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Entry tags:
forty-fifth 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.
NOTES: There's a sense of quiet as you wake from the jump, a silence that seems to stretch into the medbay around you despite the slowly increasing sounds of gravcouches draining, releasing, bodies tumbled to the floor. A lack of any shadowed presences could be a relief, but as you fall into the process of cleaning up and getting dressed, you begin to notice it - there's no confused, uncertain faces in the crowd. No new, scared people, number 045 on their arm.
The bustle is thinner, the medbay a little emptier. People have left, been taken in the jump. But no one new has been brought in.
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.
NOTES: There's a sense of quiet as you wake from the jump, a silence that seems to stretch into the medbay around you despite the slowly increasing sounds of gravcouches draining, releasing, bodies tumbled to the floor. A lack of any shadowed presences could be a relief, but as you fall into the process of cleaning up and getting dressed, you begin to notice it - there's no confused, uncertain faces in the crowd. No new, scared people, number 045 on their arm.
The bustle is thinner, the medbay a little emptier. People have left, been taken in the jump. But no one new has been brought in.
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.
valya | ota
It didn't matter. Not really. As usual, the thing that mattered was Revas, and Valya wasted no time in going to her. The grey cloak that had been functioning as Revas' sling was draped on Valya's shoulders instead. The griffon was becoming far too wiggly to even try it again--it took most of Valya's attention to watch her now.
Who would have thought, months ago, that this would be Valya's occupation: Griffon keeper. The girl sighs, closing the locker, holding the baby against her hip as Revas chirped up at her. ]
I really need to get you a leash....
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Maybe too quiet. She's actually quite grateful for any sounds of life, chirping included. Jemma turns her head towards it, blinking once or twice before approaching.]
Oh my, what an interesting bird.
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She's a griffon, actually.
[ The pitch-black baby is all fluffed feathers in front, but soft fur in the back. Valya shifts so the woman can see the hatchling better. ]
And more like a toddler you have to keep chasing all round, to be honest.
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[And that's where Jemma stops herself. She should be used to it now, needing to put her scientific brain aside when faced with things that weren't real to her before. She looks up and offers an apologetic smile before continuing.]
Did she come from your world with you? That must be nice. I've never had many pets, unless you count the lab rats, and, well. Unfortunate pets, those.
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They're nearly extinct in my home, too. Most people wouldn't believe I have her. Her and her siblings are the last ones alive back there.
[ She runs a hand over Revas' head and the hatchling gives a small thrum-like purr. ]
It seems like a lot of people do have pets here. You might be able to get a kitten from someone if you're looking for one.
[ Since she has seen around four cats so far.
Some have to breed.]I'm Valya, by the way. This is Revas.
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[Jemma frowns gently, but she studies the young griffon with renewed appreciation.]
I'd say she's very lucky to be here with you. [Away from whatever had happened or was happening to endanger her. Jemma feels the same way about herself, actually. The sound that the hatchling makes does bring a smile back to her lips.]
I'm Jemma. It's a pleasure to meet you both. Have you been on board for very long?
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Near to four months now. We started out as three.
[ One baby that was unlucky to have been here, with Valya. One precious hatchling lost and gone. ]
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[Sorry that it happened, and sorry that she reminded her of it. Jemma's expression saddens. She doesn't ask how it happened either. On this ship, it's probably better off not to know.]
I heard you mention something about a leash. I bet I could find something that might be suitable.
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The offer of a leash is something she's willing to distract herself with. ]
Do you know something I could use? That would be wonderful.
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[Jemma stands and goes to her locker, returning with her thin leather belt.]
I'm not sure if you want to fashion a harness. Or maybe just something around the ankle. It's a bit short for now, but I bet we could connect them if we just had a couple more.
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After a moment, the elf nods. ]
She'll use a harness when she's older. I don't want to confuse her with one now. I think... the ankle one might be doable. If we could make it a bit longer....
[ She realizes she had said "we," and glances up quickly to the woman, something shy in the expressions. ]
...Thank you. For helping me. It's very kind of you.
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[She pauses at the thanks, smiling brightly just a moment later.]
Think nothing of it. It's my pleasure, especially when I get to make a new friend - friends, in this case.
[Jemma nods at the hatchling]