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Entry tags:
- !jump,
- adam monroe,
- aidan waite,
- alex summers | au,
- angel,
- arya stark,
- athos,
- biggs darklighter,
- bran stark,
- bucky barnes,
- buffy summers,
- carolyn fry,
- cesare borgia,
- charles xavier,
- commander shepard,
- cora hale,
- daenerys targaryen,
- damian wayne (robin),
- derek hale,
- elizabeth of york,
- ellie,
- emma swan,
- eowyn,
- eric northman,
- fenris,
- fili,
- galadriel,
- graham humbert,
- hank mccoy,
- harry potter,
- ianto jones,
- ilde featherstonehaugh,
- isaac lahey,
- jack harkness,
- jaime lannister,
- jason "red hood" todd,
- john "reaper" grimm,
- john mitchell,
- kate bishop,
- lucrezia borgia,
- luke skywalker,
- marian hawke,
- merlin,
- ned | au,
- netherlands,
- nuala,
- odessa knutson,
- peeta mellark,
- peter parker,
- regina mills,
- remus lupin,
- rikku | au,
- robb stark,
- robin hood,
- sally malik,
- scott mccall,
- severus snape,
- sirius black,
- skye,
- spike,
- stiles stilinski,
- taylor "tyke" kee,
- teresa agnes,
- thomas,
- thor odinson,
- tiffany aching,
- tony stark,
- wendy beauchamp,
- will graham
thirty-first jump;
CHARACTERS: Any and all.
LOCATION: Gravity Couches and beyond.
WARNINGS: Maybe some swearing, or even some violence, and more than likely some implied (and possibly explicit) nakedness.
SUMMARY: Another month, another jump, another round of new faces.
NOTES: There is something very easy about waking from the gravcouches this month. The sensation of being watched is absent, and so is much of the sickness - even for those characters who entered Engineering in February. Instead the jump feels comfortable, the stasis fluid warm on your skin, the medbay lights not too harsh as you emerge amongst your fellow passengers. The sensation may be unnerving in its strangeness, but there will be a deep feeling of being well-rested, calm and content, that will not be completely lost no matter how much you question it.
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You wake up in darkness.
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.
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. Others have much less amiable plans. Some are merely alien and inexplicable, but there are always those who might mean you harm.
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: Gravity Couches and beyond.
WARNINGS: Maybe some swearing, or even some violence, and more than likely some implied (and possibly explicit) nakedness.
SUMMARY: Another month, another jump, another round of new faces.
NOTES: There is something very easy about waking from the gravcouches this month. The sensation of being watched is absent, and so is much of the sickness - even for those characters who entered Engineering in February. Instead the jump feels comfortable, the stasis fluid warm on your skin, the medbay lights not too harsh as you emerge amongst your fellow passengers. The sensation may be unnerving in its strangeness, but there will be a deep feeling of being well-rested, calm and content, that will not be completely lost no matter how much you question it.
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.
There are others who have come before you, others who are awakening beside you. Some may be familiar to you, perhaps even friends. Others have much less amiable plans. Some are merely alien and inexplicable, but there are always those who might mean you harm.
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.
lockers!
I beg your pardon? [ She wonders if perhaps he speaks of his family or a friend, so she asks with some worry. ] Who is McDonalds?
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That he knows of, anyway.]
Only the best place to get a bacon burger, milady.
[the milady is ironic, but she doesn't get that, does she. nope.]
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She looks at him curiously for a moment, but unable to understand if that was supposed to answer her question, and with her interest piqued, she continues. ]
And what is a bacon burger?
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Y'know. It's, like... a burger. With bacon in it. You get two pieces of bread and then stick meat and cheese and whatever in the middle. Bacon burger!
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So a burger is meat and cheese on bread? I have never heard the word before.
[ So confused. ]
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What is a restaurant?
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[ She's not entirely unfamiliar with the concept, at least. She just doesn't recognize the word. ]
I am from the kingdom of Rohan, in Middle Earth.
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That's in Europe, right?
[never heard of 'Rohan', but he imagines some place with 'middle' in it should be from that area. And she sounds like she's European, anyway.]
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No, it is in the world of Arda. I have never heard of Europe before.
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[or people who haven't heard of Europe.]
So, you travel a lot?
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[ She remembers having heard of France before, but she has no idea that is in Europe. ]
Not ever before in my life. I did leave Rohan recently, and had not yet returned home by the time I awoke here.
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I'm Hyperion. Call me Hyperion.
[but oh yeah sure let's listen to your life story]
Oh. So you were traveling for the first time, huh? That's tough. That you had to end up here, I mean.
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[ Do not mock the medieval lady and her manners. She is only being polite. ]
Thank you, although the place where I was before is far from a safe one. But I do miss the people who matter most to me.
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I think everyone here misses someone. It may be why some of us find comfort in meeting other people, even from strange places.
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[pause.]
Still miss McDonald's, though.
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Is it not possible to make a-- [ What was it called again. ] -- a burger yourself here?
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Yeah, I guess, but I hate cooking.
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That is unfortunate. I would offer to help, but I can only make stew.
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I like stew.
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