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

halls!

[littleduck]

[Prim just stares up at Clara with a blank look on her face, entirely taken off guard by all the questions. She's actually impressed that someone is able to think of so many in such a short amount of time, she just wishes that she could remember all of them so she could try to properly answer them.

It takes her a moment, but eventually she nervously smiles and takes a try at helping out.]

This must be your fist day here too. [Wait, that's not very helpful.]

It's my second first day here, but that's not important. Everything is still so exciting. [Nope, still not helpful. Her smile grows as she really gets to the answers.]

I'm Primrose, and everyone has told me that we're in space. On a space ship. [She's so proud of finally using this lingo that other people have taught her, she's almost beaming.]

[memorari]

[ a child? that's new and not good, not good at all. why were children always involved in this sort of thing? why couldn't kids just enjoy their lives without being dragged into horrible situations?

well, at least this one seems happy. ] Your second first day? Since when is that a thing? I thought your first day was your first and that was that? Or is it different in space? [ despite the continued questions, she sounds victorious when she says space. ha, she was right about one thing, at the every least. ] nice to meet you, by the way, Primrose — I'm Clara, Clara Oswald.

[littleduck]

It's good to meet you too.

[She's entertained by Clara, and the manner that she speaks to her. Clara isn't speaking to her like she's a little lost girl, like some other people do. It's nice to just have someone talk to you instead of at you or above your head.]

I had one first day here, but that was a while ago. And then I left, or stayed asleep in my pod for a very long time, and today is my first day being awake here again. I was a number twelve, but now I'm a seventeen.

[She nods down to the numbers on her arm, and gives a light shrug of her shoulders.]

You're not afraid of being in space, really not afraid? Some people I've met here are when they first wake up.