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

its okay, we can roll with it uwu

[dwellsonthe]

[It's incredibly easy to pick a cat out of the crowd here and even though Bardo's been aboard the Tranquility for all of an hour, he's already becoming used to picking out people. But the main point of this is the fact that he spots ears out of the corner of his eye, catches the downtrodden curl of a familiar crooked tail and before he realizes it, there's a tap to Konoe's shoulder and a Setsurian standing there expectantly.

Asato hadn't remembered him, so hearing his name come from Konoe's mouth is enough of a relief to drag a little chuffing purr out of him, ears pricking up, eyes bright.]

I was hoping it was you, Konoe. [HE WASNT SURE OKOK, BUT A FELLOW CAT WAS A WELCOME CAT REGARDLESS.]

[tailcrook]

[That voice, that noise, he's unmistakable.]

When did you get here?

[Just a second after asking Konoe ducks his head, squeezing his eyes shut over asking something so obvious. Or is it? Could he have forgotten how long it's been? He just can't make heads or tails of things this time. But he gives it another try and lifts his eyes back up.]

Are you alright?

[That one's more relevant, surely. No matter if it's the first time, the third, the eleventh - a jump is never simple to wake from. But he's able to ease some of the worry in his expression, noticing the older cat's cheer.]

[dwellsonthe]

Mmm, an hour ago?

[He scratches at his chin, looks thoughtful. He's not necessarily sure that count is right, time here doesn't seem so easy to pin down and the surroundings and haze of jump have left him a bit unsure. Either way his tail gives a friendly shake and he nods.]

Alright as I can be in this sort of thing I think!

[Which is to mean he's sore and his arm and head hurt and he's so so so confused....but it's manageable. Especially if his perceived cheer can lighten the worry in Konoe's eyes.]

[tailcrook]

[Success, Bardo! At least a little; Konoe's tail gives a small sweep in return as he heaves a sigh.]

I'm still... sort of not. [Really, listen to him. Words? What - ] But it is good to see you made it safely. [Emphasis on safe he's seen some shit] Asato and I... the only cats. For a long time.

[A long time is right. Without a haircut in months, his having quite a few inches more hair than before out to be a clue to that. He lifts his head a bit more, going on - ]

Are you headed to your room?

[He'd just enjoy gathering his things and getting away from the weird sounds in here....]

[dwellsonthe]

[Bardo cocks his head to the side, curious as to the change he thinks he sees upon Konoe (and it's not just the hair, but the way he holds himself, the way words tumble from his mouth and the colors his emotions paint them with). So in a bit of a thoughtless move he ducks down and rubs his cheek against Konoe's, makes a soft soothing sound in the back of his throat as he pulls back.]

I was going to, but I was trying to find my locker first.

[His ears keep twitching, unused to the sounds and people and he certainly wouldn't object to getting out of here. He can question more, too, when they're out of earshot of so many people.]

[tailcrook]

[Not quite comforted, instead he's utterly surprised by it, unused to the gesture from anyone but Asato. Hardly a thing his human friends have thought to try - ]

Wha - ! [He goes from blushing not a little to being just a bit huffy.] Hey....

[But... it's not a bad feeling to share, and while sudden for his liking, it still reinforces their common ground. Or something, yes. He can allow it for now.]

You haven't been to it yet?

[dwellsonthe]

[He laughs again here, entertained and relieved in Konoe's reaction. And, if he was being honest, more than a little comforted in the simple touch. So Bardo settles back, at ease given the fact that he knows they're real and true, and shakes his head at Konoe's question.]

I went, once. But I didn't want to take everything out at once when I went to the showers.

[Which explains how he's in his usual garb and cleaned of all that space goo.]

I think I walked past it coming back though.

[tailcrook]

[Is he being asked for directions?


Bardo, he's the last cat - the last - think of your choices....]

You've got to pay attention!

[dwellsonthe]

[Hey---!! He's totally thinking of his choices!!! Maybe!! Which is to say his ears tuck flat against his skull at that reprimand.]

I saw a tail and wanted to check it out!

[He's pouting. Look what you've done, Konoe. A grown cat and he's sitting here with his tail between his legs like a scolded child.]

[tailcrook]

[Why must you say things like that? Just. Fuss, fuss, fuss - ]

It's bad to get lost here!

[He's not done scolding because it's serious! But he's going to breathe for a second.



Okay.]

But I suppose... since my locker is here, this is where the 003's are. But your number is... um....

[Watch out, Bardo - he's trying to figure out which direction that would be, look what you did.]

[dwellsonthe]

[He'll wait...........





and then offer up his arm so Konoe can see his number, that's how things work here, right?]

That way I think?

[Looking around, looking around, and oh that way looks familiar. So he gestures to the left and looks thoughtful.]

[tailcrook]

[Let's go with that! The numbers of lockers neighboring his own do seem to increase that way... Konoe takes care to sound as though he's sure of himself.]

Yes! [Though his hesitance drifting in that direction speaks more truth.] Do you want to go back yourself...?

[Whether or not a grown cat like him needs company down a hallway is his guess, too.]

[dwellsonthe]

[Bardo's certainly aware of Konoe's direction challenges, so it's no surprise to hear the hesitance in his voice. Doesn't make it any less endearing however, and he smiles.]

That's okay, I'll get it. [He glances over, curious.] Unless you wanted to come with me?

1/2 it's okay Bardo ilu

[tailcrook]

[Should he - ?]

[tailcrook]

[Nope, someone's activated his tsun card.]

You can go ahead...!

wow cutest bab

[dwellsonthe]

[He's not necessarily surprised and nods.]

Alright, I'll see you later then?