12th wave;

[learnedtosmile]

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.

Comments

Manfred von Karma also does stuff - OTA any location

[atmnumber0001]

At least waking up in the sticky liquid of the gravity couch wasn't as unnerving as last time. This time Manfred had actually known what to expect, though he still disliked it immensely. Coming out of the couch, though, completely naked with his shoulder exposed, was worse than the last time. He knew Franziska and Edgeworth were here, along with others who seemed to know about the murder he had committed ten years ago.

The first towel Manfred spotted he used to wrap around his waist, but he made a mad dash for the net towel he saw, putting it around his shoulders. Ah, now he felt better.

Going through the motions of the jump, he finally came to his locker, whereupon he opened it to find a prized possession. His prosecutor's badge. He never actually displayed his badge for others to see, but having it sent a wave of relief through him. Now he was a true prosecutor again, he had proof of his profession. It was a shame he didn't have his favorite business attire, but at least he had the badge. He could keep it in a pocket.