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

[fuckinghysterical]

LB gives Murphy a dubious look at his suggestion. He really didn't look like he could handle it at all, judging by the way he had to brace against the wall like that. However, with the way things were going, he might actually be better off without her fail brand of "helping" too.

"You're sure?" She gives a frown while asking, obviously hesitant. "If you really think you'll be okay, I can leave you be."

[yardbird]

Now now, don't be so harsh on yourself, LB. It's not fail-helping, it's...

Well, you tried.

In truth, Murphy really didn't think he was going to be okay. No amount of bullshit existed for him to even be capable of convincing her otherwise.

But he did want to be left to his own devices at this point. Maybe even look for Anne, if she were still around...

Ow.

"Y-Yeah, I'll be fine. Trust me." He gripped his stomach, willing himself not to puke again just to prove that he really was bullshitting her.

[fuckinghysterical]

That motion really didn't do anything to convince LB otherwise, but she was getting the hint that he didn't really want her around, and honestly she didn't really blame him. So she smiles just a bit unnaturally and raises a hand to rub at her neck.

"All right, I'll take your word for it." A laugh passes, before she adds: "I'll leave a thing of instant noodles for you later, okay?"

[yardbird]

Murphy really wasn't a world class actor when he needed to sound convincing. Even more so now than he ever was.

"...Okay, uh. Thanks."

Also for not killing me.

Welp. Time to hobble off to his room and hope for the best...