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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.
derek hale + puppies | lockers | ota.
or he was doing that, before he wound up with an armful of puppies.
he'd offered without really considering the matter any farther. tyke had looked stressed, and derek had just held his arms out without thinking. how much trouble could four puppies really be?
famous last words.
currently derek's just holding the squirming pile of them in the crook of each arm while he tries to open his locker one-handed without any of them squirming out of his grip. he's still dripping, a towel slung around his shoulders, one puppy tugging at it with its teeth, trying to yank it down inch by inch. derek's scowling at his locker, frustrated with his string of failed attempts.
derek's life, how has it come to this. ]
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[ no, that is literally it, that's the tag.
to hell with how dizzy she feels, puppies. ]
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Yeah.
[ a little awkwardly, because what is he meant to do in this moment? ]
Can you hold a couple of them for me?
[ aka watch them like a hawk because these are tyke's, and derek would spontaneously combust from stress if one of them wandered off. ]
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Yes!
[ and then she's freeing two of the puppies. without second thought, arya plops down on the floor. she coos at the ones she has, clasping them safely to her.
she beams at derek. ]
Give me the other ones!
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Can you keep track of all four?
[ there is literally only one correct answer here, arya. ]
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[ Kate rounds a knot of people and lockers, both hands raised to towel at the dark and dripping fall of her hair, and stops short looking at Derek. Derek and his arm full of puppies. Her head's already tilted to one side as she wrings her hair out and it only adds to the air of incredulity. ]
I knew not feeling sick this jump was too good to be true. I've finally snapped, and I'm hallucinating my way into a scene from a really cheesy made-for-tv movie or a firefighter calendar or something.
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I'm not a firefighter.
[ is this a step up or down from being called a lumberjack? derek isn't sure. and right now he isn't really about to consider it any further than he has to. ]
Are you just here to stare?
[ one of the puppies makes a yipping noise, wriggling for freedom. derek's going to give up on his locker in about .05 seconds. ]
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Kate makes a face like she's considering just being there to stare, since he asked. Because she's a jerk and it's funny and truth be told she wouldn't be opposed. But a serious escape attempt is being made and Derek is clearly having locker issues, so she grins and slings her towel over her shoulder, stepping over, hands out. ]
Here, let me help. Where did you even get puppies?
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[ derek eyes her outstretched hands warily. they're tyke's puppies, not that he's going to be freely admitting that. what he's worried about is handing off the puppies, about someone else holding them. ]
Open the locker for me instead.
[ as he steps back, readjusts, gives up on keeping the towel in place. ]
If you're actually trying to be helpful.
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its the usual song and dance. stumbling out of the pods, covered in gross goo, trudging to the showers to rinse off. at this point, caroline's pretty sure half the ship has seen her naked. wrapping her towel around herself, she moves back towards the pods to check the pods of those she cares about, making sure they're all out.
tyler is her first stop. (he always is)
and of course, much her to her dismay, as she approaches the pod, she finds it sealed and full of tyler's body. she lets out a frustrated sort of sound, pushing against the glass.]
No. You're not staying in there, Tyler. I'm not doing this again. [ she's not spending another month without him, not when he's the only thing that's going right for her on the ship at the moment, everyone else is falling apart.]
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Caroline.
[ a little awkward, because derek feels like he's intruding, but he knows what she is. he's sure she's heard him approach and hesitate, there's no real point in beating a retreat. ]
It's only going to be a month.
/flies into the sun
But I was gone last month. [ and lately people keep disappearing.]
no wait come back
You're here now. [ which is kind of the problem, nice work derek. ] You'll be around when he wakes up.
[ it's the most awkward attempt at comfort, but derek says it like it's true, like he's certain of it. ]
lala can't hear you i was flung!
i take it back!!
/listens to smash mouth
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wow where did this notif go
i ate it
roood
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Rebecca's feeling pretty good, considering the whole engineering sickness thing, and she's got some sweet loot from Arima (knives, mostly, and some space entertainment and clothes). There had also been far too much meat on the place, even if vegetables were the norm; she hadn't seen many pets, which she hadn't wanted to think about.
And now there are puppies.
She doesn't think twice about coming right up to grab Derek's towel before the puppy manages to pull it off (even though that would be quite the sight, she has to admit), the other hand giving the puppy's head a quick rub. ]
I think this one is trying to give everyone a show.
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They're trying to get back to their mother.
[ derek does not sound particularly endeared. ]
you knew this was going to happen
he sidles up with his hands in his pockets and a bounce in his step. he doesn't look like he's in any particular hurry to help derek or anything though; i mean really, does that sound like stiles?]
I know the pack's gotten kind of small lately, Derek, but i don't think you've entirely thought through these new recruits..
i did i did
[ derek tells him, before taking a step back from his locker with a sigh. he should have thought this through better. he probably just shouldn't have taken responsibility for the puppies in the first place. ]
They're not mine. They're Tyke's.
[ it's a slip, sort of. stiles had known tyke before, and derek references her casually, like the name should still mean something. ]
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[stiles grins and bobs his head a few times like he knows what derek's going on about, darting forward to scritch one of the puppies behind the ear. he pauses then to regard derek a bit more seriously, head cocked slightly to one side.]
And "Tyke" would be...?
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[ the puppy yips, which sets all of them off, squirming intensifying. derek sighs, takes a minute to adjust his grip on them before stiles question sinks in. he does something like a double take, remembering belatedly. stiles doesn't remember. derek's still getting used to it. ]
She's head of Security. [ because identifying her that way is easier than trying to put a name to anything else. ] I've known her a long time. I trust her.
[ lbr, there's no higher stamp of approval when it comes to derek. ]
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i know you going to kill my prose but let me dream
murders it
it's not human. but derek doesn't have a label for it. if there's anything the tranquility has taught him, it's that if it's not from beacon hills then who knows what the fuck's up. ]
They're not mine.
[ immediately, like he's anticipating the question. ]
You should get someone to make you a leash.
[ says the man with no leash in sight. ]
so rude 8( and yet predictably so
Alright, pot. Just call me 'kettle.' [ a beat. ] He's young yet, I'll learn him.
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Careful.
[ his tone is a sharp reprimand. one of them is already close to freeing itself, another is about to pull a towel onto the lot of them, a third is nipping its neighbor. they're little, and he's worried derek's going to drop one. ]
They're not a bag of flour.
[ will smells like wet dog and jump fluid and, strangely, viscera. the puppies are interested in him, as he starts to ease them out of derek's arms. ]
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[ derek says irritably, though at least half of that reaction is because will's taking the puppies away, and derek's irrationally worried about losing track of them. he doesn't even want to consider what he'd say to tyke if someone made off with a puppy. ]
If I put them down they could get stepped on.
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Hey there.
[ he clicks his tongue at it, gives it a finger to nurse so that it stops wiggling, unbothered by the prick of little teeth. he looks up at derek again, scoops up a second one, who sniffs eagerly at him. ]
Where did you manage to find puppies, anyway?
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