twenty-eighth 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: It could just be the standard sensation of air on wet skin, but if you bother to check, you might notice the steam rising from your body, barely there and gone within a minute. By the time you get to the showers, it will be clear that it's not just taking you time to adjust. The room is cold — colder than usual, but no worse than the last jump. While it's nothing dangerous, it's certainly motivation to hurry through the usual routine and get dressed quickly.



It's getting closer.




YOUR EYES ARE OPEN.

KEEP LOOKING.

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

[wolfchild]

How did you escape? [ how many escaped is the question she wants to ask.

she was sure they were— ]

[uncurse]

Doors opened. Ten, maybe fifteen minutes before the jump. By the time any of us got here, everyone else was inside. [ she glances around the room, still trying to shake the disorientation. she blinks hard, bringing her eyes back into focus, and fixes a questioning gaze on arya. ] Who did you know in the bridge?

[wolfchild]

No one. [ she turns around to leave, then looks back. ] I'm glad you all didn't die.

[uncurse]

Uh ... thanks. [ she's flummoxed for a moment, so she has to take a minute to gather her wits about her, and she clambers to her feet, reaching out a hand in a gesture to encourage arya to stop, but not touching her. ] Hey, wait. At least tell me your name. [ she can reverse engineer and figure out who she was looking for that way instead :) ]

[wolfchild]

[ nymeria shows her teeth. arya shushes her, but she's not exactly friendly when she says, ] Why? We're not friends.

[ pulling nymeria along behind her, arya walks away without waiting for a response. she has bikers to yell at, sorry, emma. ]

[uncurse]

[ ... THE FUCK. emma stares after her, too disoriented to process the necessary steps to, well, take steps and follow. she just blinks, baffled by the behavior, and then turns to glance around the rest of the room. ]