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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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In the time Holland is taking to investigate his locker, Japan will move over and hover a bit behind, putting on his suit with a variety of uncomfortable frowns. Why was this so tight fitting... At least it would do for now. With that finished, he looks over just in time to notice the book in particular, and takes a few steps closer to try and peer at it.

That paranoid expression is noted as well, and while Japan is just as worried now, he wants to do his best to help Holland. Somehow, at least. So he'll fold his arms awkwardly, still not entirely used to not having sleeves to slide his hands into, and look up to him. "Perhaps it will be clear in time... That seems to be the pattern so far."

The book is entirely in Dutch, but it's easy to tell it's poetry from the formatting. He'd offer it over, maybe, but he's somewhat distracted by the fact that Japan has somehow put on an entire suit while he was busy sticking his nose in his locker.

Not that it makes him look any less concerned.

He chews his lip as he looks back. He doesn't wanna wait. "I'd rather know now." And with that he's diving back into his locker, only to find something that looks like a cell phone, and definitely isn't his. He might have Philips, but he knows phones are Japan's thing.

So he thrusts it over, sure that Japan will figure it out faster than he will.

He's a ninja he can do this okay.

Ninja suit putting-on skills aside though. He was about to try and come up with something to make this better (and fail miserably again), but instead he accepts the device. Oh? What's this? A quick glance at his own locker and he realizes there's one in there, as well, but he'll work with what's in his hand for the time being.

"A phone?"

'Please take the blue lift to the passenger quarters.'

"...It seems as if it won't work just yet. Ah, but there are instructions." He offers it back to show Holland before moving to gather his own things. Ignoring the throbbing in his head and a bit of dizziness, things were... clearer now. Somewhat.

He opens his mouth to say, well yeah, it looks like it - and suddenly he hears the automated instructions, snaps his mouth shut.

Cautiously, he takes it back, and glances back and forth between his locker and Japan, wondering if his friend got the same device.

"Do ya have one?"

He sounds casual, but he looks worried, and busies himself with pawing through the things in his own locker. Upon rifling through his belt pocket he finds tobacco, and nearly cracks a smile for it.

"It seems so." He holds it up as proof before glancing around to be sure he obtained everything from the locker. "I believe they may connect to each other, but it's impossible to test here."

It just keeps repeating that they should take the lift. And so he'll look to Holland. He wonders just where that lift takes them... Or rather, what it takes them to. Anything chaotic? With these items, it doesn't seem so, but the suits are rather... Hm.

In the meantime he's finally getting around to putting on his jumpsuit, leaving the crew-issue boots in the locker and yanking on his own. He looks over as he finishes it off by wrapping his scarf around his neck. It's only slightly better - he still feels awkward in the uniform.

He flicks his eyes toward the lift, busy thinking of ten thousand ways this could end badly, but there's not much of a choice. What're they gonna do, hang out in the locker room forever?

"Maybe we can talk t'someone up there." For most people that would've been something more like Why the hell are we still down here, c'mon, and even though the words are nicer, he still sounds gruff and impatient.

Turning his bokken over in his hands, he frowns thoughtfully before looking over at Holland's words. Right, it was about time to get moving. Towards good or bad, standing here was no good.

"Perhaps so..." He nods and moves over towards the lift.

It's probably good to have the bokken around, and he's of half a mind to ask how skilled Japan is with it...

Immediately, he follows, walking more slowly than usual as he paws through his belt pouch. He makes a small, surprised sound when he comes across a tiny tin of hair wax - hell yeah.

That noise earns a glance from Japan, who then glances away and pretends he hadn't heard it. Really though it's kind of clear he's amused... At least he's not smiling or anything.

Once he's got a firm enough grip on the bokken, he steps onto the lift and turns to wait. Maybe his grip will make it clear just how confident he is in his skills with it. Still, he's a bit out of practice... He sighs lightly, silently hoping that he wouldn't have to come to use it.

A quick thought as an interruption, and he glances at his own arm before looking to Holland. "Holland-san has 026, correct?" It seems they both start with the 002, though, so he doesn't bother mentioning that. But if it might be of use to remember later...

"I will remember it. Ah, and mine is 008..."

He really hates having his hair down and in his eyes, and from the look on his face, he wants to fix it now.

But yeah. More important shit. He leans back against the lift, notices Japan's hold, and hopes they won't actually need to fight, as he's dizzy enough just leaning against the wall.

"Mm," he pulls his sleeve back to double-check. "Yeah, it's - "

And then he blanks on what that number actually means, despite realizing there's some reason he should know it.

"Damn it.

The lift starts up, but Japan is looking over to Holland with a bit of a frown. It's...? He's not sure what could be upsetting him at first. Did the number mean something bad? But then he recalls certain memory issues (the irony in that is insane) and he wonders... Hm.

"...Something important?" As much as he wants to keep watching Holland to make sure, though, he's staring at the lift door and waiting for it to open.

He's too busy frowning at the number in his skin to notice either way, hoping it'll come to him if he stares at it long enough.

"It's ...somethin' I should know."

Another few seconds of staring at the 026 mocking him from his arm, and the rest of the conversation catches up with him.

"You're number eight?"

Something he should know. That's not comforting to hear. This whole thing was really messing with them, then. His expression sort of shifts to an uneasy one (if it wasn't uneasy enough to begin with) and he nods.

"...A lucky number... I suppose."

Lucky, sure. 八, like growing prosperous... But somehow it just feels taunting. All of these strange and unnerving things happening, but at the end of the day, at least his number is lucky?

It just doesn't sit well with him.

And then the door opens, and he finds himself gripping his sword tighter... for nothing. Passenger quarters. So rooms, all over, and they're numbered as well. He steps out hesitantly, regardless.

Now that he hears it, that bit of knowledge does seem familiar. Eight being a lucky number, that is. But he's a paranoid guy and he's thinking similar thoughts.

"Maybe not."

He stands up straighter as soon as the lift stops, tensed up - blinks when the doors open, and remains ready to spring into action even as he enters the hallway.

"This is weird," he mutters, eloquent as always. Glances between the door numbers and the number on his wrist and wonders if Japan's thinking the same thing. The lockers worked that way, why not the rooms.

"Indeed," Japan mumbles, moving a hand away from his sword to rest against one of the doors not his own. Holland was blunt as always, but he was right. "So we are assigned many things with this..."

Creepy. He's expecting things from horror films now as he takes his hand away and moves a little more down the numbers.

"I don't like it. S'like a prison."

He's not paranoid enough to think of horror films, but he's definitely worrying that they're stuck here.

"Y'think we should go in? Uh. Once we find our rooms."

"I am not sure what else it is we can do," he admits, looking back to Holland. It sort of was like a prison. A weird, high-tech prison... Hm. But what else could they do? He supposes they could look around, but he doubts they'd find much.

This is just strange...

He looks back, chewing on his lip, but it's obvious that he's halfway lost in his thoughts.

"What if it locks when we go in."

"Does Holland-san think that could happen?"

These paranoid thoughts are contagious. And now Japan's wondering about it, among other things, and it's not a very cheerful line of thinking.

"I suppose we could try entering one together..." Sort of hesitantly spoken, but he does think Holland is pretty strong, and he has faith in his own ability to find useful things and ways out of situations, so maybe it would be better that way...!

"Yeah. If it's a prison." Of course he thinks it could happen, he worries like he gets paid to do it.

"Mm," a grunt and not words, exactly, but it's definitely uttered with a disagreeing tone. "Then we'll both get stuck." He's unaware of the thought process behind Japan's suggestion, though.

"It seems as if much of this place is run on a higher technology," Japan starts, and it's clear (at least to him) that he's hinting at what he thinks he's capable of doing. But that's not something he voices clearly, so he'll focus on making Holland's part forward and clear instead.

"Holland-san is quite strong as well," he states, eyeing Holland now. He's tall too, surely that's helpful. "So I believe if such a thing were to happen, we'd have a better chance together."

He's too cocky though, why does no one call him on this...

This is the country that produced The Human Centipede, not Ringu, and that implication goes right over his head.

"...maybe." That was a good thing to keep in mind, yeah. "But if one of us was trapped, the other could get help..." he trails off and chews his lip again, suddenly wondering if anyone they found would help.

"If ya found anyone."

Yes, he's already assuming he'd be the one to go in first.

Japan frowns at that, even more than he was before, and stares at Holland. Yes, he caught that assumption, and he can't say he really likes it. Though he does guess they don't even know if this will happen.

Though he doesn't get to voicing his concern about that, instead stopping in his tracks with a sudden "Ah!" as he recalls something. He pulls out the phone-like machine from earlier. Sure enough, it's working this time. So he'll take his time looking it over, silent for now. A network, it seemed...

He stares right back, ready to put up a fuss over it -

And practically trips over Japan as he stops, looking incredibly worried until the comms device is pulled out, and then he simply looks curious. He tries to keep from getting too close, but damn it, he wants to see.

"What is it?"

"It seems to be working now," he speaks, with a brief (maybe too brief, stopping with no warning like that...) apologetic glance. "Ah, it is more like a computer than a phone, however."

There's a few more minutes of investigation before Japan decides to try out this communication system. By starting a private video call to the number that matched with Holland's to see if it would work.

"Is Holland-san getting this?" A stare at the screen, then a glance to Holland. "It seems there is a list of many of these. So I suppose we can speak to one another this way. It is by number... See?" He offers his and shows the options for making a "post." Sending it to everyone seems much simpler than what Japan just did with the private call... but he tries to explain that, anyway.

Why give them these devices, though? Japan wasn't quite sure.

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Fell asleep!

ehehe good morning! or afternoon!

Most certainly afternoon! o/

I am always in the past, it seems!

I'm EST, so... in the middle.

XD uwah so many people in EST... /PST here

West Coast or Philippines?

oh I should clarify these things. west coast!

A handier timezone than the Philippines!

Very true!

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Windstorms = spotty power/internet, sorry!

No worries!

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