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

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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.
51stcentury: (knowing smile)

not in the least! :>b

[personal profile] 51stcentury 2012-01-16 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack grins wider at the other man's accent. "English?" he asks, though it's obvious that that's the case. "That's good. We could use a few more Brits around on the ship. Spice things up a little. And well. You've got that sort of confused look about you that the rest of the people I don't recognize being here earlier have got, so I connected the dots."

He holds out his hand towards the other man, smile as big and white and dazzling as ever. "Captain Jack Harkness," he says, by way of introducing himself. "Not of this ship, before you ask."
neutralises: (Curious so keep talking)

[personal profile] neutralises 2012-01-20 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"James," Durham replies and it is rather difficult not to respond to the other man's charisma. He offers up a smile of his own and shakes Jack's hand, nods his head to show that he understands he's not captain of this particular ship. It's all rather strange to him, the idea of him captaining another ship almost as bizarre as being stuck on the Tranquility.

"Yes, yes. I hail from Surrey. American?" Though considering Jack's last comment, Durham isn't entirely sure he should be asking questions limited to Earth-only answers. His head starts to feel thick and fuzzy again, the amount of new information he's trying to take in coupled with the hangover from the grav couch is making him feel slow.

"I do apologise if I'm being rather slow. Unfortunately, space isn't somewhere I've been before. Not ever."
51stcentury: (smile)

[personal profile] 51stcentury 2012-01-22 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack smiles, shaking his head. "Something like that," he says, in response to the other man's question as to whether he's American like that. People don't ask too many questions if you've got an American accent and don't know what you're doing. It makes it the number one most common dialect of English learned for time travel. He's not about to go into that, though, the other man looks confused enough as it is.

"It's fine, take it slow. There are a lot of others on board with the same problem. Either they're from a time when space travel wasn't really the common man's thing, or they're from a place where no one ever really created the technology to make it possible. I'm guessing because you're English, you're from Earth and therefore it's more the former than the latter, yeah? What are you..." He looks the other man up and down. "Twentieth century? Twenty-first?"