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ataraxionlogs2014-05-07 08:58 pm
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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.
pods | showers | lockers | super open the most open
It's not Netherlands. Dude has probably never screeched since the 1200s. His voice is too low to accomplish it now, anyway.
No, it's not Netherlands.
It's this goddamn rooster.
He grabs for it, it screeches. He throws his towel at it in a desperate attempt to capture it, it screeches. He finally gets a hold of it, by the tail feathers, and it flails and - yeah, screeches. The unholy sound issuing from it sure as hell isn't a crow.]
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[Netherlands doesn't bring the abomination around to the showers. Angry talons shouldn't be anywhere close to peoples' junk. Instead he has a tiny wet not-fluff of lop rabbit in his arms, and as soon as he gets the water temperature right, he crouches down and starts washing his rabbit off.
His rabbit, though, might have other plans. Do you look friendly? Are you smiling or laughing? Are you doing something interesting or have a friendly animal accompaniment at your side? If so, one (1) tiny wet rabbit is probably hopping your way, and one naked, cursing Dutchman chasing after.]
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[In the 002 row of lockers there is a continuously muffled racket happening. Netherlands ignores it in favor of dressing himself and cooing at his rabbit.
Fuck that cock. Seriously.]
Pods
When he hears it again, he sighs and follows the noise. It doesn't sound like anyone's panicking yet, but a horrible noise like that can't be good. Someone could be getting hurt, one of those weird monsters could be in the pods...
...Or it could be poultry. He stops dead in his tracks and stares at Netherlands.]
What the hell is that?
yooooo
Sorry Firo, he can't look at you while answering.
Also, sorry Firo, he's super naked right now and does not give one hundredth of a shit.]
An asshole!
[hissed out, and with feeling. It's not quite clear whether he's even registered that he knows the voice asking the question, yet.]
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Yeah, I can tell. Where'd it even come from?
[He should probably offer help, but finding out what the heck's going on is more important now.]
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Arima. Get the towel.
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All the stuff there and that's what you bring back?
[Did this dude not see all the cool knives? The sorta-palatable booze?]
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Still doesn't look up though, just in case.]
Needed a rooster. [KIND OF. WRESTLING IT - there. The entire affair is downgraded to squirming beneath the towel, and he glances up for a moment.] Not all I got.
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...Hell do you need a rooster for? Doesn't seem good for much but trouble.
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[Said like it's super obvious and should not require any elaboration at all. Eggs, yep.]
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[Not that Firo is by any means an expert on animals. There were a few people back in Hell's Kitchen who boldly violated city code and kept chickens in the tenements, but his family never did.]
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[Because that makes any more sense. At least he has a hold of the rooster - and stands up.]
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[Now he's really confused. He finally takes a second to think about it, looking up at the ceiling thoughtfully (and to avoid looking at the naked guy in front of him. No offense.)]
...So you want baby chickens?
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well, Firo figured it out. Netherlands grunts an affirmative and nods, mutters - ]
Chicks.
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[He wonders if he should be embarrassed that he didn't even think to snag an animal or plant. Knives and food are all well and good, but a food source that can replenish itself--to an extent--is even better.
Eh, he's not going to dwell on that. He takes a few steps away to pick up a towel someone must have dropped on the floor and tosses it to Netherlands.
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[Josie got a goat, but that's all he knows, and saying so is too close to small talk for him to bother with it.
So about that towel.
It gets tossed and, having a rooster in both hands, Netherlands ends up blinking down at it on the floor. Uh.]
Can't catch it with my dick.
[aaaaaand the potential pun there also sails on by and joins the sad club of cartoon volleyball and spacetowel.]
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climbs in here late.
derek literally just wanted a shower, was on his way to the shower, relishing the fact that for the first time he's not crippled by jump sickness, and he stumbles over this cacophony. derek winces at the noise, scowls at the flapping, towel-covered menace in ned's hands. ]
Does it ever shut up?
[ like this is clearly ned's fault. ]
shhh there is no late!!!
and then the sheer magnitude of knitted brow in the immediate vicinity opens up a new black hole in the floor of medbay.
But really - his scowl pretty much mirrors Derek's own, and as such, he addresses his gripe more toward the rooster than the guy who asked the question.]
No. [Huff. As if it's heard them, the rooster starts screeching all over again, and Netherlands has to - not shout, because he doesn't shout - he attempts to raise his voice though, assuming that it's low enough to carry.] Can't kill it, though.
[YOU KNOW, SUPER CASUAL, HE KILLS ROOSTERS ON TUESDAYS.]
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[ it's only half-sarcastic. derek's actually genuinely confused about why ned wouldn't kill it. he doesn't look particularly pleased with the bird either, and who doesn't want a chicken dinner these days? ]
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[Which isn't the core of the reason or anything but he's feeling grouchy and taking it out on bitching about the rooster.]
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[ which derek apparently takes as the deciding factor in all of this. ]
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[This is going to be a thread of one word tags isn't it.]
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What did you trade for it?
[ with the insinuation that ned has clearly overpaid. ]
Wasn't there a girl here who took care of chickens? She'd probably be better at it.
[ aka outsource your problem, man. ]
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It also pisses him off. This is going to be gr8. I can't remember what teen wolves can pick up on specifically but there's an entire emotional gamut of offense at Derek's insinuation, some righteousness, and then plain hurt and loss. So do whatever you want with all of that.]
There was.
[Was is ground out, and even someone without the cheat codes would be able to tell that it's a sore spot.]
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I didn't know.
[ he hadn't even really known jaye, just saw her in the gardens, heard her post about her chickens. ]
I didn't know her that well.
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She took care of the animals. Wasn't here, last - two jumps ago.