ELEVENTH WAVE

[astrogate]

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

[bring_em_down]

Depends on what you want. I have coffee.

[cargojet]

Fills me with reassurance, thanks so much.

[ But he manages to stumble along. Thankfully medical isn't that far, but it feels like a half marathon to Nathan. He's exhausted. ]

[onsilksheets]

Don't like coffee that much. Got anything else?

[bring_em_down]

As of now? Not much.

[onsilksheets]

How about this? You owe me a favour and I can call on it whenever.

[bring_em_down]

Deal. You come through for me, I'll come through for you.

[puppydogeyes]

[Castiel's gaze turns away and Taylor's follows it, though she ends up looking at the dogs in question, waiting curiously, still covered in blue fluid, Windsor idly scratching at his ear.]

They don't know it's space. But they miss being outside and rain and-- [She cuts herself off with a heavy frown, one that looks almost pained, confused. Caught up in talking about shit that she shouldn't be saying (Castiel knew her name, did he know her pathos?), that didn't matter. Answering the question when the fact Castiel was asking it at all didn't make any sense. She looks back at him.]

You alright? You've been gone and now you're... [Acting weird. Supremely fucking weird. She shifts slightly, a stiff, stilted motion, realising how close he's standing.] you're talking different.

[onsilksheets]

That's fair. [A beat.] I'd shake on it but I'm a little underdressed at the moment.

[bring_em_down]

I'll take a rain check.

[puppydogeyes]

[Taylor's frown turns into a scowl all too easily, though Eames does seem to have a special talent for having it happen quicker than anyone else.]

Strawberries.

[The other bag in his hand, Strawberry Twizzlers, and even if there's the chance there's no real strawberry in them, Taylor's too trained in the necessity to stay away from the word. She turns back to the locker enough to grab a shirt, haphazardly pulling it over her head, damp hair left in even more disarray than usual from the motion.]

You want them?

[Because he was here and he was holding them, and what was Taylor going to do except have them take up room somewhere until she figured out who to give them to.]

[onsilksheets]

I should go anyway. I'll contact you if I find anything.

[lawyer]

You can run a ship on twenty people.

[he replies without too much concern. It doesn't sound like there were a thousand people in that first wave at the very least.]

So how long's that? I know we're in space and time shenanigans but there has to be some sort of time keeping somewhere on this ship.

[bring_em_down]

I'll look forward to it.

[A nod and a smile, then, and he goes to find his glasses.]

[shoyu]

It seemed like there were always a few people who reacted to the jumps more poorly than others. Some who were more disoriented, more nauseated, more confused by the sudden change of circumstances. And that was understandable! How distressful it must be, to end up in this place so suddenly when already unwell! So Soysauce always made it a point to look around the locker rooms once he was finished dressing himself, not only to make sure he could pinpoint a few familiar faces, but also to keep an eye out for any people who might need a little hand.

No surprise his eyes eventually landed on the beautiful young woman who seemed to be having some trouble with her legs, standing somewhat unsteadily near the lockers.

It wasn't any sort of obvious stare he fixed on her, and he made sure not to be too conspicuous -- wondering if perhaps she was waiting for something? But after a while, he couldn't help approaching her, staying a polite distance away as he gave her a small nod in greeting. "-- ah, are you alright there, m'lady? You seem a little confused."

[ironsights]

[ it's making less and less sense. clearly the kid's mistaking this place for someplace different. kazama frowns for a moment before speaking steadily, his words blunt, but not harsh. ]

There's nothing like that here. No game, no ball, no points. You might be thinking of back where you're from, but this is a differen place.

[ a small sigh. ] Not everyone here's been dead before.

[0000]

[ a robot? zer0 looks over wheatley for a moment, trying to make out any recognizable emblems or logos -- hyperion's, in particular -- before just reaching out and loosely grabbing wheatley's wrist. pulling his arm up a bit, as if testing for any robotic joints. none to be felt. ]

Why are you lying?
I have fought robots before.
You're not a robot.

[lawyer]

A Senior Partner working for Pearson Hardman, best law firm in New York. Not like that means anything to you but I might as well put it out there.

[You just go keep being smug over there Edgeworth, Harvey's just going to keep tossing his baseball up and down in his hand.]

[0000]

[ he's quite pleased, actually, to see her making an earnest effort to imitate his manner of speech. it's rather endearing! and he'd smile, if it weren't for the subject of handsome jack coming up once more, making his helmet flicker a disapproving :| ]

Handsome Jack is scum.
A coward who challenged me.
He deserves to die.

[ not quite answering her question, but it'll have to do. that holographic emote fades away quick enough as he changes the subject. ]

... and what are you?

[fuckinghysterical]

Too bad you didn't get to kill him, then.

[It answered what she was curious about anyway; she didn't really need any elaboration and figured that it'd be better not to talk about him anyway.]

Me? Sometimes an Octopus, sometimes a Beauty. [She smirks, knowing that explanation must be confusing.] But formally, I worked for a PMC; a mercenary of sorts, I suppose.

They called me Laughing Beauty, but most call me LB around here. Haha... what should I call you?

[bruxisms]

...Any why did they leave Eastwatch?

[ a look of annoyance. he had given specific orders, yet perhaps it would seem that his lady wife had seen fit to disobey him. were he a different sort of man, he might demand punishment, but the woman had her own manner of authority, and he was a man of honour.

so instead, he merely frowns, moving his teeth from side to side. ]

And did this Tormund Giantsbane arrive as a friend or foe?

[ And another question. why was the wildling princess roaming freely?

Perhaps he would ask Jon Snow, but the boy knew nothing. ]

[lawyer]

[Harvey watches her with a hint of a smile. He likes Sera already, Sera adapted to survive and survive she did. There's something to like in that.]

If you ever want to practise, I'm always up for it. Nothing wrong with throwing these around for a bit.

[It's always good to find someone who appreciates the art of baseball, he thinks as he runs his fingers over the material of the sphere.]

And please, call me Harvey. No reason why you should call me anything else.

[majestyofthethrone]

[Her smile is beautiful. It's not a smile she shows often, and it brightens her eyes, makes her face fill out a little. She takes his hand and shakes it, purposefully, then writes out]

It's a deal, Harvey.

[lawyer]

Okay, Chapel. [He has to stop himself adding Nurse at the front of that] Do you know me? Because it sounds like you know me or someone like me.

[You don't just approach people out of nowhere like that, especially someone like Harvey without good reason or familiarity. Harvey can read it as clear as day. This Chapel guy is shifty. He'd remember someone as shifty as him.

He's totally judging you. Totally.]

[doc_pompous]

"If anyone can do it, it's you."

And he says that with all sincerity, because if Kaylee can't find whatever's wrong with the shuttles, Simon sincerely doubts that anyone else can.

"Casey, the, uh…Jayne lookalike, if you've met him. He was talking to me about the engineering crew. How are they? Do they know what they're doing?"

[the_vishual]

[ It's hard to find the right words--difficult. Very difficult. She quiets but it's not out of sorrow, it's more to attempt to explain the situation. ]

Yes. Though he does not call me daughter and I am not to call him father.