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

[the_vishual]

Whether or not the Prise shall interfere. Whether or not Heaven's Fence will be lost.

[constructum]

[ for a brief moment, ariadne can only simply look...well, lost - like she just doesn't understand what to make of that all. but any of her confusion is simply pushed aside (for the most part - she can't hide all her confusion after all) as she smiles faintly, nodding slowly. never wanting to ever belittle the young girl she had grown fond of and was still clearly nervous around. ]

Maybe one day we can sit and you can tell me all about this Prise?

[the_vishual]

Oh.. [ She looks surprised--and she is. ] I...

Really?

[constructum]

[ The reaction from Chase is a bit of a surprise to Ariadne, as she has always sort of assumed people were the type that would want to learn new things. So the fact that she wanted to learn what she could about what made Chase special, only seemed like a logical thing to her and something that shouldn't come as a surprise. ]

Yeah, of course - It’s what people do when they want to learn about others, right?

[the_vishual]

Well, yes, but there's quite a large number of people on this ship that grow weary of my constant preaching of God.

[constructum]

[ she just shrugs slightly, frowning some at the thought. ]

Sometimes people forget others are allowed opinions and only see what they want. If I want to understand you and where you come from, I should at least learn all I can, right?

[the_vishual]

The Ghansgraad. [ A beat. ] I have a copy--Paranoia gave it to me. I shall, in turn, let you read it.

[constructum]

[ a somewhat brighter smile ]

I'd like that, Chase - thank you.