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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.
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
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.
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.
gardens
-- however, maybe she thought too soon. there's a bright flash just over there off the path, she saw it out of the corner of her eye, and Lily's wand is out almost immediately. she can't see what caused the flash from where she's standing, there's too much foliage in front of her, and the only movement she can make out is the way the large leaves near the ground are moving just a bit. a little ruffle, disturbed.
it's enough to make her wary, yeah, considering she's heard a little about the types of creatures they've come across on this ship. giant rats? she's not taking any chances here. ]
Hullo? Is anybody there?
gardens
his head appears from the bushes, one large green leaf sitting on his head, large eyes curious and a bit surprised at the company. ]
Ah, yes, hullo! I hadn't expected anyone to come this way...I suppose I look rather strange.
[ maybe that was an understatement???]
no subject
Not strange, just unexpected. I'm actually rather glad to see that you're a 'who', and not a what.
[ she steps a few paces closer to where he's standing ( sitting? she can't.. tell, not right off ), lifting up on her toes to peek over the brush ]
Mind if I ask what you're doing in there? You can say yes, I did more or less sneak up on you.
no subject
Well, I'm often mistaken for a 'what' as well!
[ frodo easily gives way for her to have a little room, smiling ]
I'm observing the plants. I think I might like to garden -- or at least take pictures of things.