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twenty-eighth 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: 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.
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.
YOUR EYES ARE OPEN.
KEEP LOOKING.
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.
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.
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Are you alright? [ Not in the mental way! More like are-you-okay-because-you-said-you-almost-died way. ]
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[ She's still grinning, but it widens a little. ]
Are you new? Sorry, totally don't mean to scare you -- some of us kind of got stuck and thought we were going to die.
[ how is that not going to scare him, becca ]
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[ Frodo felt like he was intruding, or something of the like. He started to take a few steps back, intending to excuse himself until she spoke again.
...and yeah. That scared him a little too. ]
In, in the chambers, miss? [ How did he escape so luckily!? ]
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[ She points back at the gravity couches, then shakes her head. ]
No, not in those. Though sometimes people stay in them, asleep. A bunch of us were on the bridge -- trying to find out some more about this place. We got locked in. That thing we went through, with the chambers and the goo, we have to do that about every month or we'll get... squished. Since we were locked away, we almost didn't make it.
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[ Frodo didn't want to think about how people didn't get "squished" in those chambers. That also included himself. He also didn't want to think about what made people get squished in the first place. Or if there were people who didn't make it from the bridge she spoke of.
It was a disturbing thought, to say the least. A little unbelievable, but suddenly showing up in a place like this, was there such a thing as 'unbelievable'? ]
Well, I am glad you are unharmed, to say the least.
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[ Understatement of the century. ]
Sorry about, uh. Dumping all this on you, but, well... you asked?
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That being said, it was a little unnerving to hear about something like that happening. Just a little. ] Is this something that happens often...?
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[ welcome to space you are probably gonna not like it ]
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[ yeah he didn't have high hopes for this place because....
.........weird. ]
How, how may we leave? Is there any way to avoid the jumps?
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[ Of course, people have been working on it for two years. But those people weren't Rebecca Crane. ]
And no, not yet.
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Frodo swallowed, looking down to his feet. ] What dreadful place is this?
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[ Yeah, the name lies. ]
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[ Or someone's idea of a sick joke. ]
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[ What had he gotten himself sucked into? ]
Well then, I must try and find my way around, if you don't mind. I have yet to find my friend, and I'm growing rather anxious...
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[ She genuinely means that. ]