CHARACTERS: Rey and YOU.
LOCATION: Various.
WARNINGS: Blood and violence for the third prompt.
SUMMARY: Rey Does Stuff: The Log. Just the kind of stuff you'd expect on your fourth year anniversary, woo.
NOTES: I've got some prompts, but if you want a super special awesome starter just for you, I can whip one up as well. Or you can. Whichever.

( i've assembled a skilled team of operatives for later tonight. )

CHARACTERS: Bail Organa and OPEN
LOCATION: Base camp
WARNINGS: Discussion of planetary obliteration?
SUMMARY: Bail remembers that he knows about Alderaan

( Seriously who blows up a planet? )

CHARACTERS: Any and all.
LOCATION: Medical and beyond.
WARNINGS: Violence, implied (and possibly explicit) nakedness.
SUMMARY: Arrival in the crashed Tranquility

( It's safe to wake up now. )

CHARACTERS: Any and all.
LOCATION: Gravity Couches and beyond.
WARNINGS: Maybe some swearing, or even some violence, and more than likely some implied (and possibly explicit) nakedness.
SUMMARY: Another month, another jump, another round of new faces.
NOTES: Awareness comes to you slowly in the smothering quiet of the blue fluid. In the light piercing through from the medical bay you realise there's a shadow, a figure stood at the glass of your gravcouch, a hand pressed to the surface just above your face. Fear spikes through your gut as waves of alien sensation crash into your mind, a rage that feels endless, all-consuming, furious, molten hatred that you know is for you.

When the fluid drains, door sliding open to deposit you on the medbay floor, you remember it. Remember it coming again and again, like a nightmare that plagued your sleep over and over, leaving you with no respite, no rest. Days. Perhaps even longer.

You remember that the light coming through from behind the shadow was red.

New arrivals will find messages spray-painted in red across their lockers telling them not to follow their tattoo numbers, and instead to find a room on Floors 001-010.

( I can only hope that the answers will come to me in my sleep. )

LOCATION: Gardens
WARNINGS: None so far....cats?
SUMMARY: Death invited people with cats/who like cats to a get together. This is the thing.
NOTES: Feel free to have your character just show up with or without a cat. Tag among yourselves also and enjoy the cat party.

( Cats are nice )

CHARACTERS: Any and all.
LOCATION: Gravity Couches and beyond.
WARNINGS: Maybe some swearing, or even some violence, and more than likely some implied (and possibly explicit) nakedness.
SUMMARY: Another month, another jump, another round of new faces.
NOTES: The gravcouch drops you abruptly, cold and naked on the medbay floor. There's no slowness to your senses this month; the details of your surroundings come through sharp and clear. It seems like there's nothing unusual to struggle with as you go through your post-jump routine, but as more people filter through it starts to become clear that a large number of your fellow passengers aren't waking up...

New arrivals will find messages spraypainted across their lockers telling them not to follow their tattoo numbers, and instead to find a room on Floors 001-010.

( I can only hope that the answers will come to me in my sleep. )

CHARACTERS: Luke and EVERYONE
LOCATION: First level rec room
WARNINGS: It's a party so probably all of the warnings though let's attempt to keep things PG-13 at the most, please.
SUMMARY: Accidental party! Via Luke's accidentally public network post. It's an open log and everyone is welcome to join in. There's booze and the rec room has games, and anyone may bring anything they like. Food and more booze are especially awesome. This log is also an excuse for the dumb and crazy antics you've been craving. Have at it!
NOTES: This will be a party-style log so feel free to create your own thread and reply to others' threads.

( At the Star Wars, Star Wars cantina The weirdest creatures you've ever seena )

CHARACTERS: frodo + you!
LOCATION: oxygen gardens
WARNINGS: none?
SUMMARY: so much to get used to, so little time.
NOTES: n/a

( how far you are from home )

CHARACTERS: Death and Death
LOCATION: A kitchen
WARNINGS: Highly unlikely to apply
SUMMARY: They've been together for been two years. They're as surprised as anyone.
NOTES:

( Counting the days )

CHARACTERS: Death acapriciousthing and Death likescats
LOCATION: Death's room
WARNINGS: Unlikely to be necessary
SUMMARY: Death and Death try to work out what they even are

( Nouns are HARD )

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: The Cyllene.
WARNINGS: Disturbing content, injury, graphic imagery, death etc.
SUMMARY: Exploration and looting of a luxury-class death maze.
NOTES: Open to all! Network discovery is HERE. Have fun forward and back-dating, but don't forget to check the timelines!

( That's our secret. Kill them with kindness. )

CHARACTERS: Death and Granny Weatherwax
LOCATION: Her cabin
WARNINGS: Granny Weatherwax, Discworld logic
SUMMARY: After letting the witch get settled in, Death drops in for a visit. Because through his years and also his time at Mayfield, he knows witches need those. Also it was going to happen sooner or later.

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( Where is Nanny Ogg when you need her? )

CHARACTERS: Church, a mapping roomba, and you
LOCATION: Anywhere and everywhere
WARNINGS: Nothing much
SUMMARY: Church has been trying to make a mapping system for a couple months now. Turns out, he sucks at it more than he's willing to admit.
NOTES: Feel free to use action instead of prose if you prefer!

( Where's Simmons when you need him? )

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: Medbay.
WARNINGS: Sickness, body horror, etc.
SUMMARY: Sickness central. Treatments, dying slowly, related events.
NOTES: Divided by days a la medbay organisation log in the comments!

( Man, you look just like I feel. )

CHARACTERS: Everyone
LOCATION: Gravity Couch Room
WARNINGS: Possible swearing, possible violence, implied (and possibly explicit) nudity.
SUMMARY: Another month, another jump, another round of new faces.
NOTES: Yep, we're continuing the tradition of re-hashing the game premise. Copy-pasted from the last one.

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You wake up in darkness.

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.

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. Others have much less amiable plans. Some are merely alien and inexplicable, but there are always those who might mean you harm.

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.