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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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"That won't be possible, Grover." Grover. Grover sounded weird, for some reason. Wrong. Something she couldn't put a finger on, something she wasn't sure about. She hated vague, unsure feelings--gone was her instincts, her tangible feelings when it came to things like this. The ship has muddled her vision in the worst possible way.

"Rather, if it was, I'd be out of here, too. Everyone waking up from this jump would be, I'm fairly certain." Her smile, again, is brief--and it's back to the slightly robotic tone.

"You're one up on some of the crew that's never been in space before. Essentially, this ship's crew had disappeared. We reappeared. I have many theories, unfortunately none that I feel comfortable sharing with utmost certainty. There are two of the previous crew. Ward and Resnik. As of now, the majority of those brought here are uncertain whether or not they know anything or are in our same boat."

She tilts her head to the side, regarding this 'Grover' curiously.

"You're taking this well."

Oh man, this story was becoming worse and worse. Not possible? Everyone here asking form a jump? And the crew was gone? And how many people could possibly be un-used to space travail? That was ridiculousness. This was all ridiculousness.

He needed to leave.

"Interesting story, kid. Seriously, but that's..." impossible? Yeah, that sounded weird. Someone else told him a bit about this as well. He sighed, turning to reach for his coat, hauling it out and whipping it around to slip his arms into the sleeves. Ah, much better. It fit better over this suit then his other clothing.

With the coat on and the locker clean, he closed it, turning to face her fully. The scar on his face was still soft and pink, jagged from six months of marring his face. The coat wasn't as bad as it could be, clean now it seemed. He felt better in it, almost hidden. The bag was under the coat, the gun safe.

"It could be worse. It could be a lot worse. I just... want to get out of here." Anywhere but here. Anywhere that he wasn't seen, would be best. Hiding. He needed to get back into hiding. "You're taking it well, for a kid..." yeah, it was a bit childish, but he wasn't in the best mood.

The coat.

It's the coat.

It's not as tattered, there's no oil stains, but it's the same coat. The words slip out of her mouth easily, and suddenly Corazon disappearing doesn't matter, and cataloging the new arrivals doesn't matter, and the only thing she can focus on is the end game, her prime directive, her purpose in life:

"...And beware the coming of the Crowing, for then the end of the worlds may be at hand. Woe betide all those who live upon the Fence, for the Crowing's judgement, once done, cannot be undone. His will be the power and passion, the fire and ice."

She's giddy now. It's working. It's working and she can't help but beam:

"...But His arrival will not be unheralded, instead it will be presaged by the coming of the Vishual. The Vishual, a being of such immense power, capable of manipulating the very world around it, that its arrival upon Heaven's Fence will let all thereupon know that the judgement of the Crowing is imminent."

The coat is so familiar, the scar is now noticed, the grumpy attitude..

"Hello, Claudio Kilgannon."

His eyes went wide.

The blood drained from his face alsmot in an instant. He looked from side to side, wondering who heard, what would be around and what was going to jump out and kill him now.

Okay, so what, so she knew a verse from some shitty book. She knew about hte fence. They all should know about the Fence (After all, he was still assuming this stupid ship kidnapped him and they were all just outside the Fence).

But that Crowing stuff... last time he heard that something tried to kill him.

And his NAME spoken... had him moving. Before the entirety of his name had escaped her lips he dropped down to both knees before her, reaching a clean hand (clean, such a novel idea) to cover her mouth, looking startled, panicked, and really worried someone might have heard her.

"Shhh kid! Cut that crap out!" He hissed, not angry, just scared. "That's not my na--How do you know my name!"

Chase's mouth was covered and what she did next was reactionary, pure and simple. She brought a small foot to kick at the other's broader chest, wrangling herself free and glaring somewhat.

"Because I know who you are, and I'm on your side." She's smoothing her clothes out now, huffy. Or as huffy as a four year old can get.

"You're supposed to look older, but this can't be helped. If Tranquility has messed with my age, there's a high possibility you are younger." The pause was strong, definite, and then she cocked her head to the side.

"...Though you should know me by now.."

And then he got kicked. He should have expected that. He should have expected something at least, because... little kid plus startling her equals not a good idea.

Yeah, he deserved that kick. His hand rubbed at his chest while he leaned back, still staring at her with wide eyes. What the hell was she talking about?

"Nothing has messed with my age! I don't know who you are. I don't know why you think you know me, but I'm not who you think I am. I'm..." he shifted back to his feet, moving away from her another step.

"I'm... sorry, I just... don't know you."

"That doesn't matter. You're Claudio Kilgannon. I know it's you--I recognize that jacket." Chase's mind is working overtime--both a good and a bad thing. Maybe it was possible for the ship to bring them from different times? It explained why he was young. He still had the scar, though.

"You're capable of many things. Being intangible. Protecting those you love with barriers. You are the Crowing. And I am the Vishual."

A beat.

"If you want to look at it more simply, I'm 'Uncle Jesse's' daughter." The words sounded foreign, odd, and she immediately wanted to spit them out. Uncle Jesse didn't exist to her. Only Inferno did.

He was weirded out, that was for sure. More so then waking up in a pod of watery death and dropped on a floor like some floppy fish. She knew why too much about him, and apparently MORE then he knew? Barriers? What the hell was she talking about?

"I don't... don't know what you are talking about kid. I'm not this Crowing. I can't do anything. You have got to have the wrong guy. This jacket?" He tugged at it, as if to show her the jacket she already pointed out. "I stole this jacket just a few weeks ago. Maybe i took it from your--wait."

Oh, something caught on. He kept in place, staring at her in surprise. Uncle Jessie? His head shook no, over and over, looking surprised still. "Uncle...Jessie?" He stared at her a bit harder now; less surprised and more seriously studying her. "Uncle Jessie doesn't... have a Daughter. I mean I aint seen him in a year or so but he doesn't have kids..."

And yet how did she know? This was a puzzle. "You're from my future?"

"I believe so, although this isn't exactly the future, Crowing." She pauses. Blinks for a few moments--Odd, she's beginning to sound like the Prise. Nevertheless, after a brief second, she continues.

"And I'm not technically his daughter. If we're to be precise, I share his DNA, but we are not a family. IRO-Bots function differently. I've no doubt you've wondered about yourself, but that's not quite important. What's important is that I introduce you to a number of the crew. The ones that I believe are our ticket out." Another pause.

"My name is Chase. As you are the Crowing, I am the Vishual."

Not his future? IRO-Bots? Why didn't she talk like a little girl? What was she, 10? She shouldn't talk like this at all. He rubbed his head, trying to stretch his brain around this. Trapped in space he can deal with; this though? Not so easy.

"Look. Chase. The last time something called me the Crowing it tried to kill me so... you'll understand how uncomfortable that makes me." And yet he was sure it wasn't going to change anything. He settled down, frowning now.

"So, Chase the Vishual... we're related but not. You're my future but this is not. Yeah, I got a lot of questions for you kid."

"I'm an open book." Which is a very, very rare thing. Chase smiles, extending a hand. "Chase Kilgannon."

Her smile thinned, however, and her face grew serious.

"Our primary objective should be to get you to the Grail Arbor, and away from Tranquility. But until then I recommend you talk to Robert Capa, Jim Kirk, Spock and Re-l Mayor." She nods, firm, swift, no-nonsense. "Anything else should be done in private."

He shook her hand lightly, still a bit weirded out by this kid knowing so much about him. And what bothered him more was that he had all these questions and yet he had no idea where to start with them...

"Grail Arbor?" He raised a brow, shaking his head. "My primary objective is to get off this tub and back into hiding, thanks." Which will change in a few days when he realizes he's 'safer' here then in the sewers back home. Or so he might think.

He made a mental list of the people though. Names he should keep an ear out for. "Right, Capa, Kirk, Spock and Mayor... sure. They the only trustworthy ones here?" Not that it means he will trust them.

"Inferno's ship. Jesse's ship. And yes." Chase nods, smiling slightly.

"Those are the most suitable. And also..." How does she put this? "I trust them. I'm sure by now my words mean nothing to you, Crowing. Not yet. But they will--and you will. Soon."

Her smile thins, licking her lips, and she glances around.

"You shouldn't hide. I don't want to take Ambellina's job, but.. We have to prepare you. You have to be the Crowing. Even if we're sidetracked on this ship."

Yeah, no, she was asking way too much of him right now. Trust her, these people and everything? He was uneasy about it. For all he knew this was one great big Red army plan. Though why they didn't just kill him, he hadn't figured out yet.

"Ambellina?" He frowned, not knowing this name either. This kid really must have the wrong guy. "I... don't have to be anything. No Crowing, no nothing. I'll be side tracked for a bit here, then go back to what I know, kid. It's safer that way." Or so he hoped.

No, it wont be easy to convince him that he's this Crowing. He didn't want to be.

Chase doesn't know that--nor does she fully grasp that. She grabs the other's hands, tugging him towards the hallway. He's dressed, after all.

"It'll take time. When I met you, you had a beard and were way strong. But unsure of yourself. I think we helped you be more confident...Well."

She says 'we' like it mattered.

Chase presses her lips into a thin line, softening. Slightly.

"This is..hard on you, I imagine."

A beard? ha, he must really have let himself go. A hand reached up to scratch his chin, as if wondering what he would look like with a beard, while his other hand was taken and he was lead away from the Locker.

Against his better judgement, he followed. After all, how bad can a kid be?

"Hard? Yeah, you could say so. Six months ago I found my sister dead in a pool of blood. I was attacked by some Priest thing. I have no idea what happened to the twins let alone my parents. For all I know they're dead too. The Fence is falling apart and even a prisoner doesn't want to be in my company. Personally... this tub is nicer then what I was going through back there and it's a hell of a lot nicer to be clean again. After all that you would think I would be alright with some kid calling me a Crowing and dragging me off somewhere---where are we going anyhow?"

"Cousin," Chase nodded. "We're technically cousins, Crowing."

She stops, now--because there's something more pressing, something lazily floating in the back of her head. She doesn't like it--but then again, she doesn't like a lot of what the ship was giving to her. Bad feelings. Bad hunches.

She doesn't know if she should push Claudio into it, because she's unsure if that's a wise idea. She's unsure if this is the right decision, either. What good is being The Vishual if you didn't have the proper vision?

"Please." She stops, for some reason, biting her lip.

"You... You need to see Spock and The Doctor."

"Right. Cousins." That was going to take some getting used to as well. A future cousin, sorta. What was this life?

When the girl stopped, biting her lip and actually looking like a young girl for a change, he stopped as well, head tilted and curious. Rubbing the back of his neck he gave a small shrug. "Yeah, sure. Spock and the Doctor. I'll get right on that." And as if he realized that doesn't sound so reassuring, he sighed and said a bit softer. "I'll talk to them. The ship can't be that big, so I'm bound to run into these people, right?"

"I mean I'm unsure as to whether or not my introducing the future to you will affect anything. The Doctor and Spock are two of the most intelligent beings I've come across on the ship, and I'm certain they know more about paradoxes such as this. For example, I'm sure if I were to tell you about the Onstantine Priests, it would mean nothing to you. Nor would the meaning behind your parents."

He stuck his hands deep into his coat pockets, looking a bit flat faced down at the girl now. He had to admit, wearing a clean black flight suit uniform was a lot better then those over sized piles of crap he stole before. Being clean was good too. He liked this, he was deciding.

He didn't like the idea of paradoxes and his future, and priests and what the hell was with his parents and when Uncle Jesse managed to have off spring or what not.

"Good idea, kid. So lets knock off with the reveling of my so called future, which I still don't think you got the right guy, but yes, lets wait and talk to these guys first. Better safe then sorry."

He frowned, shrugging his shoulders up a bit more, hunching. "So... this number, some kid told me, is where I'm staying, yeah? You got one too?"

Chase's nose is scrunched up. She starts to say something that matters, something like he is the Crowing, whether he believes it or not, but she sighs. This is proving difficult. Far more difficult than she thought, and she closes her eyes for a few moments.

"Crowing," She addresses--tone sharp, clear, no-nonsense, and then shakes her head. It's not worth it. Not now.

"Yes, we we all have numbers. 113 is mine. Although at the moment, I'm cohabitating with Dr. Robert Capa."

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