twenty-sixth jump;

[ataraxites]

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: Your average, run-of-the-mill jump—except some characters don't seem to be waking up from stasis like they should.



Don't worry.




THEY NEEDED THE REST.

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

Pods

[elvenking]

[Some people seem to have greater difficulty than others after the jump. Usually none more so than Roy Walker, but Roy has vanished and his pod is empty. Elena stands out this time, and if she's having difficulty keeping track of who is around her, she might not expect the spider-gentle touch of an elf-hand on her elbow to steady her.]

[ex_heightens219]

[ Elena definitely is not expecting anyone to touch her, and startles badly when she feels someone's hand on her elbow, no matter how light the touch is. Disoriented as she is, that leads to some stumbling, and she nearly trips on her own two feet, slick as they still are from all the tube fluid. When she finally gets her feet back under her, she turns to look at the man who touched her, embarrassed. ]

...hi. Sorry, I'm a little out of it.

[elvenking]

[He spots her to make sure she won't go down, then gives her a little nod.]

So I saw.

[What, he doesn't beat around the bush like some pretentious White Council members.]

How do you feel?

[ex_heightens219]

[ Elena takes a moment to take stock of herself and her surroundings. She's woozy as hell still, more than a little freaked out about being kidnapped again, already wondering where all her friends are and if they're safe. She's surrounded by strangers she doesn't trust, in a very strange place with no idea how she got there or who could possibly have wanted to bring her here, and even less idea how to leave.

All in all, Elena Gilbert is not feeling all that well. ]

Alright. It was just the initial thing, I'm okay now. Thanks for checking, I probably looked a little crazy.

[ And what does Elena Gilbert do when she's not feeling well but lie about it? ]