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

[testgasm]

It took him a moment to understand what, exactly, Chell meant with the forceful jab in his direction, and he stopped short, trying to parse the meaning. He had to backtrack in his own mind, thinking of the last thing he'd said.

Oh.

Wheatley laughed, nervously, pretending to not quite get what she was trying to tell him.

"What, me? Obviously not dead, here right now. Not sure what--what you mean."

[mutelunatic]

She wasn't buying it, and her face grew serious, suspicious. While GLaDOS lied about, well, a lot of things, the way I'm assuming the former robot had told Chell about her death...

Well...

What would GLaDOS gain from lying about that?

Chell shook her head, pointing at him once again and crossing her arms. Her eyes were narrowed, staring him down. You know very well what she meant, and that nervous laugh only proved it.

[testgasm]

She definitely wasn't going to let this one go. He frowned, pausing, trying to figure out the best way to approach the situation. How did she know? GLaDOS must have beaten him to her, gloating about what had happened in his imagined Aperture.

Though it was slightly embarrassing, it meant he knew something She didn't--which gave him a bit of an upper hand on Her, as far as that was concerned. If She didn't know he was alive...

But for Wheatley, in this moment, it was neither here nor there.

"Uh, well, Sherlock drowned in the pool. Awkward all around, that one. Then She tried to kill Topher, you know, Topher Brink, sort of--twitchy blonde in the sweater vest, you've seen him. Had a go at me, too, in the event you were at all doubting her continued murderous tendencies."