seventeenth jump;

[mathematically]

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

[onsilksheets]

[Like she cares about that.]

I'm also devious. As soon as you're done playing hero, I want you all to myself.

[bring_em_down]

...I really don't know what to do with you sometimes.

[onsilksheets]

You could always just throw me down somewhere and have your way with me.

[bring_em_down]

I do that pretty regularly.

[onsilksheets]

But I occasionally get the upper hand.

[bring_em_down]

You do.

You know... you're going to get me into trouble.

[onsilksheets]

Last time you said that, we got frisky in the training area.

Just something you should know.

[bring_em_down]

Dammit, Bela.

[SO AMUSED.]

[onsilksheets]

You didn't exactly object as far as I can remember.

[bring_em_down]

I never do and I probably never will, but... You're really bad sometimes.

[onsilksheets]

I won't deny that. But maybe one day you should turn the tables on me and show me your bad side.

[Not 'maybe' but yes. She wants to explore a little.]

[bring_em_down]

Bela.

[onsilksheets]

Did I go too far?

[bring_em_down]

We're... in public.

[onsilksheets]

Okay, I'll tone it down. Promise.

[bring_em_down]

[He grins.]

Just... don't try to jump me in front of people, yeah? I know you want to.

[onsilksheets]

I'll be good. [All sweet smiles and innocence here.] In public.

[bring_em_down]

And behind closed doors...

Well. It's not bad to spice things up, I guess?

[onsilksheets]

Obviously.

[Totally capable of behaving herself.]

Whatever you feel comfortable doing. We can talk about it later, after you've finished being heroic.

[bring_em_down]

Yeah. My big hero kick. If things go down, they'll know to call Hawkeye.

[onsilksheets]

They're lucky to have you. But don't over exert yourself, yeah? You can only do so much.

[bring_em_down]

I know, I know. Just little stuff, I promise.

[He leans in and presses a kiss to the corner of her lips.]

[onsilksheets]

Okay.

[She smiles against his lips, resting her forehead against his own. Just for a moment before he had to go.]