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

[doesntdohumble]

[Eric raises an eyebrow at the little...whatever he is. He's still not sure. No one has explained hobbits to him, yet. Dwarfs and elves, yes, but not hobbits. He at least has seen enough of the other two types to know that whatever this little one is in front of him, he's not either of those things.]

Hardly. [The look on his face suggests that perhaps maybe next time he should pay a little bit more attention. Sorry, Frodo, he's not really one for epic conversations sometimes.]

[ringbearer]

[ and not exactly wordy, either. just have a raised eyebrow in return, as the hobbit brushes himself off. ]

I've met you before. The time here -- it's hard to recall.

[ hard when you carry burdens that twist with the mind as his does, and the months feel like years. ]

You are..familiar with King Thranduil, I do remember that. What was your name?