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

[testgasm]

Sure, help yourself.

[He glances forlornly at their depleted plate of cookies--he'd expected as much, of course, but not necessarily so much cookie eating from one person.]

To a...reasonable amount. Please.

[shoyu]

[ he laughs as he takes up one of the smaller cookies, grinning after he takes a bite. ]

Ah, that's a rather difficult request to abide by when they're so excellent! [ he's joking, though, and soysauce dusts his hands off once he's done with that cookie -- covering his mouth politely as he chews and swallows. ]

Are you still looking for more people to help with the welcoming party?

[testgasm]

You'll have to thank Nill, she's the one that made them.

[Wheatley isn't even going to bother pretending that he knows how to cook. He knows as well as anyone that it would probably end in the flames of disaster.]

Always looking for help, sure. Good to have lots of people, that way if someone's sick or--or gone, we can still run the booth.

[shoyu]

Mmm, well. I must admit that explaining things or being informative aren't exactly my forte, but I'd be glad to help out if you're still looking for more people? Ah, I do suppose I'm good at drawing people's attention, though, if you're looking to attract more people to your booth?

[ a small laugh before he adds, winking at nill, ]

I'd offer to help with the baked goods, but it looks like Miss Nill's taking care of that quite well already!

[testgasm]

[Wheatley perks up a little, apparently struck by a brilliant idea.]

Actually! We didn't expect-- [a stoner to waltz by and eat all our cookies] --the baked goods to be so popular. We might need, ah. More. Next time.

[culver]

[Nobody ever expects a stoner to waltz by and eat all the cookies on a mostly abandoned spaceship. But what can you do. A wide smiles makes its way to her lips at Wheatley's suggestion, and she nods. Yes, help would always be nice, if Soysauce wouldn't mind, of course.]

[shoyu]

Ah, perhaps that may be where your mistake was! Offer a mass of people who are probably confused, a little nauseous, in much need of something comforting, and I'm surprised you have even any crumbs left of these delicious things!

[ he can't help laughing a little louder at that, surreptitiously sneaking another crumbling half-cookie off the plate to nibble at. ]

But. For such a noble endeavor, how could I refuse the chance to help? I'd love to contribute for the next time you offer sweets at your booth -- though I can't necessarily guarantee they'll be as excellent as Miss Nill's!

[testgasm]

Well, we could, ah. Offer them every time, if the two of you are up to it. Nill could certainly use the help, I'd imagine.

[He grins a little sheepishly, knowing full well that this is not his department.]

Baking is a little--out of my realm of expertise, if you know what I mean.

[I am a robot.]

[culver]

[She places her fingers over her lips to hide her smile form Wheatley. He's a good person, she thinks, but she wouldn't ever want to see him in a kitchen. Maybe only if he were heavily supervised. But she nods again to Soysauce--his help would definitely be appreciated, especially if (as he said) people liked the treats so much.]