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[strangerpeople]

WELCOME ABOARD


[The first sensation you feel is a headache. It's brief, slicing, sharp. It passes soon after you wake up, but it is there nevertheless, and the pain is not easily forgotten. Perhaps your eyes also blur as if roused from a deep sleep; perhaps your tongue also feels off, like you swallowed a bug. It's not pleasant.

More unpleasant, though, is the second sensation that dawns on you all-this is not your bed. This, in fact, is unrecognizable. It is not anywhere you recall coming to, willingly or otherwise. It's a room with a bunk, and there is a strange smell in the air that is hard to ignore.

No, you are no longer home. Any possessions you may have had on you are gone, save your clothing and a strange watch you can't get off, no matter how hard you try. And when you run into the hallway, well-you might find yourself running into others who might be just as confused and scared as you are as the area around you slowly sways, up and down, left and right.

What is this place? Why are you here? Who are all these other people?


What is going on?]

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[exequte]

[Well, depending on where that scar was located and if he's checking that area at the moment, especially if he is in any state of undress to do so, he's gonna encounter one very embarrassed looking young woman. Embarrassed but concerned that this stranger is examining his body in such a way??]

Oh my gosh. Are you okay?

[leaderoftheresistance]

[ John would look back at the woman and blink, his hand moving away from his face.]

John's scar would be located on his right cheek (Think a Y-shaped scar on his cheek, with a burn mark slightly over his eyes.]

"Huh? Oh. It's an old scar, Ms. I don't think we've. Met. This is from a terminator battle."

[exequte]

Oh....

[Yeah she's not quite sure what a "terminator battle" is supposed to be, but she'll carry on all the same. She examines this stranger, who looks quite rough and battle worn, with simple curiosity.]

I see. I guess it's lucky that you kept your eye, isn't it?

[leaderoftheresistance]

[ John frowned and nodded. He was lucky on that fact alone. ]

"Exactly. Not many people fight a terminator and live to tell the tale. John frowned, he wasn't exactly one to tell a lot of things about his life unless he had to."

"Who are you? Did you get kidnapped on this ship as much as I did?"

[exequte]

Yes. I think that's what happened to everybody here. And, um... Call me Violet, I guess. I'm not sure we should be using our real names, since we don't know how much the person who kidnapped us really knows about us.