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

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[inafadingcrown]

Tam? Simon Tam?

[A curious way to ask for a person, Galadriel thinks, but then the girl who has hold of her arm already strikes her as curious in a number of ways. Instinct, keen observation, and her own above-normal senses are enough to tell her that.]

Is that who you seek?

[perceptum]

Yes, he's a doctor. All good spaceships should have one, I'm told. He is here. [ that much at least she's certain of, and she's focused enough on her brother that other curiosities take a little longer than usual to become apparent.

not too long, though, and after only a brief pause she squints slightly, loosening her grip slightly on the arm belonging to the very interesting woman in front of her. ]

...Is she an angel? [ she asks, as much to herself as to galadriel really, clearly very keenly interested. ] Met some before, and it's not the same, the static, but-

[ she vaguely waves her free hand a little, fingers wiggling as if that helps her explanation at all, and then just shrugs. ]

An angel. Must be. Right?

[inafadingcrown]

Yes, I know of him. [Has known him in other incarnations. It's complicated. Either way she's worked with him, being a healer herself.] I could take you to him, if you wish. Likely he is in medb- [But River's question and obvious interest cuts her off. It's only thanks to her time here that she can even answer properly, that she knows what an 'angel' is at all. It's enough to get a startled laugh out of her.]

Nay, child, I am nothing of the sort. I am one of the Eldar- an 'elf,' in the common tongue. [A very old, very powerful elf. But an elf all the same.]

[perceptum]

[ of course he's in the medbay, simon's always in the medbay. really, it makes sense, and with that squared away she's fairly confident that she can find him herself. how hard can it be to locate a medical wing, really? her priorities shift very quickly, now comfortable that her brother is here and locatable, she'll sort that out later, but now?

now, this woman has near on her full attention. river's head tilts to the side, and she doesn't make any secret about the fact that she's staring slightly as her eyes narrow to a squint. ]

Eldar. [ she repeats quietly to herself, mulling over the word. ] Not one known in any language, so something new? Where is your home?

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel is fairly used to attracting attention. Stares are nothing new. But there's something more to this one, something distinctly familiar about the way she's being examined. She doesn't mind; let the girl come to what conclusions she can. It should prove interesting.]

'Lothlórien' is the name of my realm and 'Arda' what my people call our world. Most here are not familiar with either. But we seem to have forgotten introductions. May I ask your name?