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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,
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- 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.
no subject
Considering this is my third month here, yes. I can.
[ casually, elizabeth rolls up the sleeve of her gown and points to her own tattoo. ]
We follow the numbers. [ she takes a cursory glance at his arm, and then swings back to stride several aisles over until she reaches the locker with a match to the numbers. making sure he is paying attention, she matches up the combo and the locker door gapes open. ]
There.
no subject
He waits until he's pulled on the underclothes and is fastening up the jumpsuit, to awkwardly offer: ]
Thank you.
[ Not quite looking at her. The ring onto his smallest finger, the amulet around his neck, the cards into his pocket—he looks at her after that, belatedly. ]
Three months? Can you tell me what any of this is?
[ The ship, he means, and their presence there; he doesn't sound quite as skeptical as before. ]
no subject
but her gaze does not linger, because there are more pressing concerns for her this jump. perhaps for the better, or in the most likely case, the worse. she can't get the sight of her mother's sleeping face out of her head. ]
You are welcome, sir.
[ when it sounds like he is dressed, she glances back in his direction. ]
I count the days. And certainly. We are aboard a ship from the future called the Tranquility.
But it is large enough by my reckoning to be more aptly called a city. We sail through the stars instead of upon water. There is a window you may look out of in the cargo bay to see for yourself.
no subject
After her explanation he frowns at her for a prolonged moment before deciding: ]
You're serious.
[ Which doesn't mean he believes her, exactly, but he at least believes she believes it. He drops the boots from his locker on the floor—they look the right size, but that doesn't mean he's going to put them on—and takes out the small black... thing... last. ]
What do they want with us?
no subject
she nods, twisting her hair between her fingers again to wring it out. ]
I cannot blame your scepticism, for I shared it when i arrived. I can take you to the cargo hold and show you the view from the window, if you like.
[ she tilts her head at the small.. black thing, but does not ask what it is. instead, she raises and lowers her shoulders in a shrug. ]
To work and run this ship, so far as I have seen. For me, personally, I would rather that than be at home.
no subject
[ So maybe it is true. His locker has been emptied, so he shuts it, and looks again at the numbers there and the numbers on his arm—no. He'll do better to remember it by location.
Unfortunately, her second statement destroys his burgeoning complacency. ]
We've been enslaved? [ But he isn't entirely self-centered, and she did look miserable before. ] I'm sorry for whatever makes that your better option.
no subject
[ this is not a perspective on their situation which has never occurred to her before. she blinks once, but reins in the frown which would otherwise show upon her face.
no. no one will see her weak any further today. enough. ]
To be honest sir, that thought has never occurred to me. I am unused to the ability to choose.
[ because her life has always been guided, decided and directed by her parents and others who would be her 'betters'. weh weh, poor rich girl.
but his sympathy touches her, and she smiles faintly. ]
As I am sorry that you were stolen from a place where you have more freedom. Here, if you would like to come with me, I can show you the view of the stars.
No matter what the true nature of our situation here is, you are not alone.
[ he has a friend here, if he wants one. ]