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

[surrogates]

[ The ship isn't willing. It's a phrase that Ric has managed to have almost drilled into him. You can fight and hate this ship like nothing else, but no matter what you do the amount of control you have on this ship is surprisingly small. You can't choose when you get things or what those things even are and— well isn't that the kicker of everything. ]

Yeah, no alcohol, but I've gotten blue jeans, some shirts, other things over a jump. [ Other things, like a crossbow, but he won't mention it because— well that's a little awkward, isn't it? ] Depends how much does it take for you to fall down drunk?

[ He can tell the insistence is there but the specific reason that it's there— is beyond Ric at least for now. Maybe if he's lucky, it'll take a long time for him to find out. ]

[humanistic]

[The mixed blessing of that isn't lost on Mitchell. Things you didn't ask for, which could be good or could be bad, like a grab-bag game at a party. But at least then all you have to worry about is are you getting the gift card or the glow in the dark condoms; this is more are you getting your favourite shirt or your favourite shirt covered in blood--or worse, some other bit of incriminating evidence. Even if he's alone here, he might not always be. He'll have to be careful with his locker, even as he's being careful with every other fucking thing, and bitterly, he takes another drag of his cigarette.]

Weirdest fucking Christmas I ever heard of. Once a month, and you aren't even allowed t' make a list.

Now, as to the question of drinking-- [And he manages a little grin that, despite himself (maybe a bit manic, but he's allowed).] Let's say I can hold my own. Years of practice, if that gets me liquor any sooner.

[And years and years and years.]

[surrogates]

[ Lockers can be dealt with, Ric can admit this with relative ease. Stefan has his own blood issues, if everyone else can get the blood away from him before he gets to it, then it's fine. What's worse is people, getting people that'll cause problems.

And isn't that the sad part, he has so many people who can come and ruin so many things for them. ]

Even if you made a list and got it, I'll be honest, I'm not even sure I'd trust whatever I got.

[ The manic edge to the grin earns a bit of an eyebrow raise before he shrugs. ]

You might get it within a jump or two. I'd say you going to share at all— but you probably need it more.