the smothering quiet of the blue fluid. In the light piercing through from the medical bay you realise there's a shadow, a figure stood at the glass of your gravcouch, a hand pressed to the surface just above your face. Fear spikes through your gut as waves of alien sensation crash into your mind, a rage that feels endless, all-consuming, furious, molten hatred that you know is for you.
When the fluid drains, door sliding open to deposit you on the medbay floor, you remember it. Remember it coming again and again, like a nightmare that plagued your sleep over and over, leaving you with no respite, no rest. Days. Perhaps even longer.
You remember that the light coming through from behind the shadow was red.
New arrivals will find messages spray-painted in red 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: Awareness comes to you slowly in the smothering quiet of the blue fluid. In the light piercing through from the medical bay you realise there's a shadow, a figure stood at the glass of your gravcouch, a hand pressed to the surface just above your face. Fear spikes through your gut as waves of alien sensation crash into your mind, a rage that feels endless, all-consuming, furious, molten hatred that you know is for you.
When the fluid drains, door sliding open to deposit you on the medbay floor, you remember it. Remember it coming again and again, like a nightmare that plagued your sleep over and over, leaving you with no respite, no rest. Days. Perhaps even longer.
You remember that the light coming through from behind the shadow was red.
New arrivals will find messages spray-painted in red 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.
hops in.
but the glimpse is enough to make him question, and derek doesn't have the same kind of werewolf mojo to cheat. he has to look for himself, and that means combing back through the last rows of lockers, looking through the new arrivals. and when he does see scott, there's a long moment where derek just stares, stunned, before he clears his throat. ]
I wouldn't put that on if I were you.
[ it's sarcastic, but derek's expression has gone soft for the moment, though his face furrows into a frown as he looks at the mask. yes, definitely not for wearing, but they can cover that after the general greetings. ]
Are you alright? You were...gone, for a while.
[ and shit got crazy, but what else is new. ]
words, who needs em
But he doesn't drop it, if only by a small margin. His attention snaps up to Derek as he stands, and he gives the mask one more curious look before putting it back in the locker.
Is he alright. Good question. His eyebrows lift in a gesture that's both thoughtful and lost, like he has no idea how to answer that. ]
Yeah. I'm good. [ "Good". Scott watches Derek for a few steady, drawn out seconds, then ventures: ] Are you... ?
communicates tags via interpretive dance instead.
Am I what?
[ derek sort of assumes the next question is about his current state of being, and is fully prepared to dodge it. predictably. ]
You remember everything from last time?
[ breezing on to the next subject, because that always works. ]
so fancy
[ Dumbass. Except it's said in a very patient way, direct and unafraid to get to the point. Scott doesn't wait for an answer, even if he's giving Derek a look that implies something's a bit off; Derek seems more interested in changing the topic, and he won't push it.
For now. ]
Yeah. I remember— [ He has to dig through the memories, tries to pick out anything worthwhile. ] That space station. And then everybody started getting bloody noses.
all for u
[ """""""""""fine"""""""""""""" ]
You've been gone a long time.
[ quieter, because derek knows just how long. it's still jarring to hear it, realize that he's been up here for over a year without scott. derek shakes his head, dismissing that entire train of thought. ]
People are still getting bloody noses.
[ derek says it like a joke, or the way derek tends to joke, dry, sarcastic, not actually that funny to anyone other than him. ]
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Over ten jumps.
[ He sounds vaguely apologetic about it, though he knows it's nothing he could've helped. The next question's a little uncertain, like he isn't entirely sure he's ready for the answer. He already knows part of it. ]
Who else is here?
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Cora's here, and so is Lydia. Liam, Isaac and Erica too. And...Allison.
[ it's better to get that out now. with any luck, scott will have already seen her, and derek won't be landing a real blow with that revelation. but if not, then he deserves the warning. ]
Stiles is back too.
[ the fact that stiles hadn't actually been gone for very long is not a fact derek finds particularly relevant at the moment. ]
no subject
Is he really my beta?
[ Awkward. ]
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[ as far as questions go, this one is the easiest to answer. derek's expression softens, and he shakes his head. scott might not remember liam, but derek still thinks scott can. be a good alpha. scott's always been good at leading, being inspiring. it's easier for derek to admit that now. ]
You're his alpha. You don't remember it?
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[ He almost apologizes, but he's like, 5% better about not apologizing (out loud) for everything these days. Being an alpha isn't totally new territory — being alpha to someone he doesn't remember, that's a little odd.
More than that, though, there's the question of where exactly Liam came from. He couldn't quite bring himself to confront Liam with the question, but it's easier asking Derek. ]
How?
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[ this is going to be awkward. derek's aware of that. he had been banking on scott knowing liam when and if he turned up, but it's not all that surprising he doesn't. on the ship, derek sort of expects to do everything the hard way. compared to erica, this is a breeze. ]
From what you told me, it was an accident. You were trying to save him from a wendigo.
[ there's no judgement in derek's voice. there are worse reasons to bite someone. ]
no subject
So instead, he focuses on a distraction. Eyebrows lifting, expression unsure. ]
A wendigo?
no subject
It was loose in the hospital.
[ where else ]
It was taken care of, Scott.
no subject
How long? [ Context might help. He glances up, a little less lost in thought. ] Since I... bit him.
[ Which shouldn't be a weird sentence to get out, given everything else, but he still stumbles over it. ]
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[ teen wolf time frames???? ]
It hasn't been very long.
[ derek says this because he thinks it'll make a difference later. liam was newly bitten. it would explain the struggle for control, and keep scott from blaming himself fo it, or so derek hopes. ]
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Derek's right; it makes a difference. Scott thinks about his first few months trying to deal with it, and there's an immediate surge of — not panic, exactly. Definitely concern. ]
Right. That's— he seems okay though, right?
[ So that means he did an okay job? Timelines. This is awful. ]
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He's alright. [ as alright as anyone newly bitten could be. ] He's going to be strong.
[ and he'll have scott. that's the key, where derek's concerned. liam will be strong and he'll have an alpha who can guide him the way derek hadn't been able to with his betas. it's a difficult realization, but derek doesn't flinch from it. ]
You're going to be good at this. Even up here.