ataraxionlogs | seventeenth jump;

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.

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[Prim pauses in her wandering around the locker area as she spots Takeshi. He looks so young and doesn't like the fact that he's sitting there all alone. So she puts on a smile and walks over to stand before him, and sits down on the bench nearby. Close enough that they can talk, but far enough away they can have their space. Her hands fold up in her lap and she smiles down at him.]

Are you waiting for someone?

Ah! [Who, him? He straightens up and looks at the girl, something curious and content in his expression. Space sickness? Bah! Not when there's someone here to talk to him!] N-no, I was watching everyone. I like to see if everyone's okay! Do you?

[Oh, he is just adorable. Prim can't help but smile wider and nod at his question.]

I like to watch and see if everyone is okay too. Sometimes it feels a little hard to do with so many people here, but I think you're doing a good job.

[Laughing softly, she ducks her head a bit.]

I'm Primrose. What's your name?

Takeshi...

Have you been here a long time? Do you want to sit with me?

I've been here for a little while. Not very long, though.

[She slides over to sit a little closer to Takeshi, still smiling so he knows she's enjoying his company and not just sitting with him because he's smaller than she is.]

How about you? If you've been here for very long, have you found very many things to play with? Does the ship make sure you have a toy in your locker? Or a game maybe?

[Oh!! He brightens a bit at that.]

I have toys! I really really do; Mr. Ned made them for me out of wood, so I line them up before the jumps in my locker. I line them up in a row in there! That way they don't ever get lost while I'm sleeping in the big pod.

That's good, nobody your age should be without at least one toy.

[She laughs, thinking of the little doll she had as a small child.]

Do you have friends here that play games with you, too? It's been a while since I've been able to play something, I think it might be fun to try again. If you don't mind me doing that, I mean.

Oh... I don't play with a lot of people. There's not a lot of little kids.

...

You would play with me?

I'd love to, really love to. [Laughing, Prim glances back toward the lockers. She wonders what all toys Takeshi has lurking in his locker, but doesn't ask to see them. She knows that at thirteen, she's too old to really play but she also is aware there's not many other children here and doesn't mind spending some time acting like a child again.]

You'll have to teach me how to play some of the games you like to play, okay?

Oh! Games are good. I like to make up stories--with all my toys! I have farm animal ones, and I even have a dragon. Sometimes he's the bad guy, but sometimes I like to have the princess ride on his--his back. Or her.

It can be a lady dragon, too.

[HE'S EXCITED OKAY very few people talk to him about games and toys]

Of course it can be a girl dragon.

[She adores that manner of thinking, and feels that he's got a good head on his shoulders if he's able to be so young and realize that girl dragons are just as neat as boy ones.]

We could make up a story right now, if you wanted to. About your animals and your dragon. And the princess can be a regular girl maybe? Someone that's just as ordinary as we are, but lucky enough to get to have animals to be her friends.

... I really like that story.

I used to have a animal friend! He was a panda.

[Hoi Hoi... :'|]

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