station72 | [hatch log] everything happens so much

[hatch log] everything happens so much

CHARACTERS: New Hosts & EVERYONE
WHERE: The Station
WHEN: DAY :039
SUMMARY: New faces and old losses - a hatch occurs and a number of older hosts go comatose. Coma'd hosts include all auto-piloted dropped characters to date.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary. Need a warning added? PM this account please!

NEW HATCHES
YOU WAKE UP and suddenly you're a different person. No. That's not right. You're you and there's no suddenly about it. It's been a while, hasn't it? It feels like waking up from a very deep, extended sleep or like surfacing up from the darkness of the ocean and right there in your own head there's something both familiar and strange. You know intuitively that you've been unconscious for more than just a blink of the eye. While it’s impossible to tell exactly how long ago or how exactly you escaped the danger that had been breathing down your neck, you're certain it was more than a moment ago.

But here you are, a small miracle of the multiverse: lying in a small faintly hexagonal chamber, a gentle white light emanating from the surrounding walls. If you were injured during your escape, those injuries have been healed. If you were anxious or frightened or distraught, those feelings have been briefly calmed. There's something strangely peaceful about waking up here. That feeling persists even as you find the tube running from the base of your neck to the compartment's rear wall.

But once the tube's disconnected? Things get loud. A wave of emotion fills that peaceful void - fear, uncertainty, relief, a sense of purpose or loneliness or anxiety. Maybe some of these emotions are yours, but they can't all be. After the initial sensory overload, the mental buzz elongates: stretches out into a murmur like the sound of a party happening behind a closed door.

You can sit up - barely -, and shift out of the pod. There’s a ladder at your feet and a little cubby just before it with anything you brought with you as well as a set of crisp, loose-fitting white clothes; while your injuries are healed, whatever you’re wearing is in the exact state it was before. Maybe it's time for a change? Drop down the ladder to the floor of the Nesting Deck and you’ll find you’re not alone. The closer you are to these stranger, the louder the sound in your head becomes. --Actually they're not quite strangers either, are they? Something is wound about and between you and these people, whoever they are, are as familiar as this place you've never been is.

Welcome to Station 72. The air buzzes with activity. Somewhere deep in the Station, other minds call to yours. They are bright, brilliantly celebratory spots in your subconscious. They are sun-warm gentle, or they are fire and the taste of ash, or they are a vibrant frenetic whirl, or they are a tangled garden, or they are the feeling of flight through dense cirrus clouds. No two links are exactly the same, but you know for certain that you are connected to all of them in at least some small way.

Which is why it's easy to tell when something goes terribly wrong:

OLD HOSTS
THE ENDORPHIN RUSH of making it back to Station 72 (relatively) unharmed, having successfully acquired exactly what you'd set out to get your hands on can't be denied. Even if you're not necessarily the type to celebrate, there's no ignoring the thrumming celebratory sensation from those Hosts who are.

After a few hours of being back in the void, something else stirs in the air: the clear, prickling sensation of new hosts hatching on the Nesting Deck. They're a rush of mental information - as if someone's turned the volume on the radio all the way up -, a cacophony of sensation and emotional feedback for anyone unprepared to shield against it.

The swell of feeling might make it easy to miss what follows immediately after: the dull, gut-deep quiet as The Darkling, Chuuya Nakahara, and Nasu Rei go suddenly comatose.

((OOC Notes: This is the hatch log for all new hosts. Feel free to make your own logs and posts additional to this if you care do. You can find a more detailed overview of the hatching process HERE. You can find additional setting information about the Station HERE If you have any questions, please hit up either the FAQ or MOD CONTACT pages!))

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Whatever month it is on the Station - does the Station even have months? - it’s Christmas now. Or at least, it is in one of the food serving areas in the Life Support wing, down some of the hallways of the Station, and into the rec area. Throughout the night, those areas are in various stages of decoration with a mix match of things found in the Station and things picked up back on Waypoint, and even seem to be a little bit colder than other parts of the Station. Glimmering white lights in strange, hexagon shapes that look eerily similar to the forms of the Station itself are draped along the hallways, mixed in with strings of multi-colored lights. Leafy plants with red and white berries hang from some archways, glittering strands of some kind of metallic filament that almost seems to be flowing slightly in others.

The smell of cooking hot dogs, tomato sauce, and garlic mingle with something almost like clove and cinnamon in the kitchen. Wreaths made from the branches of strange, alien plants in shades of green-blue are up on the walls, and there’s hot drinks of something like cider and what could be mulled wine, if wine was made from fermented alien fruit instead of grapes.

More wreaths and lights are up in part of the rec area, and here can be found a decent sized tree, with purple colored needle-like leaves that feel like silk to the touch. More lights are on the tree, along with ornaments of colored glass in abstract shapes, twisted pieces of metal, soft plush figurines of alien animals, and a many pointed star rests at the top of the tree. Underneath are wrapped boxes that, if opened, contain things like gloves and scarves that may or may not be meant for a human, books that may or may not be in any recognizable language, and candy that may or may not be anything like sweet.

[ Feel free to use this space as a prompt for playing out anything you want with weird alien Christmas-y decorations! ]

I. DECK THE HALLS

[ Of all the things that Sam’s wings are good for, he probably never would have put “hanging up makeshift Christmas decorations on an alien ship in the middle of space” on the list.

Admittedly, he had thought about using them to put the star on the top of a tree once or twice, at the Avengers’ compound or even further, back when he and Riley would stay up talking about all of the things they’d do with the wings if they had them on leave, but even then it wasn’t high up there.

Now his red and gray metal wings are spread behind him, jets on the lowest power setting as he hovers in the hallway of the Station, hanging lights and garland and wreaths. He’s getting ready to drop back down to grab the next thing to hang when he sees someone walking by. ]

Hey, can you hand me that?

II. CHESTNUTS ROASTING

[ Sam wouldn’t say he’s used to trying to figure out how to cook with ingredients that aren’t much like the ones back home, but between the last two missions and some time on the Station, he’s starting to figure it out. And he’s real damn glad he thought of doing a grocery run and stocking up a little back when they were on Waypoint and this idea of a impromptu Christmas came up.

He’s highly likely either humming or singing as he moves about the food serving area, though he’ll stop briefly whenever he notices someone else there. ]

There’s cookies on the table if you want ‘em.

II. TRIM UP THE TREE

[ Most of the decorations are up, snacks and cookies and hot drinks have been made and are scattered on tables in the rec area. Now it’s just the tree left unadorned, and there’s piles of ornaments and lights and pieces of scrap that Sam’d found on Waypoint by it.

Sam can be found sorting through things to put on the tree, in the middle of decorating it, or even just sitting by it, flipping through a book or sipping on something warm.

He’ll look up from whatever he’s doing to give anyone who comes in a greeting. ]

IV. WILDCARD

[ Throw me anything, or hit me up if you want me to write up something specific for you! Sam’ll be out and about in the Station either setting up or enjoying belated Christmas, and he’ll try to rope anyone he sees into doing it with him. His CR will likely get a mental link ping to come help or a tug that he’s got something for them. ]

[ Aloy is wandering the halls of her new home (she tries not to think of it like that, but it's inevitable for a feeling of finality to creep into the back of her head) when she smells... something. Sniffing, she turns to follow the smell of cooking food. Earlier in the day she'd had the packaged stuff, which had been pretty good all things considered but now it was getting later and her stomach was rumbling at her again. She paused, sniffed the air again, and followed the scent into a room that was... brightly lit and decorated for some reason. Sam gets a bewildered stare and then something of a smile as confusion melts into amusement and good cheer. ]

Something smelled good, so I followed my nose.

[ Sam'd felt the arrival of new people, and he'd taken care to make sure his shields are up at full strength. He remembers how hard it was waking up to the noise of the Nest with only a handful of others on the Station - he doesn't want to know what it must be like to do it with all of them there. So his mind is quiet and calm, trying not to add to the chaos, and there's nothing but a hint of warmth to the ever present hum of the symbiote link.

Her small smile is met with one of his own. ]

Have anything you want, I made all this to share. [ His smile turns slightly wry. ] Not that great of a welcome to the weirdness of this place, I guess, but Merry Christmas anyway.

[ The man's presence is comforting, almost. Some sort of calm in this roiling sea of disparate emotions that won't just shut up. She nods at him and moves towards the table to peer at the food on display. None of it looks familiar. She wrinkles her nose, though not out of distaste. There are so many choices and she doesn't know any of them. She turns back towards Sam. ]

Christmas? What's Christmas?

Christmas in ???

OTA!!

II. Chestnuts

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i. deck the halls

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WILDCARD!

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II. COOKIE

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ooc: Christmas Gifts!

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