thirty-fifth 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: You wake feeling cold and alone. There is a strange sense of emptiness, and the jump holds no surprises for you. There is nothing buffering the jump sickness and disorientation for you this month, and those still suffering the lingering effects of August's plot may find it more difficult than usual to get through the post-jump routine.

New arrivals will find messages spraypainted across their lockers telling them not to follow their tattoo numbers, and instead to find a room on Floors 001-010.


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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

[regulatingpressure]

[ raven pauses, her eyes lifting to take in in the crown on luthien's head before dropping back to the one she's being offered. then she's grinning a grudging grin. ] Y'know what? Sure, why the hell not. [ and she accepts it, looping it up on top of her head - a little crooked, but hey. the pale white flowers compliment her pale, translucent skin. nothing like a little bit of near-death color coordination. ] Think I could snag one for my roommate?

[fertilefeet]

[It's more than a little pleasing when people start accepting the crowns. Lúthien, as a rule, hates to see flowers wasted. Even if she had grown them specifically for this purpose.]

Of course. Pick any you like.

[The crowns aren't just blue and white. In fact, Niphredil isn't used in most of them but there are many types and plenty of colors.]

[regulatingpressure]

[ and she looks them over for a second before picking out something in a deep burnt orange color. the color of fire without the light of the blaze. ]

This one? [ the woman said to pick any, but she's asking just to be safe. ]

[fertilefeet]

[She nods and smiles still.] If that is the one you think your roommate will like best. You can always find me in the gardens later as well, and I can make another.