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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.
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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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He blinks, unable to keep himself from blushing a bit. Even after being through so many jumps, Firo's still very much a prude.]
...Uh, right...
[He didn't really consider that. Perhaps he just hoped that, in the name of decency, the towel would embrace Netherlands of its own accord and cover up what needs to be covered.
With that obviously impossible, he supposes he'll have to help.]
Do you want me to hold your chicken for you?
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Rooster.
[Being a complete pedant is more important obviously.]
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He sighs and glares at Netherlands.]
...Does it really matter? A bird's a bird.
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[Are you going to explain that? No? ...no.]
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[It's still a chicken in his mind.]
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[That's a yes. By the neck and the feet, Netherlands hands over the rooster.]
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Is it really safe to hold it like this? What if I choke it?
[He's keeping his grip a little loose on the neck--hopefully the bird doesn't decide to take advantage of that.]
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unfortunately "choke the chicken" is not a Dutch euphemism, and if it weren't post-jump with the brain fuzzes and all that shit he'd probably (maybe) latch on, but in this case? That too goes right into the joke graveyard. Instead he's annoyed enough with the rooster to roll his eyes outight.]
Then it'll shut up for two goddamned seconds.
[If only PETA was here.]
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Firo eyes the unfortunate rooster with suspicion but tightens his grip nonetheless. It shouldn't be enough to endanger it, thankfully; Firo doesn't want to be held responsible for what happens to it.]
They don't make any less noisy ones, huh?
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They haven't yet.
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Yet?
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Yeah. Not yet.
[He finishes wrapping up the towel and then reaches out.]
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[He gladly hands back the bird.]