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

[invisibilitea]

[She doesn't jump, but it's a near thing. It's been a while since she's spoken to people - people who weren't in purgatory, at any rate (or psychics, come to think of it) - so she looks around for a moment.

No one else is in the room.

She just looks confused for another moment, and finally points at herself.]

Are you talking to....me?

[logicunlocked]

Yeah. Sorry if I'm intruding, you just looked like you could use some explanations. It's pretty confusing just showing up here, I know.

[invisibilitea]

[She is, for a moment, prouder than proud that she managed not to burst out with you can see me!, but she doesn't. Instead she turns, eyes a little wide, and nods quickly.]

Also, have you seen a man, a bit taller than me, black hair, he's likely wearing a pair of grotty fingerless gloves and an ugly coat?

[logicunlocked]

[ He gives a half-shrug, then shakes his head. ] I haven't seen anyone that fits that description, no. Sorry to say that a lot of the time people come here alone. 'Here', by the way, is a spaceship called the Tranquility, in case you were wondering.

[invisibilitea]

[Silence]

Oh.

[logicunlocked]

[ He waits a moment to see if she'll respond beyond that, then chuckles slightly. ]

Sound crazy?

[invisibilitea]

Well.

I don't think it's polite to say that.

[logicunlocked]

[ He grins. ]

Well, that's okay, I said it first.