ataraxioff | BABY YOU CAN DRIVE MY CAR

Good afternoon.

[Username aside, Fraser is currently not wearing his dress reds but is decked out in the more practical brown uniform.]

I am Constable Benton Fraser of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police and while I have a great many questions about our current, collective predicament, I will leave those for another time. I am, however, looking to trade for some neetsfoot oil.

[Off-screen there's a wuffle and whine that Fraser turns to address while still leaving the broadcast window open.]

...no, you may not have a space doughnut. They're bound not to be any better for you than the ones from Chicago.

[ There's something unpleasantly jarring about waking up covered in blue goo to just about anyone - particularly when you didn't go to sleep in said liquid. It's even more jarring when any kind of technology is about as far from normal as her 'pets' would be to most aboard. The lack of clothing seems to be of little concern to her as she moves away from the gravity couch, away from the breathing tube that had left her gagging and rubbing at her throat.

She's confused. It's obvious, it's written all over her face in fact. Daenerys is so unbelievably over her head, with no one at her side to help her through this. No Queensguard, no bloodriders, no dragons-

...No dragons.

Well, now she has a priority at least. Once she's managed to at least look past the strange apparatus in the room, once she's jumped slightly at doors opening and managed to force mental blinders on and just look forward (and not around) she starts to look. If you find her before the showers, congratulations. There's a very naked, very angry Targaryen ready to yell about ~~you guessed it~~ dragons. If it's after?

...Well, at least she'll have clothes on. ]

[ what do you get when you cross a teleporter with a spaceship in an alternative dimension??

you get a young woman furtively skulking around an empty corridor, swearing under her breath as she rubs irritably at the tattoo on her wrist, occasionally popping out of existence for a second only to appear further down the corridor. each instance is punctuated with a "FUCK!" that is getting increasingly louder and louder. ]

Well this ain't my ship.

[ Fresh faced, surprisingly clean and decidedly more cheerful looking than some of the other faces emerging from the pod things she'd woken up in, of course the first thing she does is start asking questions.

With a pleasant enough smile on her face, of course. Heaven's forbid she starts anything off on the wrong foot. ]

Now I'm not saying this one isn't lovely because she sure is, but it's not mine, you know? So if you'd just be getting onto the radio and hailing Serenity for me, it'd be real appreciated.

[ There's a bit of a pause. Maybe she should say a little more. Or- no, that'll do. ] Thanks for your trouble!

[ nailed it ]

[ there'll be no panicking here.

or well, there's a brief moment of panic. when the fluid drains and the breathing tube is removed she stares around with wide eyes and muffled sounds of distress, but by the time it comes out and leaves her coughing that's over with.

the environment is strange. she's not seen anything like this before, she's left here far more exposed than she'd ever like to be, and she's alone. not surrounded by men about to ride off for battle, not a few feet away from the slowly dying embers of a fire, not carefully polishing her sword as she waits for whatever tomorrow was supposed to bring.

she's here, and everything is cold and harsh, sterile in a way she's never known before. she doesn't even have words to describe it. éowyn goes through the doors when they open because there's little other option, trying to hold onto what's left of her modesty as she looks around but honestly, it doesn't get much easier.

...they don't have shower knobs in middle earth, okay. this is going to be a long day. ]

[ the fact is that Lizzie Bennet has no idea what she's doing. Sure she may look as if she has a clue what is going on around her but really, she half thinks she's stuck in one of Lydia's post alcoholic delusions because this can't quite be. Lizzie Bennet had watched Star Wars like the next girl but sci-fi was named so for a reason.

And still, here she was. and you can find her making quick work of her comm device and clears her throat. ]

so do you know this moment when you find yourself abandoned in the middle of a spaceship with a number slapped in your arm like some weird Planet of the Apes adaptation instead of being at your own house doing your Grad school seminars?

...I guess you do know this moment, only I never quite expected to know it myself, especially after not having drunk anything last night and still...here I am.

[ she makes a face at the comm and tries for the most sarcastic smile in her book. ]

My name is Lizzie Bennet, and this is space.

[ a beat. ]

...No I still can't believe I just said it.

Edited 2013-09-29 19:18 (UTC)

[ Hello Tranquility, and good morning. Amidst the general confusion and wooziness that comes with the wake up of a jump is one person who is literally anything but woozy, anything but confused.

Sally is confused, for the record. She's incredibly confused, but it's really not important right now. What is important is the solid feeling of metal under her fingers. What is important is the scalding sensation of deliberately hot water stinging her skin. What is absolute ecstasy is walking along hallways with her fingers running along the walls, touching doors and opening everything she can find - doors, drawers, chutes, anything.

Pretty much consistently during this, she's either laughing hysterically - like, crazy person laughter, seriously, or she's just gasping and grinning like she's constantly discovering something amazing. She hasn't, but even if she had found something there's a far more important occurrence at the minute.

She can feel things. ]

[waking up in a strange place without one's clothes on is really not that unusual on the Island. Except Ben knows the Island so well that this new development concerns him. As he struggles to get his bearings, he takes note of his surroundings.

The surprise on his face is short-lived. He quickly adopts a more thoughtful expression as he gets some clothes on. Time to find out where he is, why he's here, how he was brought here, et cetera]

[Where is he? What has he done to deserve this, whatever this is? And how does he get out of here? Cecil wanders the corridors in a daze, his hands trembling slightly.

He saw stars out of a window, sewn into the endless, yawning expanse of space. His gut churns, but he's trying to remain calm, to remain professional. It's not like he thought this would never happen to him. He was just hoping he'd be older, much older, old enough to be insensate and indifferent. Old enough that he wouldn't have any dates to miss.

He stares at the device in his hands. It looks a lot like his own phone, if maybe a slightly newer and sleeker model. There are messages coming in, voices and words from people he does not know. He murmurs to himself.]

Oh, Cecil. You're far from home, aren't you?

[He speaks more directly into his device.]

I don't know why you've chosen me, my new and hopefully benevolent alien overlords. But I strongly hope that whatever experiments you conduct will leave no long-term physical or psychological scarring.

I'd also really appreciate it if you could finish up with me before Friday. There's this movie I want to see, and it's kind of a date thing, too ... you know.

[ Waking up in a stasis unit with a tube down his trachea is— not actually unexpected for the soldier. Familiar, even. He moves smoothly and with purpose, pushing against the opening doors, letting the initial dizziness and nausea wash over him as the fluid drains, gripping the edge of the unit with his right hand as he steps out—

Because his left arm is missing. That is unusual. And not only is it not in the room with him, there's no one else here. No doctors, no needles, no injections waiting, no mental stimulation prepared. Just him.

Huh.

Arm obtained from his locker, showered, clothes on, rifle strapped to his back, sidearm in his right hand and a second stashed at his hip along with a small (small!) collection of knives, the soldier steps onto the elevator as directed. Here's hoping what he finds at the top is orders and not a room full of civilians wondering why this new guy is carrying so many guns.

Of course, if he finds neither, he may be a little, uh. Confused. ]

Edited 2013-09-30 06:51 (UTC)

[

NO.

gendry isn't having any of this bullshit. he really isn't. so he doesn't really take much time to stare dumbfounded at the gravity couch or the queer blue gunk that clung to his skin. he washed that shit off and got on some pants. approach him at the lockers and you're likely to find yourself talking to a brick wall.

approach him anywhere else... and you're likely to find yourself talking to a brick wall. but someone just took him from is forge and dumped him into the queerest place he has ever seen, there is no way in the seven hells he is going to be cheery about this.

just no. ]

Kaylee--

[He sees her wandering around from across the Medbay and Simon practically vaults over an exam table or two in his quest to get from one side of the clinic to the other as fast as he possibly can.

He only trips a little bit, be very proud.]

Kaylee!

[Okay. Okay he is here now. Just. Just give him a second.]

Are--are you all right?

[ see arya. see arya taking off her shoe and throwing it.

throw, arya, throw! ]

[Lisbeth got most of the screaming out of her system in the med bay, when she'd woken up feeling disoriented and violated and angry. She wonders for the better part of the first day if she's been drugged, if this is an hallucination, if she's back in a psych ward--and when she feels the roiling unease start to settle, she spends hours in the room she's been issued, crew uniform dumped unceremoniously in her trash bin as she sifts through the functions on her device, absorbs as many posts as she can from the network without engaging yet.

Today, she's camped out in a media library, dressed in the few clothes she was given from home: plain black tank top, worn grey cargo pants, combat boots that are propped up on the table in front of her as she pores over a datapad. She tends to be more covered than this when she's not at home, but two of her tattoos are readily visible: the wasp on her neck and dragon curling over her shoulder blade.

The contents of her inventory are spread out around her--one lukewarm can of Coke, a half-finished pack of cigarettes and lighter, a small leather backpack.

Is smoking allowed in the library? Either way, she doesn't give a shit: just holds a cigarette between her lips and flicks the lighter on, lets smoke curl through her nostrils as she works.]

Edited 2013-09-29 21:08 (UTC)

[ WHAT THE FUCK? ARE YOU SERIES?

shoe hit head and gendry curses a few lovely words that certain very honorable people might clip him over the ears for, but whatever they don't rule his life. he spins around, ready to growl and generally demand what the hell that was for until he sees her. arya.

and he kinda just... stops. ]

Calling all comas
Prisoner on the loose
Description
A spitting image of me
Except for the heart-shaped hole
where the hope runs out

[The feed goes quiet for ten seconds. Then:]

Where is the METROPOLIS?

[lyrics from I Appear Missing by Queens of the Stone Age.]

[Poppy shrieks when she slips, pink dress shielding her body above the lacking attire the ship provides for those who have barely woken up.]

Why is everything so--bloody slippery!

[SHE CAN'T PANIC PROPERLY IN THESE CONDITIONS.]

[ hair hair brushes her shoulders now. she's gained weight so she no longer looks as much like a malnourished rat. even her features are more feminine; she's not so easily confused for a boy anymore.

the narrowed grey eyes, though, are the same as always. ]

Go back! [ as if he can figure out how to get there. she even points and everything. ] You can't be here!

[ she looks different, not as skinny as before. like someone actually gave her something to eat at long last. but he recognizes her, those eyes are hard to forget.

gendry scowls, resisting the urge to rub his head where her shoe had hit. he won't give her the satisfaction. ]

I don't want to be here.

Then leave! It's what you're good at!

[ the magic of friendship at work ]

[ There's a man in the corner. He's been there a while, maybe. It's hard to tell; he doesn't make much noise. He sits with his feet propped on a chair, holds a datapad in one (metal, armored maybe?) hand, occasionally swipes with the other to turn the page, doesn't do much stand out.

At least, not until she lights her cigarette, but although it's the light that catches his attention, the can of Coke is what holds it. Such a simple thing. He doesn't move, but nods to her. ]

Care to trade?

[ friendship and a+ communication skills. ]

No. [ partly because he can't and it clearly is annoying her that he is here. ]

[ josh hears her well before he sees her. sadly, it's easier to assume it's someone else with an uncannily similar laugh or maybe a mild auditory hallucination than it is to assume it's actually sally; that's not even an option. by the time he realizes it's not going away, he's mostly just annoyed.

he spends another few long seconds trying to ignore it, but by the time the insane laughter's nearly reached his door, he gives up. and he's absolutely ready to tell whoever it is to please stop, but then he opens his door abruptly and— ]

Oh my god.

[ it's sally. sally who's facing the other way and doing something weird to the door across the hall, but still counts. ]

Sally?

Far enough away to be measured in light years, I imagine.

BABY YOU CAN DRIVE MY CAR

Benton Fraser RCMP | DueSouth

daenerys targaryen | a song of ice and fire

( briar | original character )

kaylee frye; firefly

éowyn; that one with a ring or something?

lizzie bennet | lizzie bennet diaries

Sally Malik | Being Human (US)

Ben Linus | Lost

cecil | welcome to night vale

Winter Soldier | Marvel Comics (616), pre-Cosmic Cube :')

gendry | a song of depression and pain

yyyyyeeeells a lot

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lisbeth salander || millennium trilogy

jor jor bonks | stor wors

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hyperion crius | OC

poppy chadwick | OC

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oH MY GOD hi

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