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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
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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.
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.
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illegal shit very often.)An affirmative sort of a grunt is all he bothers answering with - now that he has something to focus on, he's gonna do it. Even if that something is as mundane as finding a place to pause.
It takes him a second to process the last sentence. "New Year?"
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Japan is still watching the numbers of the rooms go by. "Ah, yes... That's right, the year before this, someone who resembled France-san..." He trails off and his face changes a bit before he shakes his head. No, maybe he won't explain that. And he's sure Holland had to deal with things too.
"...I suppose it is just that strange things in general happen to us, regardless of the time..."
At least it's starting to look like there's a way out of the passenger area now. But what a large area, how big is this ship?
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He's about to answer, but he just slows to a halt at the end of the hallway. Whoa. It's huge, but...
"It's kinda empty." Yeah, it creeps him out a little.
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However, considering the circumstances, this was creepy. Yes.
"And quite large..." Japan seems more worried about getting lost in this place, as he glances back from where they came. Although, how lost can they get if they already have no idea where they are?
"There were many others in the same position as us," he recalls from the medbay. "But I am not sure that that is such a comfort." But his troubled expression shows just how much he wished things were more clear.
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He finds a little set of chairs and a table and sits down, heavily, annoyance flitting across his face that even these chairs are slightly too small for him.
"Maybe they know what's happenin'," he grumbles, but the huffiness is directed toward the table - it's not comfortable to lean this far down just to roll up a damn cigarette.
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"It is possible..." Japan's eyes drift up to Holland now, watching him roll the cigarette. "Perhaps we should contact them."
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"Yeah? What should we say, then." He shifts in his chair and thinks on it with the next drag. "I wanna know if there's a way out..."
He lets it trail off, because frankly, there's a lot he wants to know, so he decides to shut up until he's figured out the most important things.
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and not creepy to notice, right?so Japan sort of relaxes himself from it. Right, what to say, they had a plan now. This brought some sort of comfort right?"An introduction may be important..." Japan thinks so, at least. It would be rude to ask so much of a bunch of people if they're strangers. "Ah... I would also like to know why it is we're here. Though that may be something that is unknown."
He sets his communicator on the table for now.
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he totally does, he doesn't comment on it. They've got a plan, so he concentrates on that instead."If ya say so," he shrugs. He doesn't particularly care, since so far things have gone alright.
Another few moments pass as he thinks, then suddenly realizes he needs some place to ash - and can't find one. "Shit."
He rips off some pouch or another from his jumpsuit and uses that to ash into for the time being.
"Ask about ashtrays."
Priorities, he has them.
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He stares at Holland and then slowly glances away. Right... But hm. "I feel as if there is more I would like to know, but I cannot seem to remember."
That thought bothers him noticeably, but he simply frowns, skipping on from that lost area and to another one. What else...
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"Could ask what we're s'posed to be doin' here." Another puff, and he figures he should clarify - "There's gotta be a reason we're here, right."
And once that's figured out, maybe he can get home to... well, there's some reason nagging him at the back of his mind. He needs to be home to take care of something. Someone? His expression mirrors Japan's earlier one.
"I'm - I can't remember shit, either."
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It's not often that Japan voices himself in such a way, but this is one of those times. He rests his elbows on the table in an uncharacteristic manner and buries his face in his hands. In his 2,600+ years of living, memory has never really been an issue in this way. Maybe he couldn't remember the names of a few nations who he never spoke much with, but this was important things! He could feel it!
...But it was no good just being frustrated and upset. Think, think...
"...Yes, there must be a reason."
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"It's - uh. Yeah."
Great job, Ned. He clears his throat and shifts in his seat, unconsciously leaning Japan's way.
"We can ask someone 'bout that. If anyone answers."
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"Yes, that may be best." He wants to ask if a certain someone is here, but he can't remember just who. He wants to ask about something else but can't remember what. ...He needs to focus on the now before he gets more upset. And the now is that if he gets upset, Holland obviously feels awkward. Come on, Japan, snap out of it.
"Ah... we can ask what sort of things are on this ship. Areas, that is..." A pause. He's staring at his arms on the table so hard now. "It would be good to know."
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No better way to find out than to ask, even if he's not really the best for this kind of thing.
"What's wrong."
hands from his face* sob typos...
Still, even if Holland has been good at that, it always catches Japan off guard, and he blinks at him before looking off in some other direction. So sly. "Eh? Ah..."
The memory issues caused a sort of disorientation, and in combination with his stressing over this, there were now thoughts like 'Holland-san will be bothered too if I seem worried' and so on. But really, the thing that bothered him the most was not only that someone could take him out of his life (even if he is having trouble remembering just what sort of life that was) and mess with his mind, but that the same thing was happening to friends. Holland, at least. He was worried about others, but their names...
Oh, he was sort of pausing too long. Basically? Japan thinks too much and that is his weakness.
"It is just... This is a bit unnerving." Yeah, that's all he's saying after that much thought.
I got it!
Or. Maybe he was? He wasn't sure once he heard it.
"That's it?"
Communication isn't really his strong point, so he leaves it there, not really thinking of the ten different ways that could be interpreted. Seems obvious enough to him, but it always does in the moment.
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The things he can't say in response to that are large in number. But he eventually settles with something.
"For not only me, but those I know who are also here," which right now is Holland but there may be others. Which is one thing he's worrying about. And saying 'you' or 'Holland' is too personal, he couldn't possibly.. So yes, being so indirect. "I suppose I am just worried."
He glances away immediately after that though. "Ah, but that is of no use... I will focus on what should be said in this message."