twentieth jump;

[hypospray]

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 



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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.


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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 y͏̵͟o̡͘͡u̶̧͘͟r̨̀́̕ welcome party.

Comments

medbay

[organfarm]

Uh.

[ jion, on the other hand, isn't staring at the ceiling -- he's staring at roy. he's in the med bay and was organizing a drawer full of tools in the back room, only to walk back into the main area and find a patient (?) sitting there engaged in that quiet activity. jion stares for a few moments, puzzled, before he spots speckles of red. a little concerned noise as jion steps forward, grabbing up one of those clipboards with sheets to take notes on patients. ]

Hey man. You doing okay? Where're you hurt?

[fallasleep]

[ Roy laughs at those words. Where is he hurt? Where doesn't he hurt? He reaches out to grab the stranger by his wrist, dragging him forward until his hand slams against Roy's legs. Then he smiles, a slight and crooked thing. ]

I can't feel my legs. [ He tips his head. ] I don't suppose that clipboard of yours will help with that?

[organfarm]

-- woah! [ a startled little noise when he's yanked forward, and jion almost faceplants right into the bed. barely manages to keep his balance as just stares at roy, thoroughly confused. ]

... uh, no. No, pro'ly not. Although it, uh -- it's mostly just for taking down your name and stuff like that, not actually -- uh. You know. It's not medical equipment. The clipboard. But you knew that. Right?

[ he rambles when he nervous, and jion shakes his head to try and shut himself up. brows furrowed as he stares at those still legs. ] Did that start after you got here? Because if this is something that happened during the jump, I gotta go fetch someone else who knows better about the jumps.

[fallasleep]

[ The jumps can take someone's legs from them. Roy laughs quietly, a dark little thing without much mirth, and he finally lets go of the boy's wrist. It's not nice to bully, he thinks, and Roy determinedly does not think about the possibility of having his back healed.

(They have a spaceship; why can't they fix a broken spine?- But no, no, he's not going to think about that. Hope is poison; one that kills him too slowly.)

He leans back onto the medbay bed. ]

It happened before I came here. [ He drawls out the words. ] What about that?

[organfarm]

[ roy leans back, and jion gives a nervous exhale, gingerly pulling his hand away from that leg. ]

Um. Then I guess it's more, uh -- what I'm used to. Like, you know -- physical trauma and stuff like that, I can recognize, but I still don't know much about those jumps. I don't even know if they can hurt you? People made them sound pretty safe ...

[ he scratches at his head, trying to wonder how to deal with this situation. ]

Uh, can I ask what kinda injury caused this? Oh, and I guess your name would help, since we kinda gotta keep records and stuff.

[fallasleep]

[ There's a part of Roy that feels bad for the boy in front of him who is obviously ill-equipped to deal with someone like him. Only a very small part, because the rest of him basically shrugs and thinks that, quite frankly, the stranger deserves it because he approached Roy in the first place. It's not as if Roy doesn't give off a certain air of fuck off and stay fucked off.

(Or maybe he doesn't on this ship. A frankly ridiculous number of people have approached him today.)

He leans forward, elbow digging into a thigh he can't feel, his eyes wide and lips stretched into a smal so wide it's almost a snarl. ]

What if I don't want to answer?

[organfarm]

[ oh. it's one of those guys. jion's dealt with a few patients like roy while he was still in the army -- guys who refused to cooperate, trying to make everyone's lives more difficult -- and he sounds a little exasperated when he sighs. scratching at his temple with the back end of his pen. ]

Well. If you don't wanna give your name and stuff, I can't make you, or you'll just lie. But -- if you don't say anything about the injury, then I can't really help you, y'know? If you say whether it was physical trauma, or because of a disease, or deteriorating joints, or whatever it is, I can at least look into seeing what might help.

[ pause. ]

Or if you're just here for the bed, I can get you a wheelchair and get you to your cabin? It'll be quieter there.

[fallasleep]

[ Now he reminds Roy of a nurse. Maybe that's what he is? Roy doesn't know of many male nurses - just orderlies - but that again, he's on a goddamned spaceship, so what does he know, really?

He rubs at his nose, tipping his head to the ceiling. ]

I'm used to places like this. [ A little dryly, his eyes darting sideways to look at the stranger. ] Stayed in the hospital all the time before coming here. And if you want my name, you should give yours first.

[ Alright, maybe he's being childish. That's the second time he said that and he doesn't even care about this man's name.

A pause, then- softly. ]

I fell.

[organfarm]

[ 'i fell.' so, physical trauma. probably damage to his spinal cord from the fall? scrawling that down on the clipboard, jion chews at his lower lip a bit -- wondering if technology here's good enough to transplant a spinal cord? he's not even sure if he can regenerate those, come to think of it. ]

Um, okay. Got it. I'll see what we can do for that.

Oh, and uh -- right. I'm Jion.

[ an awkward little laugh as he taps his pen against the clipboard. ]

I'm in the army back home so I'm used to having the nametag, y'know? I was a medic, so I'm helping out here. But uh -- in the meantime, is there anything else you're having trouble with? Nausea, headache, dizziness, anything like that?

[fallasleep]

[ I'll see what we can do for that, Jion says, and Roy hates him. Hates him with a sudden passion, burning beneath his skin, because he can't help the hope that nudges at the corners of his heart at those words. And he hates hope, but he can't hate something so abstract, so he'll hate Jion instead.

Roy closes his eyes, breathes out through his teeth. He rubs his eyes with both hands. ]

Nothing. [ He shrugs, and opening his eyes, glancing momentarily at Jion. ] I fell months ago. I have no other injuries than that.

[ A pause. He looks away. ]

Roy.

[organfarm]

[ jion, of course, is entirely oblivious to the burning hatred that's directed his way, more occupied scrawling down roy's name on the clipboard in the chicken-scratch that he calls handwriting.

to be honest, he's not sure if anything can be done for a guy with spinal cord damage, but hey -- he can at least try! after all, this is space. maybe they've got super special space-medicine? ]

Okay. Okay, that's good! I mean, you know, s'bad enough ending up on a spaceship when you didn't sign up for it, right? No need for any more complications, heh.

[ a small nod as he unclicks the pen and puts the clipboard away. it's enough if he's taken down the name and injury, right? ]

Um, for now, I guess I can just try and make you comfortable? Things're probably gonna be a bit hectic for a while until everyone's done cleaning up from the jumps and stuff, but once that's all done we can get a better look at what's going on.

[fallasleep]

[ Jion is babbling, and he's far too old for Roy to even bother listening. He tunes out half way, only coming back when he hears the voice stop, and his eyes flicker sideways again. ]

I'm good enough here. [ He shrugs. ] Though water will be nice.