ataraxionlogs | eighteenth jump;

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.

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[ well hello. nathan's on his way back from the showers, one towel (thankfully) around his waist and the other wrapped in a very manly fashion around his head, and he stops up short when he spots rose and hears her shout.

there's a noticeable delay for appreciative staring, but then he offers a smug smile and nods at her in greeting (the delinquent and somewhat thuggish chin-up kind of nod, of course, nothing classy. ]

You looking to play doctor?

[ is that what you meant, rose. he knows that's what you meant. ]

[And despite coming across some real winners in her time, she's never quite had a first encounter like this one. She's naked, and he's got two towels on, and he's staring at her like she's some piece of meat, or worse. Offended, her arms cross over her chest, and she stares him down.

She could yell at him, sure. Or just walk right up and punch him. But instead, she arches her eyebrows and smirks.]

Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?

[And then that smirk abruptly fades, and she's left looking all kinds of offended at his existing.]

I'd rather die. I mean it, I'd rather die. You really need to work on getting new lines, by the way.

[Oh, and now she's laughing, because this is entirely ridiculous. Yes, the laughter is in his general direction.]

[ well that is a very truly offensive reaction. nathan's expression clearly telegraphs said offense, and the look of appraisal becomes more critical. ]

Alright, calm down. You know the polite thing would've been a simple, 'no, thank you'. There's no need to be such a cunt about it.

[ which sounds a bit too whiny and defensive, so he continues a second later - which probably just adds to the overly defensive thing, honestly. ]

Besides, for all you know it was a genuine offer of medical attention. Maybe you haven't noticed, but you were just vomited out of a pod in space. A check-up might not be such a bad idea.

I dunno, pretty sure I'm doing just fine. Haven't collapsed yet.

[She snaps, glaring over at him as if he's the most offensive thing she's ever met. In all actuality, he just might be.]

Do you treat every girl you meet like this, or is today just my lucky day?

[She's considering hitting him, but that would require moving in close to him. She's not sure that's a good idea.]

Well you're certainly nothing special, if that's what you're asking.

[ which wasn't what she was asking, but that's his answer anyway (which is a complete lie, obviously; she's smoking hot). his expression shifts from actively offended to casually rude, and he points back towards the showers. ]

Towels are that way.

[ said very pointedly despite the extra towel on his head, of course. suck it, you can get your own!! he was totally going to be suave and give you one but you've gone and ruined it. and with that, he very smoothly flips her the bird and struts off. ]

[She's definitely never met someone as offensive as this guy is. She actually isn't sure how to process any of it at first. She's still stunned from waking up the way she had, and then he shows up and is just awful. She wants to cry, only she won't give the idiot the satisfaction. She's also not going to resort to being vulgar like him. She won't. She won't, she won't, nope.

But that doesn't stop her hands from balling up into fists, and her foot from stomping, which causes her to slip a bit because that foot's covered in gel. Ugh, this is the worst.]

I'm so gonna kill you, hope you know that!

[She's really close to crying out of frustration now, and her shout comes out sounding less angry and more fed up with life. Her hand goes up to cover her mouth as her lower lip trembles. This is a terrible, awful, absolutely no good day.]

eighteenth jump;

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best.... friends.......... ?

this is clearly a bff situation forming

cries we had such high hopes

sssh it will all be okay they will be bros in no time