0001: A New Beginning

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Whatever your activities before, they're interrupted by a sudden lurching feeling, like someone's put a hook into the pit of your very being and yanked. There's a brief burst, a brilliantly twisting tunnel? And then silence. Stars fill your vision, along with bodies, machines, and not much else before everything mercifully goes black. The shock of it, more than the lack of air.

And then, there's sound. There's not much at first. Beeping. Lots of beeping. Some of it is irritatingly loud, and apparently it's the cause of a lot of excitement. When vision returns, the first thing to note would be alien writing blinking in your field of vision, displayed on a monitor or a clear bubble somewhere. Alien, but familiar enough for you to read "Awakening". Whatever that means, you're apparently not alone, as people in black and white uniforms are rushing through the large room you're in, the room filled with people hooked up to all kinds of machines. Of course, some of them don't look entirely like people.

All of a sudden, a haggered face fills your field of vision. "Great Shades of Elvis! Another one! Look, please remain calm." The poor nurse turns and starts to fiddle with some of the machines surrounding you. "There's been an accident, but you're okay. Try to stay quiet and don't disturb the other patients. Someone will be with you in a moment." They turn away to shout across the room, as if that wouldn't disturb anyone. "Hoi, Oglaf! Mark this one as alive so Security can take them for the briefing!" He gestures at some official looking people in red and black uniforms assisting other patients into wheelchairs. "Just flag one of them down, they'll take you to the briefing. We'll explain everything. Just don't panic, you're in good hands." He grins and pats your shin. "Welcome to the Fleet, eh? 'scume, someone else is starting to budge and I gotta make sure it's not some poor sot swallowed his tongue again." With that, he leaves you alone with your thoughts and the bright lights.

[Medical Arrival | Hangar Arrival | Briefing | Post-Briefing 1 | Post-Briefing 2]

Comments

[maddeninghatter]

[ As sneaky as a gawky guy in hospital pajamas can be. Break wonders idly why the man hasn't simply filled in the forms (he's quite certain nobody is looking at them too closely: he'd written his in all-caps, filled the margins with rude drawings, and signed it "Emily"). He speculates that perhaps the fellow doesn't have any clothes. Was he was whisked here in the altogether? Poor fellow.

In any case, Mister Altogether has the appearance of somebody who is trying to be furtive, who would very much like to slip past unnoticed, thus Break very helpfully.... ]

Hi there!!!

[ ....greets him loudly, clapping him on the shoulder for good measure. ]

[meddler]

[ The Doctor had faith in his sneaking ability. After all, he'd managed to sneak around quite a bit in a hospital gown in one of his earlier lives.

But, it would seem his Eleventh (give or take) incarnation didn't have quite the same flare that his third incarnation did. When he's clapped on the back, he responds with an over-dramatic hand motion. ]

Shhh. I'm trying to get past them.

[ Well. This was clearly doomed to be a failure before he had the chance to properly start. ]

[maddeninghatter]

Yes, but why the need for stealth? Unless....

[ His features take on an equally exaggerated expression of horror. The blue rag doll on his shoulder shrieks: ]

HE'S GOING TO NICK SOMETHING!

[ Break pats his doll and replies: ]

Why, I think you might be right, Emily. Dear, dear, that's verrrry naughty.