CHARACTERS: Brian Kinney and OPEN!
LOCATION: Space Babylon
WARNINGS: language, innuendo, depravity, drinking, maybe pot. will update accordingly.
SUMMARY: Justin Taylor's return calls for a party and even if it's always a party, they're still going to have one. Friends and strangers welcome! It's an alcohol and bad club music free-for-all.
NOTES: run away from the heathens. action or prose; say hi to Brian, tag each other, have fun with it.

( we are the pretty people (flawless by design) )

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: Keeping up with the tradition and copy pasted like always from the last one

( You wake up in darkness. )

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: Strela Outpost.
WARNINGS: Mind horror, hivemindery, etc.
SUMMARY: Communal brainwashing.
NOTES: Divided by locations; players are free to indicate which day/stage, and to begin new subthreads wherever they'd like! Processing log is here.

( I don't know if they're really like everybody else, or if they're able to pretend they are. )

CHARACTERS: OPEN
LOCATION: holodeck
WARNINGS: people hitting each other and popcorn.gif
SUMMARY: FIGHT CLUB. basically a mingling log but you can also punch each other



( Let the chips fall where they may. )

CHARACTERS: Justin, Wichita, Kurt, Quinn, Hatter, Erik + YOU?!
LOCATION: Medbay, kitchen, residence halls
WARNINGS: SOUP
SUMMARY: No soup for you. Justin tries to be helpful by making soup for sick people.
NOTES: Catch-all post

( ooc explanation )

CHARACTERS: Brian Kinney and Justin Taylor
LOCATION: 006 » 033
WARNINGS: language, petty bickering and whining maybe, who knows. gross sickness.
SUMMARY: They are infected not unlike most people on board the Tranquility. They're also not as exciting as all you hero types, so they're bumming around.
NOTES: Taking place on the 13th because it's the day before they march themselves down to the medbay.

( i love one thing, destroy the other. )

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.

CHARACTERS: Justin Taylor and Kurt Hummel
LOCATION: Wandering about the Tranquility
WARNINGS: Pole Dancing
SUMMARY: Justin shows Kurt the dance of his people and everyone is better for it.
NOTES: Uh, idk, poles (not the Polish kind, although I am one)

( He's a cool, blond, scheming trick )

CHARACTERS: Scarecrow, everyone under the sun.
LOCATION: Oxygen gardens / spread out from there
WARNINGS: Crazy paranoia. There's going to be a lot of people getting triggered, violence, etc
SUMMARY: Crane can't wait any longer. Takes place from Friday the 11th to midnight on Monday!
NOTES: And it begins! Plotting posts were here and here. I took the advice of a few lovely people and made this a catch-all post but feel free to use communications/the network as you see fit. Most importantly have fun and if I've missed something, please please please PM this account or plurk me about it at realthingshakes! This is my first player plot EVER so I'm trying to make things as simple as I can. And just in case I fuck up royally, the anon-enabled HMD is over here. shhh I'm paranoid

( there's nothing to fear but fear itself--i'm here to help. )

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.

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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.