CHARACTERS: Minho (forerun) & Thomas (wiped) with room for anyone who knows Thomas (or Stiles) and might want to save him
LOCATION: the Glader room, hallways, gravcouches, etc
WARNINGS: weird Glader swearing, probably fist-fighting
SUMMARY: Thomas had felt compelled to help the wrong side the last time things went to shit, and Minho isn't about to let that happen again.
NOTES: Basically Minho is locking Thomas into a gravcouch to keep him nice and safe for the duration of the battle. Feel free to jump in if your character cares enough to stop the strange exchange.

( nobody can save me 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.
NOTES: There's a sense of quiet as you wake from the jump, a silence that seems to stretch into the medbay around you despite the slowly increasing sounds of gravcouches draining, releasing, bodies tumbled to the floor. A lack of any shadowed presences could be a relief, but as you fall into the process of cleaning up and getting dressed, you begin to notice it - there's no confused, uncertain faces in the crowd. No new, scared people, number 045 on their arm.

The bustle is thinner, the medbay a little emptier. People have left, been taken in the jump. But no one new has been brought in.

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. )

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. )

CHARACTERS: the mighty gladers.
LOCATION: their room!!
WARNINGS: gore, etc.
SUMMARY: thomas wakes everyone at an ungodly hour to yell about dreams, etc.

( dreams have ways of turning into nightmares. )

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: As you emerge from the grav couches following the jump, the chill of the medical bay pales in comparison to the hollow feeling that settles deep within your chest. Grim and foreboding, the grip of isolation spreads through you like a gnawing void, as though you've been left behind. That nagging sensation of neglect that comes from someone turning their back on you only worsens as you move through your routines, leaving you feeling distant, disoriented, and unwanted.

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. )

CHARACTERS: Johanna & Minho
LOCATION: the gardens
WARNINGS: mentions of dystopian pasts (likely) + mentions of violence (probably) + some language (more than probably)
SUMMARY: Johanna makes good on last month's promise to show Minho how to have some fun. or, "how we learned to stop worrying and have a pretty good time on a ship full of shit trying to kill us half the time". (it starts in the gardens.)

( and falling on your knees, on your knees, on your knees )

CHARACTERS: octavia, clarke, newt & minho
LOCATION: octavia's tent in the gardens
WARNINGS: teen drinking and misery
SUMMARY: bellamy's gone and octavia is doing just fine, thank you very much (alternate title: drowning out sorrows on the evening after the jump)

( there's nothing in this world i wouldn't do )

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: Nothing unusual greets you as you wake from the grav couch this month. Disorientation and discomfort, but those are familiar in the process. As you shower and dress, you find yourself waiting for something to change, but nothing happens - it leaves a curious feeling of lack, as if someone important has turned their attention away from you. But it would be silly to feel bad about an easy jump, wouldn't it?

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: 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: A feeling of deep dread greets you as you stumble out of the gravcouch, strong enough to hold you still for a long moment, searching your surroundings for the source of your wariness. Nothing becomes apparent, only your fellow passengers waking up. Eventually you gather the resolve to pick yourself up and start moving, the feeling fading slowly as you progress through routine.

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. )