seventeenth jump;

[mathematically]

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

lockers!

[handelaar]

[After losing track of three out of five of his chickens, he's back up to four-for-five, all four shoved into a pillowcase and making a racket while he stalks around for the last one. It's an odd sight, huge grumpy naked guy walking around unshowered and not giving one tenth of a fuck about it, but he turns the corner and sees Chell strapping herself up and that's not an odd sight either. In fact, there's something a little amused and a lot relieved in his expression and he trots up like he halfway expected to see her there. Grunts a "hey" and rocks back on his heels.]

Guess you're back, then.

[With that he jerks his free thumb toward the row of 017 lockers nearby.]

[toomuchtenacity]

[The relieved expression might not stay there long because Chell turns sharply at hearing someone speak. And her own expression is 100% "who the hell are you?".


Okay maybe humans are just as insane as robots. She starts calculating how to get out of the situation if the need arises, taking a step back from the tall naked man with a sack.]

[handelaar]

[Oh goddamnit not her too. His face snaps into something flat and unamused, shoulders falling; running into one facetwin was enough for this jump.]

Your name is Chell, ain't it.

[toomuchtenacity]

[She nods. Then points to him. Who are you and how do you know her?]

[handelaar]

[Ugh. He sighs and lowers his chicken-case.]

Guess you don't remember being here. [Awkward. Shuffle.] I uh. Used to know you, I guess. Don't punch me this time.

[Maybe he should... yeah just gonna take a step back.]

[toomuchtenacity]

[Frowns slightly. What?

Why would she punch you?]

[handelaar]

[Yeah he's not sure if that's a question about her being here before or her punching him. Welp. Time for yes-and-no.]

You're not gonna punch me, right.

[toomuchtenacity]

[Shakes her head. Not yet anyway.]

[handelaar]

Right.

So uh. Knew you. Earlier.

[toomuchtenacity]

[She nods. Yeah she got that. Though apparently it involved her punching you, so you're not winning much trust here.]

[handelaar]

Do you... still like growing - potatoes?

[toomuchtenacity]

[She looks at him for a moment before remembering someone brought up the fact that she'd grown potatoes here.]

[So she gives a definite nod. Because she has no idea if she does, but apparently there are some here that are her's and that's enough for her right now.]

[Sure why not. She'll figure it out later when she finds them.]

[handelaar]

[So he doesn't smile, but something about him definitely brightens up - he straightens up, almost goes onto the balls of his feet before shutting it down with a sharp nod. Approving. Dude loves farm talk, it's a problem.]

Good. Your bird's still there, I think. Unless it - [uh shit] - mighta turned into a splat during the jump, if no one put it in a couch.

[Welp.]

[toomuchtenacity]

[She's going to figure out a way to ask, what bird, when the word splat comes up.

Her lips thin. Oh great, she's killed a bird now too hasn't she. She does not look pleased.]