A quick look around proves that he's not the only one to feel this way. New faces and old emerge from their gravcouches, covered from head to toe in blue goo with similar expressions; fear, confusion. Shock from suddenly being yanked out of their homes, only to wake to find some tube jammed down their throats in some spaceship. Robin's only been here for a few months, sure. But he still feels that. Your very first jump was always the hardest, though.
He staggers out of the gravcouch, trembling legs barely keeping him upright. A hand reaches up to brush black strands of hair away from his masked eyes, which are clumped together by goo. Robin really, really wants to go looking for familiar faces, but the urge to shower comes first. A really long, hot shower. ]
LOCKERS
[ In his locker, Robin finds the usual things. A yellow utility belt, and a small little communicator with a big T in the middle. A uniform that fits him perfectly, but doesn't don the colors that he's used to. With his towel still wrapped around his waist, Robin picks up the communicator and rubs over the engraved T with his thumb. He feels homesickness bubbling up, but he pushes it aside. If he's going to look for someone, now would be the time.
He quickly slips into his uniform, fastening the belt and communicator on his waist. Whatever strength he seemed to have lacked from the couches comes surging back as he looks from locker to locker, hoping to find someone at least vaguely familiar.
As time passes, his hopes began to fade. The rational part of him thinks, well, yeah. Nobody from home had shown up at his first jump. Or the second. Or third. Disappointment was a horrible thing to feel here, but it had to be something you expected to. Unfortunate, but true.
Robin continues forward, but a bump to his shoulder stops him. The impact wasn't enough to send him flying down on his butt, but enough to at least sting a little. A grunt and a mumble escape him, but Robin turns. ] Sorry. I didn't see you.
robin | ota!
[ Jumps were really starting to become a pain.
A quick look around proves that he's not the only one to feel this way. New faces and old emerge from their gravcouches, covered from head to toe in blue goo with similar expressions; fear, confusion. Shock from suddenly being yanked out of their homes, only to wake to find some tube jammed down their throats in some spaceship. Robin's only been here for a few months, sure. But he still feels that. Your very first jump was always the hardest, though.
He staggers out of the gravcouch, trembling legs barely keeping him upright. A hand reaches up to brush black strands of hair away from his masked eyes, which are clumped together by goo. Robin really, really wants to go looking for familiar faces, but the urge to shower comes first. A really long, hot shower. ]
LOCKERS
[ In his locker, Robin finds the usual things. A yellow utility belt, and a small little communicator with a big T in the middle. A uniform that fits him perfectly, but doesn't don the colors that he's used to. With his towel still wrapped around his waist, Robin picks up the communicator and rubs over the engraved T with his thumb. He feels homesickness bubbling up, but he pushes it aside. If he's going to look for someone, now would be the time.
He quickly slips into his uniform, fastening the belt and communicator on his waist. Whatever strength he seemed to have lacked from the couches comes surging back as he looks from locker to locker, hoping to find someone at least vaguely familiar.
As time passes, his hopes began to fade. The rational part of him thinks, well, yeah. Nobody from home had shown up at his first jump. Or the second. Or third. Disappointment was a horrible thing to feel here, but it had to be something you expected to. Unfortunate, but true.
Robin continues forward, but a bump to his shoulder stops him. The impact wasn't enough to send him flying down on his butt, but enough to at least sting a little. A grunt and a mumble escape him, but Robin turns. ] Sorry. I didn't see you.