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timaeusTestified [TT] Dirk Strider ([personal profile] syllogism) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2012-06-08 12:34 am
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LOCATION: Gravity Couch Room
WARNINGS: Possible swearing, possible violence, implied (and possibly explicit) nudity.
SUMMARY: Another month, another jump, another round of new faces.
NOTES: Yep, we're continuing the tradition of re-hashing the game premise. Copy-pasted from the last one.


You wake up in darkness.

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.

You are not alone.

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.

This is your welcome party.
circumitus: Because you're marine grade... You rascal. (you need 400 proof or marine proof)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-06-08 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
No new memories this time. Rey woke up to the gut-wrenching realization of where she was again, but recovered well enough. After experiencing so many of these things, it was all so... normal to her now. Routine. And that was what she wanted, or needed, or asked for. Because, somehow, there was nothing more scary than change.

Her breathing felt strange this time... more so than before. She couldn't explain it. She felt dizzy, but she also felt nothing. It was a horrible thing, this void. Rey almost wanted the pain and the chaos when she woke up -- the disorientation was a welcome invitation. This way she could at least feel something distracting her from lesser matters.

All she wanted was to feel...

Picking herself up off the floor, Rey reeled herself into this routine, so much that she could check them off in her mind. After the last jump, which had her so rattled that she required help to be carted off elsewhere, it was refreshing being able to pick herself up this time, even if her feet dragged while she walked.

After the routine of getting out and all cleaned off, she eventually stopped at her locker. From there, she paused.

Buried underneath her jumpsuit, was the vial that she had gotten from David...


Rey took a moment to consider. The numbness, the pain -- these things were regular to her. Nothing else. It would be nice to feel something that was more than what she knew, wouldn't it? Even if it wasn't in her metaphorical programming, wouldn't it be good to know what it was like to experience something else?

So what if it wasn't real? To Rey, it was as real as anything else. Which wasn't saying much.