thirteenth 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.

[Note: The December event, including the stasis comas and network malfunction, is underway! Please see the mod post for details if you haven't already!]

Comments

[cocksauce]

John's going past the new 013 lockers and thinks about how the 012 lockers were the new ones during the last jump. It strikes him as weird that people get assigned new numbers that are in turn linked to their own lockers and rooms. No one around here repeats or reuses any of the old numbers, right? Not for the lockers, at least. But he's heard of people moving into different rooms or occupying vacant ones, and he vaguely wonders exactly how that works.

Oh hey, a person. Someone looking kind of sick, standing at a locker.

"Hey. You doing alright?" He approaches, casually but cautiously. Hey, never know if anyone here will suddenly react weird and apeshit or whatnot. "People say it gets easier to deal with the second time around, but that's probably not true for everyone."