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

[bring_em_down]

I've been thinking on the security thing, but I'm not always the kind of guy to blindly follow orders. Key word's blindly.

[akidfrombrooklyn]

[ Aware that he isn't the Clint he knows from his world, and he can't even claim to know him that well at this point, but he's definitely picking up on the somewhat rebellious trait. ]

Well, if you do consider it, I can put in a good word if you want. Could always find something else after if it's not for you.

[bring_em_down]

[Cap you are so much nicer than the one from back home.]

I'd appreciate it. I don't look like the most trustworthy guy at first glance.

[akidfrombrooklyn]

[ He's going to fear himself if he ever learns of how much. ]

It'll teach 'em not to judge on looks alone, huh?

[bring_em_down]

[A grin.]

Exactly. Might also teach me to shave more often.

[akidfrombrooklyn]

[ He laughs at that, smile lingering after. ]

Not sure it's necessary, but it might appeal to the ladies on board.

[bring_em_down]

I thought the ladies liked a little bit of scruff. Look how out of touch I am.

[akidfrombrooklyn]

Truth be told, it's probably me who's out of touch. Nothing's quite what it used to be, and I can never keep up.

[bring_em_down]

Yeah, good luck keeping up even when you didn't take a long, cold nap.

[akidfrombrooklyn]

It wasn't as refreshing as it should have been. [ But he should let him go, get himself settled in. ] Catch you around sometime?

[bring_em_down]

I'll see you, I'm sure. Take care.

[akidfrombrooklyn]

You too, Barton. I'll be looking forward to it.

[ With a smile and a salute, Steve wanders off, still a little unsteady on his feet, but in better shape for their introduction. ]