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Guide ([personal profile] theguidinghand) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2012-01-15 11:05 am

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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.
zoosmell: (but let's do it)

yeah my tears are just from a lot of dust

[personal profile] zoosmell 2012-01-16 08:49 am (UTC)(link)
"You're not that small, either." He approaches the lockers, and with a swipe of his hand, opens his own.

"No nets in here."
fourseasons: (pic#1699150)

LMAO

[personal profile] fourseasons 2012-01-16 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
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?"
zoosmell: (but let's do it)

[personal profile] zoosmell 2012-01-17 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
"A bigger net."

John felt very wise.