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

[agenda]

[ So he knows, about what's happened. Loras surely told him. Poor thing — to share such grave news when his own heart is heavy.

Of course, it still doesn't explain his current state. If anything, things appear more complicated, in Margaery's mind.

She takes his arm, smiling warmly. ] Of course I am willing.

[therainbowking]

I thought you might be. [And presumably, they are heading off to the rooms he's basically been sharing with Loras since his arrival.]

Are you well? The jumps do cause illness from time to time.

[agenda]

I'm fine. [ not pleased, in particular, but she can handle it. ] Tyrells are much sturdier than they seem, as you well know. [ zing. ] And how have you been faring?

[therainbowking]

Until recently -- [There's a bit of a playful grin, there...] It was rather dull here. Otherwise, well enough...it is more than what I would be doing at home, I suppose.

[agenda]

[ oh, precious renly. ] What do you do here, then? I know you think it all dull, but surely there are things that must be done?

[therainbowking]

...Fight off monsters, as near as I can tell. Or pirates, I suppose. Elsewise there is ...not very much else.

There are a few from home here, as well -- Starks, mainly. There have been others, but they have come and gone.

[agenda]

[ She isn't certain of what she ought to do with the monster information, so she will focus on something else. ]

Starks, you and Loras both said. How many are there, exactly? To my knowledge, but two Starks remain in Westeros. [ a brief pause. ] There is also, of course, Lord Commander Snow. [ who is associated with Starks, at the very least. ] Renly, is sweet Sansa Stark, red-haired and fairer than most, among them?

[ She had not chosen to ask after Sansa when Loras first mentioned the Starks. At the time, she was preoccupied with her brother's mental health, his injured heart, and the idea that his beloved rose from the grave. Margaery is intensely curious about them, though (perhaps even hopeful). She does not wish a dark (darker, she supposes) fate on Sansa Stark. ]

[therainbowking]

At least two that I know of, possibly three. The King in the North, as he styles himself, and Lord Commander Snow. Their younger brother may be here as well, but I do not know the lad well at all. I could scarcely tell him from any other but for his name.

[A brief, reminiscent smile.] Sweet lady Sansa is not here, no. [She was at one point, but Renly never met Alayne Stone.]

[agenda]

[ Her eyes widen a fraction at the mention of Robb Stark. Is he also from a time before tragedy? Is he resentful of the Tyrells for aligning with Renly, then Joffrey? Does it matter at all, as his fate has already come to pass? There is much to think about during her time here, it seems.

Her brief contemplative countenance disappears as quickly as it came. She will reach out to the Starks, when the time comes. For now, she smiles at Renly. ] Then I shall hope she is somewhere better.

[therainbowking]

She may well be, yes. I would not precisely wish this place on anyone, though I am glad you are here.

[There is a slight pause here, then:] Lord Stark and I have come to an agreement of sorts, aboard the Tranquility. It was necessary; my brother was here for a time.

[agenda]

[ She smiles at that. ] It was wise as well. [ and certainly what she would have done. ] What is the agreement?

[therainbowking]

Nothing more than mutual support -- there is little else we can do here. There are some few of us, there may yet be others that will come or go.

I have seen the lady Lannister present, and the Targaryen girl -- both were some months ago, however; and as I said, my brother, his red woman, and Ser Davos.