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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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"Title...?"

Excuse me John that's the most interesting thing you've said all day. And Japan wants an explanation. Although the alien mention again gets a sideglance. Maybe if he ignores it and waits patiently for an answer to the first question...

"Oh! Maybe the 8 can be the horns on the alien!" Sorry, Japan, but now he is busy making motions to vaguely outline the shape of his newfound alien creation that is not a troll, but an eight-legged troll. If Japan wants to get anywhere with him, he'd have to be direct.

Challenge presented.

NO, ESCAPE, ABORT, GO BACK TO THE LAST SAVE POINT he doesn't want to deal with this level. This is a glitch right. BLUH.

That translates to about a few seconds of staring before he realizes that being indirect is useless. What is he supposed to do.

...

"Um..." No really what can he do. "I do not see how an 8 can be horns."

Failure.

Challenge presented. Challenge-

Sidestepped.

"It can be really round horns? Like..." He made the shape with his hands, and they weren't really that great. They were more like wobbly shaped horns, but horns were horns.

"Could that not be a 3, perhaps...?"

Are they really having a discussion about horn shapes. Really.

They were having a discussion about horn shapes.

"That's not bad," John said, clearly impressed. "I think you have the makings of a great alien artist within you."

The sad part is Japan was completely distracted by this.

"Do you think so...? I must say that I had never imagined horns with aliens, though my thoughts on aliens have not been too detailed since I was attacked the New Year before the last..." A pause as if this is a perfectly normal thing to say.

"But horns leave potential for many shapes and personalities."

"Don't you know any trolls? They're like aliens, and they call themselves our gods or something like that? I don't really get it, but they have all kinds of horns! But I'm not sure about personality... What sort of shape makes what personality?" This felt like he was learning deep things, like he was learning more about himself through astrology signs.

"Trolls...?" A blink. "I have not met any." Yet. But shape to personality, hm...

"Ah, like, normal triangular ones would hold a cheerful personality, surely." He holds his hands up like cat ears. Hilariously this is the troll he will meet shortly, but it's also a very biased opinion. He would probably assume Karkat was moe based on horn shape. "That sort of thing."

He put his hand somberly on his shoulder, and looked straight into his eyes with all the darkness that anyone who has played a lot of video games would recognize.

"That's not really that right," said he, with the wizened lips of experience.

Japan is suddenly reminded of how short he is.

Ah well.

"...Eh? No?"

"No." But he didn't seem to give any more answers, and seemed more inclined to the lockers now.

"You can lean on me," he offered cheerfully, professing his arm.

"Ah..."

He's really thinking he needs to learn to be more direct with people like this. But then what if he starts doing it all the time? This has happened before. Trying to get inside the minds of people like this. He'll catch the italian virus again, he needs to stop this thinking.

Instead he'll eye that arm in embarrassment. "I-I appreciate it..." But he's raising a hand defensively and moving to walk on his own, even if a bit wobbly. He doesn't really know John so, he'd rather not... lean on him. Yes.

Fortunately, John does not care so much. Or even pay attention that much. With that safely registered, he is more than happy to walk beside him, and even maybe hums a tune from Armageddon.

"There's a lot of people here. I guess it's a party, but nobody was really invited..."

"...That sounds more like a mass kidnapping."

Okay, the most direct thing he's said in this entire conversation, and he doesn't even realize it. He just keeps on keeping on, eyeing the people around the area with a frown.

"I would think it'd be pretty difficult to capture Japan! You'd need a really big net..." John takes a more open approach, and waves to the people.

He sort of looks down at himself at that.

"...I am not that large." In fact, he's not large at all! But he doesn't want to call himself small either.

"You're not that small, either." He approaches the lockers, and with a swipe of his hand, opens his own.

"No nets in here."

Nets... right. He just gives John a look before moving to open his own locker, staring at the items inside.

"...How were these things obtained?"

"A bigger net."

John felt very wise.

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I laugh when other people scream at horror movies does this count...

lmfao oh gosh do you you are horrible!! i scream at horror movies!!!

HAHAHAHAHAA

no it is so scary WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS

I feed off your screams

but the grudge and the ring were so scary ;o;

they make me giggle ;w;

WHAT ABOUT THEM MAKES YOU LAUGH

THEY'RE JUST SILLY I DON'T KNOW

you mean the part where THEY ARE OUT TO GET YOU

no all of it just. all of it. I can't... not laugh.....

you have seven days and you are laughing

yep pretty much this

just stand in front of me in all the haunted houses

OKAY let's do this (yea)

wait do you get scared at haunted houses or just laugh at other people's tears...

I just laugh. and usually there's people making strange noises for the lulz right.

yeah my tears are just from a lot of dust

LMAO

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