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

[kingofbabylon]

[ The question is completely ignored as a smile pulls across Justin's lips - relief washing over him, though selfish in that Brian's still stuck here, and apparently had been without him. Dodging around a couple people, he makes his way over to him, a hand grabbing at the front of his jumpsuit. ] Were you here alone the whole three months?

[ And then it registers that it's one of those hideous jumpsuits that's under his hand and he blinks down to it, then back up at Brian. ] Christ, what have they done to you?

[heterophobe]

[ it's impossible to pull away with Justin's hand leashing him in place and instead of breaking down, of hiccuping or hugging him, or pulling him against his chest and holding him there, Brian looks irritated. spent. his time's being exploited for purposes that hold no value for him.

were you here alone the whole three months?

he blinks, jaw locked, why, why do we always have to have these heartfelt moments? ] That would've been ideal. Do you have any idea how many people show up each jump?

[ Brian looks straight at him then, as though forced and shrugs. ] They gave me a makeover fit for an inmate. No man is too good for this stunning year-round shade. [ he winds out of Justin's grasp, freer in his own space. ] My clothes are in my bedroom. I figured if I wandered there bare-assed, I'd have another compliant filed from the Do You Mind? department.

[kingofbabylon]

[ Justin translates that as basically, yes, Brian was here while Justin was disappeared for three months and any number of hideous things could have occurred. Not that he doubts Brian has the capacity to handle it, but Brian's method of handling shit generally comes out as Fuck Everything That Has A Dick And Breathes and Get An Embarrassing Level of Shitfaced. ] I'm sorry I wasn't there. [ fuck you, he's going to be heartfelt if he wants to.

He drops his hand from him, unperturbed, while a smirk crosses his expression. ] And since when do you care? Brian fucking Kinney, forced to observe modesty on the behalf of others? My oh my, what is the world coming to?

[heterophobe]

[ it consisted of a lot of Make People Feel Shitty For Their Feelings and some Reach Such a Level of Shitfaced That You Wake Up Naked Behind Your Bar. but let bygones be bygones. he lives by sweeping things under a rug that has gotten quite lumpy, where nothing is as hidden as it's supposed to be. gag him now, please and no, there won't be a thank you. he snarls without sound, looks disgusted as he always does when sorry comes up like indigestion from someone's mouth. ]

Probably around the time I realized the people here are savage enough to string me up by my dick and skin me alive. [ alright so, not all of them. just most. ]

[kingofbabylon]

[ Well that's nothing really new, and Justin ignores that not-snarl and lets the subject pass - he'll have to ask someone else if he wants to figure out about that waking up naked behind the bar thing.

But hold the mofoing phone, what now? Justin makes an 'oh hell no' face, blinking up at him. ] What? Did someone threaten you? [ Well, Brian is irritating and it's really a wonder he hasn't been blocked on everyone's comm device yet, but for violence to actually come up? ] I thought the Do You Mind department just consisted of Edgeworth, Erik and several other prudes. [ a pause ] ...I guess Erik wouldn't be too surprising. But I spammed him with porn and he didn't care.

[heterophobe]

No one threatened me. [ and fuck you, he'd face his battles and fail psychotically. always does. it's the same snubbing of facts that he always states, morbid humor without the laugh to accompany it. he's started to believe that he could die (but then again, he's never really been terrified of his own demise.) ] But people have been dropping like flies. Speaking of falling off the nose of the space ship, Erik joined those ranks or went home. However the fuck that works.

[ ... ] When did you get X-rated flicks?

[kingofbabylon]

Erik did? [ the most deadpan of voices ever: ] Oh heavens no, how will I ever recover from this travesty... [ He does, however, get a little more serious looking when he considers that other thing that was said. About the people dropping like flies. And the death. Yeaaaah... ] Murdered or... like Hotspur?

[ oh, wow, this is awkward. uhm. see justin's 'please don't hate me but i did a thing you won't be happy about oopsy' face ] Uh, so, you know how the comm devices have a record and store feature? [ about that... ]