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

[ironsights]

[ kazama grimaces slightly. while he's not particularly surprised to hear this about effie, it certainly makes the task of teaching her combat sound more difficult. it's uncomfortable enough just interacting with civilians, but teaching someone combat -- ]

... I'll do what I can. [ a small sigh before he gives a firm nod. he doesn't go back on his promises, and he respects haymitch enough to at least make a good attempt. ] Do they already know about this plan? Or should I explain? [ obvious enough from his stiff posture that he'd rather not do too much talking himself, though. ]

[killarevolution]

No, we discussed it. [He shakes his head.] Effie thinks I ruined a perfectly good dinner party bringing it up, but they both agreed to it, so it didn't go as badly as you would think.

[He eyes Kazama, almost as if he knows exactly what the boy's anxious about.] I'll do the talking if you do the demonstrations.

[ironsights]

[ he breathes a tiny, silent sigh of relief when haymitch seems to understand his discomfort. while he can generally handle as much talking as is necessary, he never enjoys it, and it's certainly not his forte. ]

I'll leave the talking to you. [ now that that's been confirmed, he's a lot less apprehensive about these lessons. ] Just tell me when and where to be.