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]

I have never met a mechanical engineer who was not a Builder. [ She can tell that saying this would be confusing. At least now, after the months she has been here - long enough to know that no one understands the City without her first explaining. ] The Builders are the machines that maintain the City. They build and restore the crumbling walls with a programmed speed that we cannot control.

I am a scientist, as well. This body is not technically the same model I helped design, but it is similar. [ She takes a look at her hands calmly. Yeah, no. This body in particular may look similar, but it came from an alternate reality within her own reality. It's slightly different in that way, but never enough to bother her. But she is pleased to know that he knows at least a little something about genetics. It may be helpful later on. ]

[inebriety]

[Well this sure does ring alarm bells. Everything she's just said fits remarkably with what Reed Richards had been trying to do. Tony reminds himself that they stopped him, that Reed isn't going to jump out of nowhere and carry out that dissection he'd promised him.

Besides, the Children of Tomorrow had shown themselves capable of making wiser decisions when their leader had been removed from the equation.]

Influencing evolution?

[watashinonamaewa]

Evolution? [ A small silence. Then she shakes her head. ] There is nothing to necessarily evolve. More so modify on.

And according to the Bio-Electric Corporation's standards, this body has received the most optimal engineering. Even with limited knowledge, you should know that it is difficult to balance the chemicals of the body without adverse side-effects — so we simply stopped at this model; which has been modified for extended longevity in particular.