forty-second 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: There's a strange sense of contentment that greets you as you wake from the jump. Deep and certain, it doesn't warm you or cloak the unpleasantness of the stasis fluid on your skin and the disorientation spinning in your head. It feels disconcertingly distant, instead, a sense as though an answer has been decided on - and that you won't much like to experience it coming to fruition...

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

[forpoland]

[A blink, not expecting such reasoning] While true, I have seen very little of such. Most wish to be rid of the pods liquid as fast as possible to be angry over the goo that remains behind. [Anger he's noted, tends to be rather scarce when all present are scarcely clothed and covered in blue liquid.]

There are people such as myself who will make sure no harm shall come to you while they are present.

[In between smiling reassuringly, his eyebrows raises the slightest in curiosity. What a interesting thing to name a child.] My name is Guillaume. It's very nice to meet you, Muscovy.

[muscovy]

...so people here don't like fighting?

[Get ready to have your name butchered a lot because ...how to French. There's a good number of languages in which he can pronounce words, but French is certainly not one of them (not that he could really identify it in the first place).] Julom?

[forpoland]

They do. But instead of fighting each other, they fight against those who wish to harm the other passengers aboard this ship.

[Don't laugh Feuilly that was a good attempt. ....Maybe a little grin.] Perhaps Feuilly would be easier?

[muscovy]

[He nods. Threats from the outside can make people not fight each other. Maybe that was the reason why the courts in the Drabwurld were so intent on always waging war on each other?]

Foo-ee?

[forpoland]

Very Good! [It's as close as one can get as foreign speaker at least.]

[It dawns on him they are still in the middle of med bay when he smiles at the attempt. Merde, where has his common sense gone? If he gets up rather abruptly, think nothing of it.] Now then, let us find your belongings and get you to the showers before anything else. The blue itches most terribly when it starts drying.

[muscovy]

[He brightens.] I will get my belongings back?

[After waking up without anything at all on himself, he had figured that his things would be gone - he'd just hoped that he would get new clothes, since there were dressed people around (mind, he hadn't liked the idea of noth having his things anymore, but he had expected it).]

[forpoland]

[There's a small incline of his head] Some clothes, trinkets. [Items that don't belong to them.] Whatever the ship has deemed appropriate to return.

There is a box- a locker with a number on it outside that holds your belongings within. [He taps the tattoo with his own number in example. It's still an unpleasant reminder, even moreso to tell a child he has been marked without permission.]

[muscovy]

[He hasn't noticed that before, so he rubs over his arm now to get the goo off the skin and

it's true, there is a tattoo there that wasn't there before. He scratches at it experimentally to see if it'll come off like that - it shouldn't if it is really a tattoo, but the reaction is almost automatic.]

I don't want to get this on my things so I want to get wash it off first.