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

[handelaar]

[Is that an actual place he's narrowing his eyes over here.]

Where's the holodeck.

[unsoldiered]

[But

wait]

You've never been to the holodecks before?

[He looks genuinely surprised at that; clearly, he had some preconceived notions about Netherlands — one being that he made positively sure of every like place that surrounded him. Dunno, he just seemed thorough about just about everything. So things passing his radar... well, Alex is relieved to know you're not that much of a tight ass about the details. B^|a]

There's a few spread out around here. I usually go to the ones closer to my floor, but... you can meet me at one on the lower floors?

[it'll be fun

just

oodles

of fun :|]

[handelaar]

Uh.

[He shakes his head and manages to look slightly worried over the fact that he's missed out on something that's apparently common enough. Because, yeah, he does like knowing his surroundings but he's never even heard of a holodeck.]

I can go to - [vague hand wave] - your floor.

[At least one of them needs to be familiar with it.]

[unsoldiered]

[This is gonna be an interesting day. Or so he wants to say, but he holds his tongue there; some things better left in the mind. Instead he nods, lifting his brows.]

I'll be there. It's just right down the hall from my room — I'll leave the door open so it's obvious?

[because to be fair, there were a shit ton of doors]

[handelaar]

Hn. [That's a yes bee tee dubs.] Keep your comms. Just in case.

[You never know man.]

[unsoldiered]

[That's true, he can agree to that.]

Will do; see you then.

[And then he's off to bother Murphy, wondering if that was even a remotely good idea at all.

...

Whatever, it'll all be his fault for it. :|]