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

[talkstoengines]

Edgeworth! [Kaylee's just finished getting dressed, and there's no way she's going to stay away from her friends, just to check up on them after the jump. She's here, there's no stopping her.]

You doin' okay? [The dog gets a scritch behind the ears, in true Kaylee fashion.]

[jurisimpudent]

[And the dog, in response, immediately presses joyously against Kaylee's leg. This is not an aloof creature, but instead one that's won over by the briefest bit of attention.

Edgeworth makes a slight face at Pess' shamelessness, then looks up to Kaylee.]

I am. What of yourself?

[talkstoengines]

[Kaylee happily picks up the little dog, ignoring Edgeworth's face, because he's just a silly man.]

I'm doin' okay. My folks here are all accounted for.

Your folks okay?