thirty-ninth 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: A feeling of deep dread greets you as you stumble out of the gravcouch, strong enough to hold you still for a long moment, searching your surroundings for the source of your wariness. Nothing becomes apparent, only your fellow passengers waking up. Eventually you gather the resolve to pick yourself up and start moving, the feeling fading slowly as you progress through 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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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.

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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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Comments

[spacewalker]

[She hits again and, yeah, he's going to have bruises. Then do something about it! He doesn't understand at all. What can he do?

But then he looks up and he sees Clarke, and it's too good to be true. She looks like a dream after all the nightmares. His eyes widen, his grip on Raven loosening, looking dazed.] I found you. You're okay.

[trynotodie]

[jasper makes a muted sound that is made up of more parts surprise than pain when raven's elbow connects solidly with his right eye. there's pain mixed in there too though, of course, but surprise is what has him letting go of her.

caution and concern leads him to scoot back out of reach of more jabbing elbows as clarke arrives on the scene, one hand coming up to shield his right eye instinctively against any further bruising. he breathes a little sigh of relief, clarke will help fix things. whatever thing has gone wrong with finn while he was in the pod.]

I don't know what's wrong. [jasper tells her, the unspoken 'fix it please' clear enough in his voice.]

[regulatingpressure]

[ she's ready to jostle her elbow again, thinking at first that it's the same vague someone as the first tug... but then clarke's speaking and the fact that it's clarke has her flinching instead, just enough to jerk her elbow out of clarke's grasp and in toward her own torso as the rest of raven whirls on her with eyes ablaze with wounded fury. ]

You don't fucking touch me. [ in sharp contrast with her raw-throated screaming at finn, her tone now is low and sharp as a knife. ]

[unguard]

[Waking up for Bellamy had been a slow and disorienting process, as tends to happen when you come to with a tube shoved down your throat and an unfamiliar pod keeping you contained. He hit the floor with nothing on his mind but trying to breathe through the nausea, coughing and spluttering and trying to get his bearings.

He's drawn instantly to the sound of familiar voices, shaking away dizziness and blurriness to peer a few pods down where he thinks he hears--

she's not worth this!]

Raven-

[Comes out raspily, throat still screwed from the tube, mind still trying to wrap around everything. He drags himself to his feet as quickly as he can manage, pushing his way through the sizable crowd forming around them. He can't see who she's pinning, but he can just barely make out the sight of her fist slamming into their face a couple times, and no matter where they are or how they got there, he can tell she's in trouble.

Or, at least, she's going to be if he doesn't do something about it.

He's just about managed to squeeze his way through when he finally gets a look at who it is she's utterly brutalizing, and he has to stop in his tracks.

That's-

...that's not-

-there's no way that's...

Unfortunately, he falters long enough for Jasper to get an elbow in the face, but when Raven rounds on Clarke (is that Clarke, that has to be Clarke, right? It's so hard to concentrate, his head is killing him), he snaps out of it enough to intervene. Shoves pointedly through, knocking Jasper out of the way in his haste.]

That's enough!

[His voice barks out, sudden and commanding, rough-edged thanks to his coughing fit, low-pitched with aggression.

He doesn't take the softer approach like Clarke, he doesn't drop down to Raven's level like Jasper, instead he moves immediately to wrap an arm around her waist and physically haul her off of Finn's prone form, dragging her backward until she's out of kicking range.]

[tectus]

[ in hindsight, it all makes it much easier to delay any arrival freak out. much easier to avoid that issue neatly when you're caught up in that kind of drama, right? unfortunately she isn't at hindsight yet - octavia's still recovering from the tube being pulled out of her throat, from waking up here, like this, but it's easy enough to shove any rising stress at the sound of familiar voices.

familiar and angry ones.

she's not as quick to gain her feet as bellamy, half a step behind as she rushes in to do- something, who knows what, but between raven's elbow and bellamy's shove she decides jasper might need a helping hand. in all her lack of decency, that hasn't really crossed her mind as she comes to his side, catching hold of his elbow. ]

Guys, what the hell is going on?

[ answers, please. stat. ]

[spacewalker]

[Finn flinches before he realizes he's taking Raven away. When she's off of him, he sits up and forces himself to stand. He looks around at the faces around him before he looks down, his fingers going to his bloody lip. He looks back at Raven, dazed.] You... hit me.

[But he makes no move to attack anyone else. His gaze doesn't stay long on Raven before his eyes move to Clarke again, looking still just as dazed but relieved.] Clarke... [he says softly, but he stays put. As relieved as he is to see Clarke, he wants to make sure Raven's okay. Sorry about the zero answers, O.]

[romancekiller]

[the second raven moves out of her grasp turning to face her, it's both the look on her face and the tone of her voice as she speaks that catches clarke off guard leaving her completely bewildered by the reaction alone. she had no idea what to do, or how to fix this especially when she didn't know what was wrong in the first place or what she had even done to provoke such a response from raven at all.

everything else that happened after including bellamy showing up to forcefully break things up and octavia showing up soon after him felt like a blur to her, like it was barely registering in her mind that they were both physically there too. the confusion clarke was experiencing was blatantly obvious from her expression but she was able to catch octavia's question at least] I have no idea— I just overheard the shouting only to find these two fighting.

[trynotodie]

[jasper offers octavia a sad, but grateful smile. he nods in agreement with clarke's assessment as well, considering that was exactly what he wound up walking in on as well.]

They were fine before the jump, I don't know what happened.