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

[andblockbuster]

[Well, he could. And would. But he still shrugs it off like it's nothing- she might be self-deprecating, but he's flippant and proud of himself.

But rather than make it about himself, he just leans on the booth a bit.]

I think you are.

[glassesonachain]

[This situation would suddenly be so much easier if he would just start talking about himself. Since he's continuing with the flattery...yeah. Bennett just starts getting a little twitchy. And red. But she's been red and nervous so. Why can't these things just come naturally or something.

Bennett just...stares at him a little, blinking and trying to process this but it still doesn't work. At all.

QUICK, SUBJECT CHANGE.]

Maybe you should, I-I think that you should maybe go. Back. Ah, to work. Just in, just in case someone requires neurological care. Since I'm, I'm currently otherwise occupied. Yes. That-that might be a good idea.

[And now she sounds preachy. She'll never win this battle.]

[andblockbuster]

[He slowly backs off. Right. Too much. Again. HE JUST CAN'T WIN WITH THIS CHICK, even if blushing and stammering was generally regarded as a good reaction to someone flirting and taking interest.

He blinks at her for a second and then realizes he should maybe not protest this and take the hint.]

Uh. Good point. Someone might slip and fall in the blue goo and get a head injury and who else are they gonna call? And even though that hasn't happened in a year and a half... you can definitely bet it would happen on the- on the day I'm not... Yeah. I'm gonna go.

[He waves a hand and slides out of the chair.] I'll, uh... See you around.

[SO SMOOTH.]

[glassesonachain]

[But he is winning. That's why she's pushing him away! BENNETT LOGIC. She just doesn't know what she wants, she's too afraid to admit that being more than sort-of friends with him is a very appealing idea.]

We can, we could, uh. Possibly, maybe work on the, the nanite project? Later?

[That's a little better, isn't it? SHE HOPES SO.]

[andblockbuster]

[Internally, he does a little fistbump. IT DID WORK. IT DID.] Yeah! Yeah, I've actually been compiling some notes. Um. I'll get back to you on those.

[He starts walking backwards.] And don't worry about those guys that give you hard questions- they're just being jerks.

[He nearly trips over a table in his insistence in going backwards and has to correct himself.] Later!