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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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Re-l noticed the woman and her almost subdued expression and, reminded of herself, she made her way over. Not much had changed since she'd left Romdeau over a month ago, though she'd discarded the makeup she usually wore. There had been no way for her to get more and, honestly, she wasn't in any position to ask for something so trivial.

She approached the woman and held out a hand to steady her should she happen to pitch forward. "It's all right. It's a little disorienting at first, but you're safe." Relatively. "There are people here who are fairly amiable and no one's going to hurt you."

She wasn't very good at this comforting thing. "Are you all right?"

Her bearings were coming to her, slowly. She didn't know where she was, or what type of place she was in, but she was slowly becoming a little less disorientated. Slowly. The feeling in her hadn't dissipated, if anything it felt a little stronger, but her head was clearing. Her memories however? There was something missing.

Kristeva heard the steps of someone approaching, turning her head to see whom was approaching her. It wasn't that there was someone else there but rather who was there. Another citizen.

Kristeva listened as she spoke, getting verbal confirmation of her identity as well as visual. It really was her.

"Re-l Mayer." There was no question to her voice, just a simple statement. Recognition. "You are here also." There was questioning to that, not that she wasn't unsure as to what she was saying but rather the 'here' part, given it was unknown.

Re-l frowned as the woman looked her over and the scowl quickly turned into surprise. She didn't know this woman. She didn't recognize her. The voice did seem familiar, but-- No. She didn't know her.

She took a step back and frowned defensively. Her hand rested on the handle of her weapon. "Who are you? How do you know my name?"

Kristeva should have expected this but even with the knowledge that she wasn't quite herself? It had slipped her for that moment. Seeing Re-l had brought her mind back to Romdeau, and for a moment she'd forgotten her current... change.

"I know you as any citizen of Romdeau." And because that wasn't an answer, even with as similar as her voice may sound. "I am Kristeva, Raul Creed's autoreiv." Only somehow more human. The situation was becoming more complex by the minute.

Re-l could only stand there in shock for a moment. This was supposed to be Kristeva? But she... She had hair and skin and bones. She was human. What the hell had this ship done to her? Briefly, she thought of Iggy and was more than grateful that he hadn't come here too.

"Kristeva," she murmured, finally getting a hold of herself. "And you're... Are you all right? What's the last thing you remember?"

"Not what it should be." There was some confusion on her face mixed in thought, trying to think back to what it was that she remembered. Her memories were there but there was something that felt wrong about it, something that felt... tampered?

"You returned to Romdeau. There is more but it is inaccessible." Not inaccessible entirely but Kristeva had no words for the situation. She had no way of knowing what this, or anything, felt like. Knowing was not the same as feeling.

"We are no longer in Romdeau." Something that Kristeva knew that Re-l knew, but important things needed dealing with.

Inaccessible. "It's... It's probably the memory loss. You'll remember things in a few hours or so, or up to 24 hours at maximum. You're probably feeling sick too." And she was a human now. Things would be difficult.

She reached out a hand to steady her if she needed it. "Here... Come with me. You haven't been to your locker yet, have you?"

Kristeva made no comment to that. Was that how to describe what she felt? Although with all the new feelings it was hard to know what exactly of her was 'sick'. She looked at Re-l's hand for a moment before realising that it was for her, that she was helping her. She stood easily, easier with Re-l's help, finding her balance a little less steady in her new body. Although much was similar, or at least her movements were, it still managed to feel unfamiliar - mostly because she could feel.

"I have not. You are the first that I have seen." Spoken to. She'd seen others, brief glimpses as they moved in the room but Re-l was the first that she had spoken to, and seen, that was more than that. "Where have we been brought to?" Or come to. Re-l had been with Vincent Law and Pino. Travelling. It troubled her that she was unable to remember more but Kristeva placed a little faith in Re-l's words.