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

[deagle]

[ it's pretty standard from what chris has found in his short time on the ship, people talking to themselves about their finds. you can figure a lot out about someone from what they say when they're positive no one is listening, a fact most of them probably don't spend enough time taking into consideration before they do it. chris has mostly kept to himself aside from a few run-ins, though there are a few people who've caught his eye.

he could say it's simply because they're in the same row of lockers and she seems to be by herself. if he's honest, it's because she's about the age of his daughter. with the other factors, well, he empathizes. ]

So you're one of the veterans of this place I take it?

[ he's sitting on the bench a ways down from her, slipping on his socks. ]

i'm the worst wow

[a1]

[ for teresa, she works better and faster when she's talking aloud — when she's talking to thomas, really. her mind has been spinning since she woke up; there are all these familiar pieces but nothing that really fits together. if this really is 'part 2' of the maze and of WICKED, then things just leveled up.

she sits on the bench, one leg pulled up as she ties the laces on her sneakers. her head turns to the side when someone sits down beside her. someone older by the way. it's almost strange to see an adult when the last few she encountered were either a.) trying to kill them or b.) trying to smuggle them away. her wide, bright blue gaze is cautious to say the least. ]

This place? No. This situation, on the other hand, yes.

[ she turns away again, finishing the knot on her shoe and dropping her leg. ]

And I take it, you're not.

or the best

[deagle]

And what, exactly, would that situation be? Kidnapping, space, breathing tubes and blue liquid?

[ it's light enough, conversational, despite there being an edge of something in him that is intrigued by how she might answer. this isn't exactly anything standard he's come across, nowhere near where he belongs according to what the others he's come across has told him, and the chances of people knowing the place he's from is slim if anything.

those possibilities alone make chris uneasy. in his own world there are already far too many dark things lurking beyond the average person's knowledge that pose more of a threat than one might think. here chris has no idea of the threat. and that uneasiness makes him wary. ]