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[theguidinghand]

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.

Comments

[zoosmell]

"It's okay." He takes the pipe, which feels warmer in his hands than he thought it would. He regards the pipe curiously, and scrunches his nose. The pipe was perfectly fine, but felt a little strange and wrong. Like a square trying to fit into a peg hole, except that peg hole was life, and the square was a pipe, and the pipe wasn't just a pipe, but it was more or less just a pipe. He felt weird; weirder than when he tumbled out of the tube headfirst, weirder than being in a spaceship, weirder than just seeing that he only had Casey and a hammer in his wallet. It was like he ate a thousand tacos, and they had all been filled with beans.

He holds the pipe with both hands, and then quickly drops his left when he thought he looked like he had never handled a pipe before. Straightening up importantly, he put the pipe into his mouth, and thought about three things. First, there really wasn't any tobacco in there, and it was a little disappointing because it would have been a totally authentic experience. Second, it was cold and hard and not really that fun. The third wasn't something to be put into words.

"Do I look older with this?" He grinned sloppily, one hand still holding the pipe in a distinguished manner. He probably looked super cool, and not like a little kid trying to fill up the absence in his life at all.