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]

[Well, he's seen crazier things than talking to a cat. He overhears it before he sees it, though, and has already opened his mouth to speak before he takes in the situation. There's a hesitation, but he might as well talk if he's close to somebody.]

Nice cat.

[anthropos]

[ Data tickles spot behind one of his ears at the compliment, and still speaking to the cat, swivels just slightly toward Clint. ]

Yes, you are a nice cat.

[ And his gold eyes flicker upward. ]

Spot has been sensitive about her appearance since the shower. She does not appreciate getting wet.

[bring_em_down]

Most cats don't.

[It's so unusual, though...] I haven't seen anyone else with a pet.

[anthropos]

There are a number of others on board, predominately of a similar genus, while the same coat configuration makes up thirty percent of the ship's present population of Felus Catus.

[ Spot is not appreciating the petting, no matter how persistant Data seems to be. ]

There are, however, a variety of other species, some of which are reportedly extinct.

[bring_em_down]

No kidding. Extinct animals on the ship? Looks like I'm missing out on some things here and there, still.

[anthropos]

Perhaps so. It is my understanding that between jumps, these creatures reside in the wild areas of the onboard gardens. If you were interested in seeing them, that would be the best place to begin your search.

[bring_em_down]

That's what I was just thinking. If they're anywhere, they want the wilderness. Unless there's a branch of the SPCA.

[anthropos]

The SPCA? [ Curious android is curious. ]

[bring_em_down]

Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals. They have animal shelters, let people adopt pets.