Guide (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
theguidinghand) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
ataraxionlogs2012-01-15 11:05 am
theguidinghand) wrote in ataraxionlogs2012-01-15 11:05 am
Entry tags:
- !jump,
- "todd",
- agent south dakota,
- agent washington | au,
- albert wily,
- alexander,
- america (alfred f. jones),
- asato,
- belarus (natalia arlovskaya),
- cave johnson,
- chase kilgannon,
- claudio kilgannon,
- clive dove,
- dave strider,
- davesprite,
- doug rattmann,
- fox,
- gideon "mouse" graham,
- hallah "aberdeen" tawse,
- handsome bob,
- ianto jones,
- jack harkness,
- jack noir | au,
- jade harley,
- james "durham" baxter,
- james t. kirk (xi),
- japan (kiku honda),
- japan (sakura honda),
- jeff "joker" moreau,
- john "oxford" buchanan,
- john egbert,
- john watson,
- kasumi goto,
- katniss everdeen,
- kristeva,
- kroton,
- megamind,
- mordin solus,
- natalie faust,
- natasha romanoff,
- neal caffrey,
- nepeta leijon,
- netherlands,
- nigel colbie,
- ratchet,
- raven darkholme,
- re-l mayer,
- rey,
- robert capa,
- rory williams,
- roxanne ritchi,
- russia (ivan braginski),
- shadow,
- sherlock holmes,
- sherlock holmes (2009),
- sikozu,
- spock (xi),
- statsraaden,
- tali'zorah vas normandy,
- tavros nitram,
- the doctor (eleventh),
- the meta,
- tommy conlon,
- travis,
- wesley gibson,
- wheatley,
- wichita
(no subject)
CHARACTERS: EVERYONE
LOCATION: MED BAY
WARNINGS: ... Partial nudity? It should be pretty tame, but let me know if I need to add anything.
SUMMARY: Side-effects of a jump may include disorientation and temporary memory loss. Fortunately, there are a handful of others who have been through this before.
NOTES: Yes, it's a rehashing of the game premise. Don't worry, you can personalize your own (re-)introduction!
You wake up, alone in the dark.
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.
Don't worry, you are not alone. There are others who have come before you, others who are awakening beside you. Some may be familiar to you, perhaps even friends. They will help you through your disorientation, even though they might suffer from it too.
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.
This is your welcome party.
LOCATION: MED BAY
WARNINGS: ... Partial nudity? It should be pretty tame, but let me know if I need to add anything.
SUMMARY: Side-effects of a jump may include disorientation and temporary memory loss. Fortunately, there are a handful of others who have been through this before.
NOTES: Yes, it's a rehashing of the game premise. Don't worry, you can personalize your own (re-)introduction!
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.
Don't worry, you are not alone. There are others who have come before you, others who are awakening beside you. Some may be familiar to you, perhaps even friends. They will help you through your disorientation, even though they might suffer from it too.
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.
This is your welcome party.
no subject
She nods, taking in the information that he's giving her to file away for later. Her shoulders relax just a little as he speaks.
"I have to say, that's quite a relief. The reserves that I have will get me through a minor infection, but if I do contract something more serious..." Well, death wasn't all that unfamiliar to anyone who'd lived in the Migrant Fleet. Her own mother had died that way.
"No. I can only imagine what it must be like for anyone who isn't used to a space station in the first place, and that seems to be the majority of the population. It's -- unfortunate." Not only because they're likely to be ill-equipped if there's an emergency, either.