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Kᴀʀᴀ (sᴛᴀʀʙᴜᴄᴋ) Tʜʀᴀᴄᴇ ([personal profile] astrogate) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2012-10-07 10:59 pm
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ELEVENTH WAVE

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: Keeping up with the tradition and copy pasted like always from the last one


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.

circumitus: and me reduced to ash. (the hazards of love)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-10-08 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
Rey had no interest in wasting her time here. Let's face the facts, she had no business being among the general populace at the moment (as if she ever did). The feeling was so mutual that it only increased her desire to hurry up and get out of there.

So she did, picking herself up out of the locker room and leaving the area at a faster pace, albeit with a slight limp. The injuries she'd sustained recently wouldn't let up, and she wasn't in any way eager to stick around the medbay to let them take care of it. At least by now, she was in a state in which she could walk without stumbling.

Good enough for her. It was also a good thing that she had such a high pain threshold, or this would be far more unbearable than what it was worth.

She would just take it upon herself to hobble down the hallways, maybe head towards the oxygen gardens or someplace where she didn't have to see anyone's face. She didn't want to think about anyone at the moment.

Actually, she tried not to think about much of anything. It wasn't in her nature to think. Only do what she was told, nothing more.