ataraxioff | Test Drive Meme

We won't know until we find them. We can't even be certain their ability was to teleport.

[ he wouldn't have bothered for just about anyone else. carol though, he makes the effort. ]

Working shower? Like the CDC?

[ daryl's eyes narrow in suspicion and he looks over her shoulder, sizing up the rest of the people moving past them. ]

[His future self wouldn't react that way. He'll change, he knows that, but he'd at least know what was happening. Wouldn't claim this was a trick.

Which leads Simon to believe this is a trick. Who is he, if not himself? Why does he seem so dismissive at discovering someone who looks in every way identical to himself? Almost identical. The numbers on his arm are different, Simon can't help but note. And Simon's certain he doesn't carry himself the same way this other man does.

He follows him to his locker, at a distance, but he sees no sense in hiding. He's been seen, after all. He's glad he's already found his own locker, and is now wearing the uniform he found inside. He feels vulnerable already. On edge from finding himself in a strange, unexplainable place, this double only helps to add to his nerves.]

Who are you?

[He wants to sound confident, but he doesn't. His voice comes out a little too harsh. Cracked. Not at all the voice he needs if he's ever going to be able to live up to the man in the mask.]

I don't think it's ejaculate.

[He hopes. He really hopes.]

You should find a uniform in your locker. The same number as your tattoo. [Although he does seem to have a lot of tattoos...] Your new one.

You know they've got showers for that.

[ Blatantly making fun at his goo-covered expense, though he really has no right to be. Nathan spent a good four hours in crusty goo before he got cleaned up. But what starts out as open mockery shifts quickly to a thoughtful, only slightly disturbed non-answer to his questions. ]

Hang on, if it is alien ejaculate, do you s'pose it's like in Aliens and they've impregnated us through our mouths?

Yes. [The smile fades into a frown.] It seemed safe. [Well, safe relative to wherever they are.

She turns her head to follow his gaze.] I haven't seen so many people since everything started.

[she's just gonna keep doing what she's doing, eventually dragging the chair through the doorway or whatever it is they have and stopping near the counter.]

I don't have that kind of time, so it has to be like this. [AND SHE EXECUTES A TEENY BOW] Please excuse me.

[THEN CLIMBS ONTO THE CHAIR and starts reaching up in the cupboards, apparently searching for something in the spice rack! or whatever the 5000 AD equivalent of that is, idefk]

maybe for a small fee. what've you got to trade? we're all space pioneers, now, surely we've worked out a barter system.

well we're in luck then, because i haven't got any of that and it's a good thing, too, because apparently this has been the shittiest spaceship ever in existence until now. you're lucky i've shown up to fill the dick and twat quota, inject a little life into the future's frigid veins

i s'pose we could always solve this pedophile issue by switching to video though i warn you, i've been told i'm upsettingly good looking. you may want to take a seat so you don't hurt yourself

[ and he doesn't even have a reply to that, other than to take a quick, almost wary glance around as he moves a bit closer. it looks like he's about to divulge some kind of important secret, but- ]

Maybe a bit of heavy groping. [ still keeping a straight face, by the way. ]

[ Powerless and lesser are feelings that occupy the entire life she was reborn into, and while she is no good at smiling, playing genial or turning the other cheek when the gods deemed fit to slap her in the face, she had nearly perfected being demure. Unlike many little girls she does not cry (alright, a little, but no more than reason; no more than the few tears that cling to her eyelashes and refuse to fall down her cheeks) or put up a big fuss when the others who have woken in the liquid beds with strange tubes shoved down their throat to gag them start to move toward doors at the end of the room. ]

[ Jeyne is naked and shivering in the goo, but she walks. Everyone is naked and she figures she ought not feel as exposed and ashamed as she does, but still wraps her arms around her body and shuffles with her head down. It is a wonder she does not run into anyone, and a given that she does not see him. ]

[ The hands are familiar, though, and terrifying. Goose flesh runs up her arms that has nothing to do with any chill and she balks; spine stiffening and knees locking up as if she could possibly dig her heels in and refuse to be moved. But the water of the shower is running and he has the element of surprise with which to drag her under the spray. Blinking and spluttering, Jeyne shakes her head to clear the sopping hair and sudden assalt of water from the nozzle out of her face. The white of his knuckles makes her heart rise in her chest, threatening to worm up her throat and out her mouth. Seeing the white of his face and she might just cry, but avoiding his gaze might just anger him enough to give her a reason to cry. ]

...M -...my lord. [ Uneven words to match an uneven heartbeat. ] I did not... not see you. I did not know you were here.

[The goo he could handle, really, as he troweled it out of his hair and off of his face he knew that this could be much worse.

As in, he could be dead or trapped in limbo instead of... Aboard a really strange ship.

Arthur really just wanted to get dressed and figure out precisely where he was - it was lucky that he found a bank of lockers and one that was open and with clothes in it. He happily got dressed and went about his information seeking mission.]

if it's going to be anything like your drawing, i'm preparing myself to be underwhelmed.

[ but she'll wait for him to go first before turning on her own video feed. ]

I'm fine. We're on a ship, only it doesn't sail on water. It's in space - the sky. And it's not magic.

[Merlin pauses. Even describing it like that, it sound crazy. So he adds something else.]

And I swear I haven't been at the tavern.

[John looks at him for a long time, trying to decide what to say. There may be a thousand other men who look just like him here but John recognizes how he moves.]

You know there are about five other people here with your face.

[He was still trying to get his hair to lie flat when the stranger approached him, and Arthur just raised an eyebrow at him. The information was, well, not new to him, but still interesting.]

It's up to five now?

I'm estimating, but yeah, about five.

[He takes a long moment here.]

Do you remember the last time you were here?

[Contrary to the other newcomers here, Lumpy Space Princess doesn't seem particularly disturbed or upset. Disgruntled, yes, irritated, definitely-- but certainly not panicked or terrified. She scowls and grumbles to herself as she taps at her communicator and floats through the crowds.]

[ There are a lot of familiar faces on the Tranquility, at times. For such a small population of people compared to worldwide, they've certainly gotten a few similar characteristics in the gene pool - Tommy and himself, were it not for lifestyle and age and the particular set of their jaws and eyes, Brendan, that boy who likes to drink, so on and so forth.

So when he spots him out of the corner of his eye as Eames passes through the lockers, he almost dismisses him entirely. But it's the particular brand of angles Arthur has that makes him definite, and despite himself he pauses and maybe stares a few dozen seconds too long.

This asshole. ]

[ jax has had some wild nights, but this might be the first time he's woken up in a pod, naked, and covered in blue shit. what is going on?? ]

[He gives the girl an easy grin and a lazy little salute.]

Hiya, darlin'. You new here?

[Who's that werewolf that smells inexplicably of pack?

Remus. Aww yeah. And it's Remus' head that snaps up, his nose that sniff curiously-- hullo, that's a new scent.]

Amateur. I've seen better. If you're gonna do a dick, do it right.

[He rubbed the back of his neck for a moment, stalling.]

No. I don't - I was here before?

[Ariadne had warned him, but that had seemed like a dream to him, and this was getting disgustingly complicated very fast.]

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OH, GOOD. I'm glad to hear it.

Pretty sure I'm taking Simon from Christmas, BUT HAVE HIM ANYWAY.

RUDYYYYYYYYYY

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Trying this again, Arthur | Inception

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Lumpy Space Princess || Adventure Time!

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jax teller; sons of anarcy

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