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CHARACTERS: EVERYONE
LOCATION: MED BAY
WARNINGS: ... Partial nudity? It should be pretty tame, but let me know if I need to add anything.
SUMMARY: Side-effects of a jump may include disorientation and temporary memory loss. Fortunately, there are a handful of others who have been through this before.
NOTES: Yes, it's a rehashing of the game premise. Don't worry, you can personalize your own (re-)introduction!

You wake up, alone in the dark.

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.

Don't worry, 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. They will help you through your disorientation, even though they might suffer from it too.

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.

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This time, he doesn't touch her - only holds out his hand in front of her, offering.

"Can I help?" he tries a sympathetic smile. "I'm called the Doctor, by the way -- since we've obviously been missing one another all this time."

She stares at the offered hand for a second, and with a weary sigh she takes it. Better to swallow her pride now than remain helpless on the ground.

"Doctor who?" she asks skeptically. He can't be just the Doctor. That's a title, not a name. It doesn't make any sense. He's got to have a real name.

"Just 'Doctor'll do." He braces himself to let her stand. "And how about you? Who're you when you're at home? Or in a spaceship."

Katniss shoots him another questioning look before pulling herself up. However, instead of asking more about the matter of his name, she simply says "Thanks."

He may be an odd man with no real name, but without his help she would still be laying there on the ground.

"My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. I was in the Hunger Games. I escaped. The Capitol hates me." She sighs. "And now I'm here, stuck on this ship. Does that answer your question?"

"...More than sufficiently." All he'd been after, really, was her name. But the fact that she'd listed all that is interesting - she counts it as part of her identity. Name, rank, serial number as it were. In fact, she puts the Doctor very much in mind of a soldier.

He pats her hand before letting go. "Welcome to the Tranquility."

"...Thanks." She pulls her hand to her side, taking a brief moment to wonder why she admitted all those things to him. She could have - should have - just given him her first name. Instead she essentially gave him her life story. And he's a complete stranger. This isn't like her. It must be the disorientation. At least recalling all of those things means she doesn't have amnesia. That's a plus.

She takes a deep breath and braves a few steps. Slightly unsteady, but there's no danger of her falling on her face. Good.

"I should be fine from here, Doctor...Thanks again."

What she's said about her world - he's curious. But perhaps now isn't the best moment.

"Right." He reaches out as if to pat her on the arm, a friendly sort of goodbye, but thinks better of it. Pulls his hand back, but instead of just dropping it at his side, points over his shoulder.

"Locker room's that way," he offers before moving on.

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couldn't resist! and sorry for the deletes /fails at grammar

few can XD

sorry this is so late!

s'all good!

o/

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