forty-fourth 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: Awareness comes to you slowly in the smothering quiet of the blue fluid. In the light piercing through from the medical bay you realise there's a shadow, a figure stood at the glass of your gravcouch, a hand pressed to the surface just above your face. Fear spikes through your gut as waves of alien sensation crash into your mind, a rage that feels endless, all-consuming, furious, molten hatred that you know is for you.

When the fluid drains, door sliding open to deposit you on the medbay floor, you remember it. Remember it coming again and again, like a nightmare that plagued your sleep over and over, leaving you with no respite, no rest. Days. Perhaps even longer.

You remember that the light coming through from behind the shadow was red.

New arrivals will find messages spray-painted in red 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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lockers~

[familybusiness]

[He catches sight of her as he's moving away from the lockers towards the lifts to go find his brother. What grabs his attention is the somewhat confused expression on her face, as if she's found something she wasn't expecting, and it causes him to pause.]

Hey, Skye. Everything okay?

[hacker]

Oh my god! [ His appearance startles Skye, who drops the diviner in her locker with a loud metal clang. She pulls her hands back, whipping around to look at him. Finding a stranger does nothing to reassure her, and she balks at his appearance. ]

Who are you? [ Her startle response doesn't come from a place of fear, and the flatness in her demand makes it apparent that she isn't left wondering why she doesn't recognize someone calling her by name. ]

[familybusiness]

[Well, that's not the reaction he was expecting. O.O

He holds his hands up in an 'I'm harmless' gesture before he explains.]

I'm Sam. Sam Winchester, remember? We fought that boggart together a couple jumps ago?

[More like ran away from it and hid in a closet, but details. His brows furrow after a moment, as he recalls a couple of interactions just like this, only he was on the other end, not recognizing anyone.]

You don't remember, do you.

[hacker]

No, I don't.

[ She affirms, looking him over now that she's less off-guard. Raising a hand, she pushes her locker shut and shifts her weight to get her bearings. ]

I mean, Simmons said I'd forgotten stuff when my number updated… [ She hunches her shoulders, folding her arms under her chest in a slightly defensive gesture. ] Sorry.

[familybusiness]

Don't worry, I get it. The same thing happened to me, actually. It can be kind of...

[He makes an awkward gesture with his hands before he finally settles on.]

It sucks. This place doesn't tend to make anything easy on us.

[hacker]

Yeah, I can imagine.

[ Well, she can't. Not exactly. No one's ever forgotten her, just left her behind and taken her back for store credit. But mostly, she feels compassion and understanding for what Sam must be going through, expecting to find a friend and encountering a stranger. For her, it's just weird. Slightly jarring, maybe, but she can get over it easily. It's not like Skye to ever let expectations corner her. But for him … ]

I wish I could remember. [ Said softly, with a hollow shake of her head that says it's not such a compelling wish that she'd go seek it out or fight to figure out a way to get those memories back. After all, she didn't even know they were gone. ] Did we … Were we friends?

[familybusiness]

Yeah, I did to.

[And then he'd either made connections with those people all over again, or made new ones. There wasn't anything he could have done about it, and he wasn't the first nor obviously the last to deal with it.

Just another thing you had to deal with aboard the Tranquility.]

Yeah, you could say that. We fought that thing together. You helped me out when a friend died. I'd say that counts.

[hacker]

Sorry about your friend.

[ Slightly disheartened, Skye's expression softens with sympathy. ]

What happened?

[ It's cliff notes by comparison to remembering, but at least she'll have the information. And since it's already come up, she has to figure he's not going to be super uncomfortable talking about it. ]

[familybusiness]

She, uh, didn't make it to the pods in time for the jump.

[Which makes for a good warning in the future. DONT STAY OUT DURING THE JUMP.]

However the jumps work, her body couldn't handle it. [A beat.] There may have been other forces at work, though. Something that kept her away from the pods in the first place.

[hacker]

[ Brown eyes snap wide, and she takes his warning to heart. All right. Stay in the pods at the jumps. Whenever that is, and whatever that means. She could ask for clarification, but something else has caught her attention instead. ]

"Other forces."

[ Skye repeats the phrase, shaking her head. ]

Like someone kidnapped her and kept her away from this part of the ship?

[familybusiness]

[There's a pause before he goes on. This is probably a lot of info for her to deal with right off the bat, but it's also important. Things are dangerous here, not to mention complicated.]

There's was a trail of blood leading to her. I think she was running from something when it happened. She also left us a message, told us that 'it's out there and it wants us alone.'

Not too long after that, if we isolated ourselves for too long, we started to spontaneously bleed. And after that started, one by one we started getting trapped. Doors would lock, hallways would seal themselves, all in an attempt to keep us separated from one another.

[He doesn't elaborate further, on the hallucinations or the mind links because he doesn't fully understand them himself.]

I don't know if it might happen again, but just make sure you don't go off anywhere alone. Even without all that, it can get dangerous out in the hallways.

[hacker]

[ What

the

fuck.

It sounds straight out of a horror movie. Blood, death, disaster. "It" sounds like something preternatural, like what Hannah Hutchins had been dealing with. Going very still, eyes wide, Skye holds her breath until Sam's done explaining. ]

Something else is here, isn't it? Locked up with us. [ She remembers the hand slapping against the glass of her grav couch just as she woke up. Chills leave goosebumps on her skin. ] What is it?

[familybusiness]

Lots of things. [He clarifies.] But whatever did that is easily the worst of them. Or in charge.

[He shakes his head.]

We don't know. No one's ever seen it, as far as I know.

[He doesn't know if that's what Seraphim saw, only that she had a warning about it. If she saw it, she didn't give any details.]

[hacker]

[ Well, that's not good. How do you stop something you can't see when you don't even know what it is? You don't, the realistic part of her mind decides. Not for the first time, she finds herself wishing Coulson were here. Reaching up, Skye rubs a hand over her face. ]

God, Sam. I'm really sorry. I didn't know it was that bad, that must have been horrible.

[ She can't fix whatever this thing locked up with them is, but she can be there for Sam. However long ago it was, it obviously still hurts. ]

Look, I know it's not the same, or whatever, but you can still talk to me if you need anything, or if ... I don't know. If there's anything I can do to help.

[familybusiness]

[He shakes his head.]

You don't have to apologize, Skye. You didn't do anything wrong.

[He appreciates the sentiment, though, and it's a tribute to her character that she's still willing, despite the loss of her memories. She was there for him once already, after all, and she didn't need to do that either.]

You already did help. You just don't remember. [He tries to manage a smile at that, before he goes on.] Look, I'm just glad you got to hear about what's going on before you headed up.

[hacker]

[ Helplessness and sympathy continue to strain her expression as she cranes her neck to look up at him, but she nods and accepts this truth with a thin smile of her own. Relieved, but still concerned. ]

Yeah, I— Thank you. Seriously. Every time I think I've got some idea of what's going on here, there's more to it. [ First Jax, then Fitz, then Simmons. Piling confusion onto confusion. It's not their fault, of course. There's a lot to get to.

And to some degree, it's incredible. She won't lapse into amazement here and now, knowing the cost, but it's not lost on her that she's in deep space. People spent their whole lives dreaming of stuff like this, and Skye was living it. On the other hand, people were also dying from it. Good people, by the look on Sam's face. ]

[familybusiness]

Well, as far as the ship is concerned right now, I'd say that's the worst of it. Things seem to be changing a lot lately, though.

[But at least he's been able to catch her up to speed, give her some warnings. He doesn't want to lose anyone else on this ship that he cares about.]

Just make sure that if you need anything, you call me, alright? My brother, Dean, is here too, if for some reason you can't get a hold of me. You can trust him.

[There are others, but he trusts his brother first. Of course. If she says she's Sam's friend, he'll come running.]

[hacker]

[ It's comforting, to have someone who's willing to look out for her. Knowing Fitzsimmons are here is comforting, and might just be the thing that helps her keep her sanity, but … She also feels like she has a responsibility to protect them. They're not the field work type. Skye, though, Skye trained with Ward. She was becoming a field agent, like Coulson. She could keep them safe.

She just wished Ward or May or Coulson were here too, to help her do it. But Sam's offer reminds her of them. Of Ward and Coulson, at least. May was … tougher. Still, Skye knew even if it didn't come with a warm offer, May would have been looking out for people who needed help. It makes it easier for her to trust Sam at the same time that it makes her miss the rest of her team. ]

Okay. I will. Thanks. [ With that said, ] Your brother's here too? Must be nice. [ Glancing past his shoulder out into the medical bay proper, she seems to scan the area. ] My friends are too. People who I knew before I got here.

[familybusiness]

Yeah, definitely. We got here at the same time. I was lucky.

[Especially after the whole demon blood incident. Looking back, he knows he'd been an idiot, but it's hard to reason with someone who's lost sight of what's reasonable.]

Yeah? [His eyes raise at that.] Did they just get here, too? [Because if they were already here, Skye had never mentioned them before.]

[hacker]

No. I mean, Simmons was the one who told me I'd forgotten stuff, and Fitz, he explained more about the ship, so I guess he knows what's up.

[ She doesn't seem to think much of it, or try to explore reasons that she might not have mentioned them. After all, running for her life and hearing about Sam's dead friend doesn't really open up talking about her own positive experiences. ]

We all worked together. It helps, having people around that you know you can trust.

[familybusiness]

[Sam doesn't seem to be torn up about it either. It simply hadn't come up.

He's not sure his brother had ever come up before, either, but things also hadn't gotten this insane.

He nods his head in understanding.]

There's only one other person here I know from home, but if you ever meet someone who calls himself Castiel, he's safe. A little odd, maybe, but he's a friend.

[Also an angel, and 'accidentally' responsible for some souls going missing for a minute, but shhhh.]

[hacker]

Castiel.

[ She repeats it to make it clear she'll remember and nods. ]

Thanks. Sounds like everybody could use a friend in this place.

[ Her smile seems to say that she's decided, whether she remembers or not, that she can count Sam among them. Then, after a moment's silence— ] … What's a boggart?

[familybusiness]

[That actually makes him chuckle a bit, because it's, well, kind of embarrassing.]

It was, uh, a creature that could take the shape of your worst fears. As it grew stronger and multiplied, it could make you see full blown hallucinations. It was also virtually indestructible.

[hacker]

So it was alien.

[ No matter how hard she tries, she can't keep the thrum of excitement out of her voice. In a quieter, awed tone, she adds with some wistfulness for the memories: ] Cool.

[ A beat later, she corrects. ] I mean, it sounds terrible. And horrifying. But super cool.

[familybusiness]

[And then he actually laughs.]

I guess that's one way of putting it. Hiding from it in a closet wasn't all that cool, though.

[Yep. That happened.]