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

[mingus]

[ he pauses for a moment, hesitant to take the help offered but he does end up doing so. linking his arms with her, he gives a nod and a grin. ]

Alright, alright. I'll go with you. Thanks, Toshiko. I'll get better at this -- really.

[ex_sorted385]

I know you will. [ She smiles back, and her tone is light, but she sounds certain of it. You start to get a sense for the kind of people who don't lose their heads in a crisis, and Auggie seems like the kind who can handle things. ]

Meet you at the lockers? In case you want someone to make sure they didn't put a mousetrap or a box of tacks in yours. I think there's ultimately some sense to this place, but I think also think it's trying awfully hard to convince us there isn't.

[mingus]

[ he laughs and nods. thanks for the vote of confidence, tosh, that sort of eases his mind a bit. ]

I can pretty much agree with you there. I highly doubt the mouse trap or tacks but it might help to have a second look. [ a beat ] Or well, a first look.

[ex_sorted385]

I'm used to being the one who lets everyone else know which direction the trouble's coming from, I think I can handle Operation Locker Inspection.

[ This is definitely going better than her first jump. Of course, this time she didn't wake up in a place she didn't recognize wondering why the hell she was bathing in slime -- same amount of slime, less wondering where it came from. ]