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]

Or it could be soon, heheh. You never know, around here.

[She suddenly glances up thoughtfully, realizing that she had the start of a proper haiku format without even trying. However, she had nothing for the last five syllables.]

It's nice meeting you too, Zer0. Heehee! Regardless of what goes on, I suppose I'll be seeing you around more, yes?

[0000]

[ a small nod of his helmeted head before the gleaming surface lights up with a holographic <3. though his voice still remains at that same clinical monotone, that little emoticon is a good indication that he's pleased by this arrangement at least. ]

I'll be here for now.
Waiting aboard this vessel.
'til we meet again.

[fuckinghysterical]

[LB was almost caught off guard by the changing emoticon, unfamiliar with what it was supposed to represent. As she tilted her head to the left, since most emoticon faces were formed that way, her guess was that it was a smiling person who had a hat on so big, it covered their eyes. But Zer0 didn't wear a hat, unless that was supposed to be his helmet? Never hurt to ask.]

Ah! One last thing! Eeheehee -- what's that one supposed to mean? I'm unfamiliar with that one too.

[0000]

[ that little <3 lingers for a moment longer before flickering out of sight, and the curve of zer0's helmet is blank once more as he speaks. slowly bringing up a four-fingered hand to tap at the chest of his sneaking suit. ]

That depicts a heart.
A symbol of affection,
or perhaps friendship.

[ and then a casual wave of the hand as he steps towards the exit. ]

[fuckinghysterical]

A heart? [She manages to tilt her head the other way to glance at the image he projected, finally understanding what Zer0 was getting at.] Ah! Heeheehee! Now I see it!

[LB's smile stretches at his comment, while bashfully turning her head away -- she really wasn't used to people suggesting possible friendships so openly.]

Y-yeah -- eehee -- maybe we can be friends.

[Her own hand lifts in response to his own.] I hope you can find a decent challenge, in the meantime!