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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
(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
"It's not quite that simple," she begins to say and then stops. She doesn't want to provide too much information and risk burning the girl's brain out just on trying to process it all. This is a time for summarizing, she decides. "There's something about how the ship's engine works and accidental wormholes. The only people who chose to be here are the captain and the chief engineer. The rest of us..." She trails off and shrugs. "Some of us aren't even from Earth. Others seem to have been dropped in straight out of the 1800's. It's complicated."