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

[uncodlyawwesome]

[Eridan huffs, his eyes nearly closing completely when Davesprite decides to be the glow in the dark lava lamp of the Tranquility.] I'm pretty fuckin' sure you're the least shockin' person aboard this floatin' hunk'a evvil. Glowwin' or otherwwise. 'Sides, better them gettin' used to it noww rather'n actin' pretentious about it later.

...Also, fuck you for attemptin' to fuck wwith my head. Shit ain't right, this ship does that enough wwithout you helpin' it.

[realslimstrider]

If you can't take a joke, that's your business man. I am here to light up the place. [Another joke. As he turns the illumination back off and stretches his wings. Davesprite is careful not to knock anyone with them. Last thing he wants is a snapped feather or something.]

Anyway, you'd think that but so many just stop and stare. It's like they never saw someone part bird before. Kinda funny in a, dude look in the mirror way.

[uncodlyawwesome]

You're an orange, feathery human, wwhat's the big deal? [Says the guy from a planet inhabited by bizarre creatures that were basically parental figures. Biased, much???] Let 'em stare. You probably don't get it, but it's a wwhole fuckin' lot easier to go wwith wwhat you havve an' fuck the creepy mouthbreathers than it is to try... I dunno, bein' fuckin' borin' an' "normal" by dumbass standards. [He even uses airquotes, along with the most sarcastic facial expression any one troll could come up with.]

Also, puns are fuckin' first day'a SGRUB lame, you should look into another schtick if you're gonna adopt some kinda pun-related quirk.

[realslimstrider]

I think you're missing my 'I give no fucks about their staring I just find it funny'. So let's focus on that a sec. Why would I want to have a quirk? Not a troll. [You are so bias dude. He extends his wings in a lazy stretch and keeps walking for the showers. God he needs this blue stuff off.]

A joke can be a joke all on its own.