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

[priceoffreedom]

I mean-

I suppose if you want to cut my hair. Usually Bucky just does it.

[You know, it's usually just.

Well, matter of fact.]

[axeyou]

Bucky does it?

[This time, when she looks at him, she's totally focused, and totally amused.]

You're kidding. That's adorable. Do you do his, too?

[priceoffreedom]

When it needs doing.

[Adorable, what?]

[axeyou]

[So adorable.]

Can I come next time?

[priceoffreedom]

You want to watch me cut Bucky's hair?

You're an odd duck, Johanna.

[axeyou]

Do I look like a duck to you?

[A duck with shorn-off hair in her space issue underpants and an axe now strapped to her back. With a smile, Johanna holds out her hand, expectantly awaiting to return of her knife.]

Say yes. It'll be fun.

[priceoffreedom]

It's a saying.

[He shrugs, though.]

I won't say no if you really want to, you'll have to ask him, though.

[And her knife is handed back.]

[axeyou]

[She wraps her fingers around the hilt of the knife, as her smile curls over her face.]

Great. I'll send him a message right away. And thanks, for the help.

[She hefts her other axe and throws it over her shoulder, haft resting in the dip where collarbone meets shoulder.]

See you then, stud.