ataraxionlogs | thirty-fifth 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: You wake feeling cold and alone. There is a strange sense of emptiness, and the jump holds no surprises for you. There is nothing buffering the jump sickness and disorientation for you this month, and those still suffering the lingering effects of August's plot may find it more difficult than usual to get through the post-jump routine.

New arrivals will find messages spraypainted across their lockers telling them not to follow their tattoo numbers, and instead to find a room on Floors 001-010.

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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.

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As long as I have a choice, I'll always come back to you.

[a variation on his previous promise, but one he'll do his best to stick to. he doesn't know what's going to happen during their stay; there's no way he could. but he can at least try to stay by her side.]

[She looks at him a long minute, like she assessing how true this is, and then she nods one and rubs her eyes.]

Okay.

Okay, I believe you.

[there's a tension released at those words that castiel isn't aware he was holding. a relief at the fact that she really hasn't given up on him yet. easing the gap back between them again, there's an almost serene smile on his face as he wraps his fingers around the slate in her hand.]

We both need to rest.

[because there's nowhere else he'd rather spend the night than resting alongside her again]

[Predictably, Seraphim has not been sleeping more than a few minutes a night, ever since she got sick. The Jump helps a touch, but not enough to make it worth her while, and she sets her slate down. Castiel knows her. He knows her well enough to know that she is exhausted.

So she takes his hands, too, and presses close to breathe in the smell of him, and then her arms are around his neck for a hug, before she's tugging on his coat, to get it off so he can lay next to her.]

[the prompt is more than enough to get him moving, stepping away to take off his coat. despite physically removing it though, it's between one blink and the next that he's instead clad in the clothing he'd taken to wearing to bed; white scrubs that'd come from his stay in hospital. ones comfortable enough for him to relax in, despite the connection.

there's a moment spent looking between seraphim and the bed, before he's rethinking his plans.]

Do you need to go back to your room first?

[for something to get changed in to.]

[She's wearing her jumpsuit - it's not her usual attire but she's been using it more and more post jump, because it's just simpler, especially when usually she just heads back to her room to try and sleep.

And she can sleep in it, so she shakes her head, and reaches for him again, to tug him onto the bed with her, to try and shape her body against his, in a way that's comfortable. She just wants to sleep. It's been a long time since she's had someone to watch her do it.]

[he doesn't fight her prompting; let's her move him around until he's in the best position for her. his comfort comes from being in her presence above all else. comes from being able to drop his guard and curl up around her and keep her close. to be selfish in his own way.

his arms find their way around her, covers pulled up to protect them from the outside world. to keep them hidden from the trouble that's undoubtedly waiting for them on the other side of the door. they can deal with the ship in the morning though. for now, he has everything he needs.]

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