eighteenth 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

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[wolfchild]

[ A naked, goo-covered girl isn't much of a surprise here. She studies his tattoos like they're a map to someplace. The goo-covered direwolf behind her is also as easily overlooked. Not really. ]

Where did you get all those?

[bottlearum]

[ To be fair, the Tranquility has amassed a lot of strange animals. He's fairly certain he's heard the word "dinosaur" and "hellhound" at one point. Not to mention the cow that Jaye managed to sneak on board at one point. A wolf isn't that strange. Of course, he still gives it a wary look. Jack Sparrow does not have a good relationship with most animals.

But he turns his attention to the young girl instead. While he might not like animals, he's always had a fondness for children. He looks slightly amused as he asks, ]

All those what, lass?

[It's a decent question. All things considered, he does have a lot of things on his person. ]

[wolfchild]

[ She points at them. She almost seems to be drawing in midair as her finger roams. ]

The tattoos. You've a lot of them.

[bottlearum]

Aye.

[ He moves closer and a bit lower to her, giving her a better view of his numerous tattoos and scars. ]

Which one you be most interested in?

[ Okay, so maybe Jack Sparrow has a fondness for telling stories. Especially to an audience that seems interested. ]

[wolfchild]

[ She considers her answer carefully and finally points to the sparrow. ]

That one. The bird.

[ Though the "P" also draws her eye. That one's not a tattoo; that's branded. ]

[bottlearum]

Ah, yes.

[ He points to the tattoo in question, angling his arm so she can see it fully. The "P" is directly under the tattoo but he doesn't speak of it - not yet. ]

The bird be called a sparrow, lass. Me favorite kinda bird, and the bird of which I be named after. But this...

[ He runs his finger around the setting sun and ocean that lay underneath the flying sparrow. ]

This means I've sailed on all seven o' the seven seas in me world.

[wolfchild]

[ Her eyes widen attentively. She examines the tattoo with greater interest. ]

Are you an oarsman?

[bottlearum]

[ Jack wrinkles his nose because ew. ]

Nah, lass. I be a pirate.

[wolfchild]

For true? How many ships have you boarded? What was the biggest thing you stole?

[bottlearum]

Too many ships to count, lass. I've been a pirate me whole life.

The biggest thing I stole?

[ He puts a hand to his chin, considering. ]

I ain't sure about the biggest, but the most important thing I stole? That be the heart of Davy Jones.

[wolfchild]

What is that? Like a jewel?

[bottlearum]

Not at all, lass. It was the actual beatin' heart of Davy Jones.

[ Jack expands and contracts the fingers on his hand to represent that of an actual beating heart. ]

Davy Jones be the man in charge of ferryin' lost souls to the afterlife. And it's said that if you control his heart, you control the seas.

[wolfchild]

And you found it? [ damn. suddenly all the other sailors she's met seem quaint. ] If you had that, wouldn't that make you a king of the sea? Or even like a god?

[bottlearum]

Had it in me own hands.

[ Yeah, he's pretty awesome. Unfortunately, he didn't get unlimited power just by holding it. ]

Aye. Control all seven seas, live forever, an' ferry the souls to the afterlife.

[wolfchild]

Do you have it still?

[bottlearum]

Not here, lass.

[ His lips crook in a smile. ]

[wolfchild]

[ EYEROLL ]

But wherever you're from. Do you still have it there?