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

[mutelunatic]

[Chell's used to people coming up and talking to her, so it takes her a second or so to notice Nill's presence.

and it's only when she gets the creeping feeling that she's being watched. she's on edge, thinking it's GLaDOS being a creeper who creeps and peeks, but she looks down and notices a girl staring at her.

Chell looks at Nill for a second, shrugs her shoulders, and goes back to sifting through her locker.]

[culver]

[Wow this is the first time someone hasn't responded to Nill's presence. She's intrigued, and shuffles forward, and now her wings are fully visible, poking out from behind her shoulders. She folds her hands behind her back (the material of the jumpsuit feels so strange). She cocks her head to the side in an entirely avian manner.]

[mutelunatic]

[the approach catches Chell's attention, as do the wings, but honestly after seeing robots as people and knowing about all of Cave's messed up experiments regarding mantises and men, angel wings...?

yeah, Chell's seen some shit, so she won't question it. obviously the girl is interested in something, and she looks back at her locker at the bird in its cage, and at Nill.

she motions to the crow as though to ask if that's what she was interested in.]

[culver]

[It's nice to not be stared at while trying to have a conversation (heh). Nill watches the gesture until Chell finishes, and then nods. Yes, she was incredibly correct. The bird was what had caught her attention--but Chell's lack of speech has kept her interest. She takes another step forward, extending a curious hand. Could she get closer?]