ataraxionlogs | twenty-sixth jump;

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.

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[ there's a flicker of pity for jenna, jenna who has elena back but who won't remember. derek remembers isaac and stiles, how they'd returned without any memory at all, erica who had come back and remembered it all. he couldn't say for certain which was better. he just looks at her for a long moment, then lifts his chin, motioning towards the lifts. ]

Do you know where to find Jenna?

[ do you know who doesn't know jenna died? derek. ]

[ elena's eyes immediately widen at the stranger's question, and she doesn't react for a moment or two. who is he that he would know to connect her with jenna? he looks kind of like mason -- maybe he's a lockwood? but why would he ask about jenna when she's been dead for a year now? this is quite possibly the weirdest conversation she's had in months, and considering her life, that's quite a feat. ]

I'm sorry to tell you this, but my aunt's dead. She has been for a year now.

[ as always, the words are difficult to get out. it's been a year since jenna died, but it still feels like it was just yesterday. ]

[ derek's eyebrows raise. he doesn't know much about elena, hadn't talked to her very often. he knows bits and pieces about her, memories from jenna and tyler both, but he's at a loss for a moment before he pulls himself together. ]

She'll find you. She's around here somewhere.

[ not that he thinks elena will believe him off-hand, but still, what else is there to say? it'd be a hard sell, getting her to believe him. ]

[ okay seriously who is this guy. if she weren't still a little fuzzy elena might try to compel him, but that seems like it has potential to go very, very poorly. instead, she just narrows her eyes at him, clearly confused and, if you look closely enough, more than a little suspicious. ]

I'm sorry, I don't think I know you. How do you know me? Or my aunt? Who really is dead, so she can't be here. Believe me, I would know.

Derek.

[ he takes a step back though, rolling onto his heel like he wants to walk away. there's something uncomfortable in his expression, like derek doesn't want to continue the conversation. he doesn't want to be the one explaining this.

he'd only just found out that jenna had died in the first place. it's still too raw to really deal with, and it's derek's instinct to ignore it. ]

Go find Alaric. He'll explain it.

[ ...wat. instead of giving away just how much that unnerves her, elena forces a smile and a nod. he knows jenna and alaric, but doesn't know that they're both dead. this is officially the weirdest day she has ever had ever, and she has had some really weird days up to this point.

if he doesn't know, though, elena has a feeling she shouldn't tell him. call it paranoia, call it experience, but trusting strangers has never really worked out in her favor in the past, and this one seems especially shifty. ]

I'll do that, thank you. Do you know where I could find him?

Their room.

[ let's pretend there's a room number that derek tells her because i can't remember and browsing on my phone is really hard. ]

They're usually there. Or Jenna's in the Therapy department.

[ which derek avoids like the plague, so he has no directions to follow up with. ]

Great, thank you. I'll just. Go find them, then.

[ elena takes a step away from derek, intending to find the room that is supposed to be alaric and jenna's but can't be because they're dead as soon as possible. before she can get too far, she turns back to derek and forces a smile -- it's almost genuine, but not quite. she's a bit too freaked out for genuine smiles at the moment. ]

Thank you for your help, Derek.

[ weirdo. ]

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