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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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- peter parker,
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- 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.
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[ Don't worry, she's not going to do this 'smalltalk' thing for too much longer. Being naked kind of puts a rush on this kind of thing. ]
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[If vampires spent all their time laughing at humans who think they've 'seen weirder'... well, some of them do waste their time like that, it's like vampire comedy. Mitchell just smiles a bit wryly, mostly to himself, an oh-that's-cute kind of smile.]
Mitchell. I'd say nice t' meet you, or something generic, but let's let you settle in before I start acting like space is this really great place to live.
[And, okay, he risks a glance back toward her just so he can grin at her--teasing, right--but then he catches sight of the empty pod behind her. And yeah, he's a distance off, but he can still see it, and see...
Well. Okay. Claw marks, maybe. Ri...ight.]
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still, he's being nice enough in general, soooo.... ]
Well have a generic 'nice to meet you too' for the road. [ she offers, jerking her thumb back toward the showers. ] I think I'm gonna go wash this out of my hair. And, y'know, not be naked in the middle of the hallway. [ if this even counts as a hallway. ]
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[Any condescension is gone, now--Mitchell sounds more distracted than anything else, because he's still staring at what really looks like claw marks, at least from this distance. Absently, he realises that he's just answered her without actually listening to what she'd said--always dangerous--and looks around at her again, somewhat startled.]
With the hair washing, I mean. But it's, uh. Not that bad.
[Maybe his eyes flick down to her hands, really quickly, just to see. But she's got normal fingernails, nothing like the claws that would be required to leave marks behind, and she smells-- normal. Good, but normal, and he can't linger long in those thoughts or else he'll really start to notice small details about her, like a heartbeat, or the smell of blood--
Jesus. Fuck. Right. Mitchell looks away again, quickly, and he knows he looks a bit like a mental case now, but he can't help it. He rubs a hand over his face, trying to clear his head and start over again.]
I'll-- see ya around, yeah? Later. Have fun.