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Guide ([personal profile] theguidinghand) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2012-01-15 11:05 am

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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.
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[personal profile] cutthelines 2012-01-16 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
As frail as his ancient body was, Alexander handled this round even better than the last. There was none of the confusion and memory loss that came with his initial awakening on the ship; little plagued him beyond an uneasiness in his stomach, which was just a minor annoyance. It was like he was young again, traversing between worlds back and forth...

...It was like he was young again, getting stranded in a place that was not home. He couldn't claim to be surprised at all, but that didn't stop the sense of severe disappointment.

For now the Baron shoved those thoughts aside, choosing to focus on the very interesting fact that there were many people around he didn't recognize. Perhaps any of these new passengers possessed some kind of ability that could be useful to him?

First things first: He had to get dressed. Off to the lockers he went.
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[personal profile] circumitus 2012-01-16 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
She had a feeling that she would never be able to get used to waking up like this. First it was with insects inside of a casket, then it was tubes crammed down her throat. Both incidents were met with that same, dizzying feeling and confusion and loss. Something was missing. Something had always been missing.

Rey thought that she should feel sick. The tasteless tang in her mouth certainly left her with something to be desired, but she was alive. Somehow. Even with the memory haze, something unimaginable had snared her senses. Though, in spite of that, there was something else that she had quickly discovered.

They were alive.

Unlike her previous experience with scenarios very much similar to this one, Rey had taken the initiative and prepared for the worst. She had already dressed, quick to find her clothes after walking around mostly naked the last time she had woken up. But she knew better now. She had even begun looking for others, possibly in the same situation as herself.

Naturally, it didn't take much longer before she finally found someone near the lockers. No surprise there.

"Hello?" Her own voice drilled in her brain, like some kind of migraine.
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[personal profile] cutthelines 2012-01-16 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
By this point Alexander had mostly dressed himself, leaving only the cravat that clashed so terribly with the space jumpsuit. Bits of dried rosepetals clung to the fabric, much to his annoyance - he really should have cleaned those out last time. He shook the cravat out, glancing up only momentarily at the voice.


Had he seen this woman? He couldn't be sure. His mind was more muddled from the jump than he initially thought. "Have you just arrived?"
circumitus: you started throwing frozen shot glasses at people and you kept saying "it's fine, they melt." (wave goodbye to your troubles)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-01-17 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
Lacking in the basic concept of modesty, Rey couldn't care less. Though she was pretty sure that on some human function, it was something that she should care about, and be grateful for, because...


While Rey had spent much time familiarizing herself with the corridors and gimmicks of the ship itself, she had bothered less getting to know its people. Something which proved to be a disadvantage, when addressing strangers, since social tactics weren't her best feat.

At the question, she just shook her head. "Second time I've woken up like this."

Well, technically a third, but she wasn't sure whether she'd count the casket. Less tubes and blue liquids.
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[personal profile] cutthelines 2012-01-17 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
"I see."

Then she clearly had no abilities that would be useful in getting everyone home, or else she would have put them to good use by now. Still, there was no point in alienating a potential ally or general source of information. Ever the charismatic renaissance man, he put on a gentle smile.

"It seems I have yet to get acquainted with some of the crew, then. You may call me Alexander."
circumitus: I have big plans. I'm learning spanish this month. (i need an office)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-01-17 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Her desire, or lack thereof, of wanting to go home was palpable. Assume that she had a home, or if there was even a world left for her to go back to -- none of it particularly mattered to her. Suppose, if nothing else, that nothing meant something.

It meant she didn't care.

The only thing she wanted was to know what was next on the agenda. It was the only thing that made sense to her since she woke up. That much, at least, she could agree on with her fellow passengers.

"Alexander." She repeated, the word falling out like an uncanny echo. Weird. "My name is Rey."
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[personal profile] cutthelines 2012-01-18 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
Something told Alexander that this Rey wasn't the most social butterfly around. Which was just fine with Alexander; small talk bored him and only wasted time, really. But she had approached him in the first place, so she must have wanted something. Otherwise...

"I take it you still feel unwell?"
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[personal profile] circumitus 2012-01-19 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
Social butterfly was definitely one antonym of describing Rey. For the most part, she was taken to mindless wanders, ambling about the passages in hopes of maybe finding something.

Of course, she never did, and now she was here.

"A little. I'm just walking it off."