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

[watashinonamaewa]

Yes. Dhomochevsky was someone I knew in the City. [ Someone of importance, but not in the same regards as Killy.

The scales are smooth against her fingers - even through her suit, she can feel that in the places that are still young, it practically feels like a skin. Rough in texture like someone's old worked hands. ]

How big are fish usually? I have never seen one before this creature.

[ringbearer]

[ he makes a size with his hands, hardly so large as this fellow they stare at. ]

Hardly as large as yours, I'm afraid. Was this Dhomochevsky a friend of yours?

[watashinonamaewa]

[ There's a short glance between the span that Frodo holds and to the coelacanth. It's difficult to imagine such a large thing being so small... ]

Something like that. In body he was my enemy, but in mind he was a protector. At first I thought he only wanted to harm me — to separate me from Killy. He only wanted to take me to safety...