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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 gets a snort of laughter out of him, lips twitching in an almost smile. "Yeah well for someone who was a real boy before this mix in I can say I've missed the feeling of walking. But these bad boys are pretty handy. Patched up as good as new." A hand raises while he inches the wing closer to, just wiping off some of the substances of the tube. The hand then stops on his stomach as if expecting something there before dropping the limb.

"So got any idea why we've woken up in this place clogged up with machines stuffed down our throats like works of ectobiology. Been through it once already apparently, didn't see I needed to relive it now and again." He still refuses to look in the other's face or eyes, directing his gaze out and about.

The Doctor watches him curiously, but unobtrusively, head tilting to one side before looking down, running a hand over his hair to squeeze out some more of the wet.

"The Tranquility." This guy seems fairly level-headed, so he gets a straightforward answer. "Colonist spaceship, only they've lost the colonists." He shakes the goo off of his hand; the drops plip onto the floor. "It - well, I say 'it,' but nobody seems to know why it's happening, not even the crew - started pulling people in from all over time and space about a month ago. I was one of that first batch... Every so often we jump to a new section of space and new people get pulled in -- apparently."

"Apparently." The young teen repeats with another glance at the other many tubes and people starting to crowd about and move on. "And what? No way out? Well shit to some bizarre unknown reason you've been snagged and brought to space but no problem except big problem because we don't know how to send you back so you're shit out of luck and stuck here. Damn that just about snugs me up real tight in my ironically pink security blanket."

Wings flex again, another nervous jitter, now he's processing the thoughts coming to. "So it's not really a technology kind of deal but spacey stuff right? If it was technology then they can just whip us back. I know someone in the space category who was able to teleport things anywhere so it more fits in that aisle."

"Spacey's the best we can do at the moment," the Doctor shrugs, likewise glancing around at the milling crowd. "But -- yes. That more or less sums it up."

"You said you've been here since the beginning, and this has been happening since then? How long has that been with no shitty progress." Briefly exposed red eyes glance in the man's direction when he's sure he isn't looking at him, just to get a good look.

"'Bout a month." He glances back when he feels those eyes on him, but doesn't get a good look at them in turn. "Pretty difficult to say what's happened; there's only two members of the original crew left and they haven't the foggiest. Also we didn't know it would be happening again. This is only the second time..." But if it happened during the jump, and then again? There's a disturbing pattern forming here.

Red eyes flicker to the side, taking in the words slowly. Before he starts to respond again, "And what about a month from now, maybe it'll happen again." And then a shrug. "I was an expert in time though not space so I could just be sprouting bullshit."

"Wasn't expecting a second wave, but after this I'm not ruling out a third." Or a fourth, or a fifth. The Doctor's been avoiding taking a job on the ship, but he's starting to think he ought to. Something in Engineering, perhaps. This had to have something to do with the engines. "What sort of expert? Bit of a time guy myself."

So he thinks so too, huh someone else might have considered the thought stupid or crazy or 'Dave what the hell are you rambling about now.' Wings flex a little, one hand raising to the one which was once injured. "Better tune me out since it's all gonna sound bullshit." Mostly his memories are a bit clouded and its slowly coming back, thinking out loud is helping him remember.

"Time expert, once upon a moment was the Knight of Time. Role and all brandished in letters and placed on stone. Not really but it was a big deal. But had to fix something, doomed timeline and all and so had to kick back and travel back. It's why I look like some bird man. Can't complain though, new Alpha me might be here chilling too so if you see the guy give him a 'sup.'"

The Doctor frowns. "Why would you assume he is? Okay, pulling people from all different points in time, yes, but I wouldn't want to assume there's actually two of you hanging about. That sort of thing tends to lead to explosions and badness." He's said all this as though it must be obvious. This guy has to know about paradoxes, right?

Davesprite catches on easily, "Paradox is what I think you're getting at, after all how can two of the same person be in the same place? Shit is fucking impossible it's not a thing that can happen. But it worked back in the game, and with the prototyping can't say I'm exactly the same guy. Plus the four months. Maybe. Probably." A pause, shifting weight on his feet. "Well if he's here I'll give him a fistbunp while explosions happen in the background of badassry." He's kidding, sorta no not really. He's just confident it'll be okay.

The Doctor gives a shrug like he's working a crick out of his neck, more out of nerves than the fact that there's an actual crick. "Well, perhaps for the sake of caution, don't go doing any -- fistbumping unless the explosions have already started. Because I've changed, too, more than a couple of times, and meeting my past selves... well, it's never not been exciting, but there's always a danger of --" He makes a soft explosion noise, along with an accompanying gesture.

"What's this 'prototyping,' anyhow?" He glances up at the wings.

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"You have? Well you did say you were a guy of time too, what's that mean exactly anyhow. It'd be stupid to say oh you must have been like me then but that's only game related so fucking impossible." A slight shrug, bu the general curiosity is still there. He wants to know exactly what he means but not trying to look or sound so into it.. not so much at least.

A pause at first, not that he's hesitate to say. It's not all too important for others to know and what are the chances of going back ever? It's not top secret anyways and maybe it'll help to test the limit of his memory. "A shame all knowledge brought with prototyping seems gone for now, but I can tell you the basics. Game construct provided in the game just come as a glowy ball like some god damn fairy, by 'prototyping' an object it takes form of it and becomes like some guide to help you along. Shenanigans went and mine got stuck with a crow with a sword through it, that's prototype one and then I prototyped myself with it and became some feathery ass genie. Which I'd be but looks like someone gave me legs so." Another shrug, wings ruffling a little up.

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