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Entry tags:
- *hatch log,
- bellamy blake [the 100],
- bruce wayne [batman:telltale],
- clint barton [mcu],
- giorno giovanna [jojo],
- ilde vilmaine [original],
- lexa [the 100],
- pidge gunderson (katie holt) [voltron],
- rey [star wars],
- sam alexander [marvel 616],
- sam wilson [mcu],
- steve rogers [mcu],
- takashi "shiro" shirogane [voltron],
- the darkling [grisha trilogy]
[hatch log] pull plug, enter multiverse
CHARACTERS: All
WHERE: The Station + Concordia
WHEN: DAY :025 - :026
SUMMARY: Somewhere deep in Station 72, a hatch happens; new hosts arrive on Concordia.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary.
YOU WAKE UP and in a very real sense you are born again. You’re not the same person you were the last time your eyes were open. You’ll never be that person again - well, except for you, Jessica Jones. You know how this part goes, don’t you?
You might not know it right away, though. What you do know is that you’re laying down in a place very different than you were before. The walls angle around you, claustrophobic, and they emit a gentle white light that’s faint enough not to hurt your freshly opened eyes. For a moment you feel fine even if you didn’t before you went under. Whatever injuries you might have had, whatever agony you may have been experiencing, whatever fear dogged your heels, they’re all gone. It’s quiet. When you’re conscious enough to take stock of anything beyond that, you realize that you’re wearing your own clothes and that there’s a faint pinch at the base of your skull - notable as the only discomfort you feel. Reach up, feel along the tube running from the base of your neck to the compartment’s back wall. It pulls free without much fuss.
Then it’s not so quiet anymore. There’s the sensation of something more, something louder, something both big and broad and something intimately near to you. There’s the realization that you aren’t alone, that you won’t ever be alone again. You belong here. This is as correct as the murmur of something like muffled voices in the back of your head is somehow familiar, or how the press of emotion that sweeps over you now doesn’t necessarily belong to you but doesn’t feel out of place either.
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. You can hear a sound in the back of your head, a faint buzzing, something like distant waves or the murmur of a party behind a door. Drop down the ladder to the floor of the Nesting Deck and you’ll find you’re not alone - and the those sounds in your head are louder. Other people’s thoughts swim up: some of them seem clear, most of them are a jumbled mess. Some of these people call to you - their voices are louder, their feelings more clear, they feel right. Further, there’s an awareness that there are others like you - not here, not close, but somewhere: an indelible tug at the back of your mind.
Welcome to Station 72. All new hosts will have one day aboard the Station before being whisked off to Concordia to join the others. Get to know the other new hosts, and ask the guardians of the Station - Prince and Cathaway -, any burning questions you might have. By the time the day has passed, Carata will arrive on the hangar to collect you.
MEANWHILE IN CONCORDIA Angel slips into a coma on :025 at almost at the exact same time that some Hosts become aware of missing pieces fitting into place. Those hosts with new brood members waking up on the station will feel somewhere more complete; you might want to let everyone know you’ll be getting new roommates soon.
Everyone might be putting themselves and their broods back together in the wake of the explosion that left the nest down one host and injected everyone with renewed motivation to either find the people responsible or make sure nothing like what happened at Royal Street ever happens again. Things are progressing on multiple fronts, but on DAY 26 there’s an option to put some of those efforts on the back burner...
((OOC Notes: This is the hatch log for all new and recently returning hosts; any threads on the Station should be closed to newly awakened hosts or Station-based NPCs; a top level for Cathaway and Prince will be going live shortly. Any threads on Concordia can be open to both new and old hosts! For anything happening beyond these calendar dates, feel free to create your own logs and posts.
If you have questions about the mission specifically, direct them to the most recent calendar post HERE. You can find a more detailed overview of the hatching process HERE; you might also want to take a glance at the MISSION CONCORDIA BRIEFING. For all other questions, please hit up either the FAQ or MOD CONTACT pages.))
WHERE: The Station + Concordia
WHEN: DAY :025 - :026
SUMMARY: Somewhere deep in Station 72, a hatch happens; new hosts arrive on Concordia.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary.
YOU WAKE UP and in a very real sense you are born again. You’re not the same person you were the last time your eyes were open. You’ll never be that person again - well, except for you, Jessica Jones. You know how this part goes, don’t you?
You might not know it right away, though. What you do know is that you’re laying down in a place very different than you were before. The walls angle around you, claustrophobic, and they emit a gentle white light that’s faint enough not to hurt your freshly opened eyes. For a moment you feel fine even if you didn’t before you went under. Whatever injuries you might have had, whatever agony you may have been experiencing, whatever fear dogged your heels, they’re all gone. It’s quiet. When you’re conscious enough to take stock of anything beyond that, you realize that you’re wearing your own clothes and that there’s a faint pinch at the base of your skull - notable as the only discomfort you feel. Reach up, feel along the tube running from the base of your neck to the compartment’s back wall. It pulls free without much fuss.
Then it’s not so quiet anymore. There’s the sensation of something more, something louder, something both big and broad and something intimately near to you. There’s the realization that you aren’t alone, that you won’t ever be alone again. You belong here. This is as correct as the murmur of something like muffled voices in the back of your head is somehow familiar, or how the press of emotion that sweeps over you now doesn’t necessarily belong to you but doesn’t feel out of place either.
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. You can hear a sound in the back of your head, a faint buzzing, something like distant waves or the murmur of a party behind a door. Drop down the ladder to the floor of the Nesting Deck and you’ll find you’re not alone - and the those sounds in your head are louder. Other people’s thoughts swim up: some of them seem clear, most of them are a jumbled mess. Some of these people call to you - their voices are louder, their feelings more clear, they feel right. Further, there’s an awareness that there are others like you - not here, not close, but somewhere: an indelible tug at the back of your mind.
Welcome to Station 72. All new hosts will have one day aboard the Station before being whisked off to Concordia to join the others. Get to know the other new hosts, and ask the guardians of the Station - Prince and Cathaway -, any burning questions you might have. By the time the day has passed, Carata will arrive on the hangar to collect you.
MEANWHILE IN CONCORDIA Angel slips into a coma on :025 at almost at the exact same time that some Hosts become aware of missing pieces fitting into place. Those hosts with new brood members waking up on the station will feel somewhere more complete; you might want to let everyone know you’ll be getting new roommates soon.
Everyone might be putting themselves and their broods back together in the wake of the explosion that left the nest down one host and injected everyone with renewed motivation to either find the people responsible or make sure nothing like what happened at Royal Street ever happens again. Things are progressing on multiple fronts, but on DAY 26 there’s an option to put some of those efforts on the back burner...
ON THE STATION, the new hosts are herded onto a sleek, black brick-shaped transport. Carata, a woman young enough to almost be called a girl, carefully makes sure everyone is seated and strapped in. She’s all gentle, easy smiles and cheerful responses to any questions posed to her. When everyone’s safely aboard, the ship’s landing platform descends through the floor of the hangar. It snaps into place in the airlock and for a moment there’s a beat of perfect stillness, a shiver of anticipation. Then the transport is flung through the shaft, ejected into the wild black of space. There’s a nauseating lurch in your belly as it bursts through the delicate shell of the multiverse and snaps into real space above the blue and yellow marble of the planet Opia. Somewhere, thousands of miles below in the city of Concordia, your brood is waiting for you.
IN CONCORDIA
IN CONCORDIA, as dark falls, Nirad announces he’s going to fetch Carata and the new hosts from their landing. Anyone’s welcome to accompany him on the hour long drive to the stealth transport’s landing zone. The rented bus - manned by that same (now very stoic) android - takes everyone to the outskirts of the industrial block. They arrive at a different parking garage just as the stealth transport drops out of the sky, shivering into sight as it touches down. The hosts on the ship step down and then the stealth transport lifts back off the rooftop and wrinkles out of sight. It’s unclear how many more time they’ll be able to get away with this.
Get your meet and greets in and stretch your legs; you have a few minutes before everyone piles into the van and takes the long drive back to the Bearings Apartment block where the hosts have rented out the entirely of Level 13. New hosts will find there are rooms there that as of yet unclaimed, and they’re free to begin making this their home in whatever ways they please. Get familiar with your new comrades, explore the city, or maybe just take a well deserved breather. Officially speaking, nothing much happens until--
EARLY ON DAY 27A NEW WINDOW POPS UP IN YOUR EXTRANET PANEL...
((OOC Notes: This is the hatch log for all new and recently returning hosts; any threads on the Station should be closed to newly awakened hosts or Station-based NPCs; a top level for Cathaway and Prince will be going live shortly. Any threads on Concordia can be open to both new and old hosts! For anything happening beyond these calendar dates, feel free to create your own logs and posts.
If you have questions about the mission specifically, direct them to the most recent calendar post HERE. You can find a more detailed overview of the hatching process HERE; you might also want to take a glance at the MISSION CONCORDIA BRIEFING. For all other questions, please hit up either the FAQ or MOD CONTACT pages.))
27
[ the candlelight vigil is interesting to giorno, if only because it's a great way to step into something big that's happened before he was there. more opportunities to watch and observe, see how things have been going. the things that he's read in the feed are interesting, and judging by the general mood of the hosts, something terrible has happened just recently, on a personal level. ]
It seems like a good place to be. Are you going?
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[ Having been at ground zero, it feels like the right thing to do, paying his respects to the people who weren't as lucky as he was. ]
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[ giorno wasn't there when it happened, but he's seen enough people suffer before he got here, and that was all in the span of a couple of days. ]
I'm Giorno.
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[ He was ready to start justifying himself with the possibilities of learning something and the mission and blah blah blah, but if he doesn't have to, that's kind of a relief, anyway. Because stuff sucked, and sometimes not being alone with it helped. ]
I'm Sam, nice to meet you.
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[ there are plenty of things giorno feels that he needs to catch up on, but for now, he wants to take everything slowly, to get used to the voices, to the people he's supposed to be with. watch, and observe. it's saved his neck more times than he can count. ]
Have you been here long?
If you have, do you mind giving me a rundown of who's who in the building?
[ just a cliffsnotes on the people, on their brood .... ]
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[ So he doesn't know everyone as well as he could, but he at least has an idea of who's who even for the people he's yet to speak to. ]
Well, first of all there's two other Sams to keep straight. What were the odds.
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[ last one until they got there. giorno frowns, thinking about the things he's seen in the news, the stuff he's read on the net. he will ask things, but he will wait for that list of who's who. ]
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[ Although he's seen it happen before this. Occasionally.
Two Sams on one Avengers team is pretty crazy too, right? ]
- okay, so. One of the other Sams is in our brood, Sam Wilson. He's pretty chill. Then there's Bucky, and he's...intense, I guess? [ Frown. He's not quite sure how to describe it; he gets the sense that there's something damaged there, but he doesn't know the story and he's not about to ask. ] Like, I guess it feels like he's looking at everything like it's life or death, not just actual life or death stuff.
[ Sam choked on a taco and Bucky was convinced he was being poisoned. You don't get that way from living a normal life in suburbia, that's for sure. ]
And then there's Parker. You...might not see her around much, she kind of avoids everybody and hates everything. She has no chill.
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parker, no chill. giorno isn't so familiar with the slang, but he does get the idea. to actively avoid everybody and hate everything despite being a part of a brood - that must have consequences, though at the moment he can't think of any. he can't decide if it's brave or silly of her, but giorno supposes one has to get contentment somewhere. even if it isolates you from everyone else. ]
I woke up with Pidge. She's with us too.
[ giorno smiles mischievously at him. ] And if the other Sam is the chill one, what does that make you?
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[ But hell if he knows how these things work. Is it like puppies where there's a variable litter size? Or do the symbiotes just like...reproduce by mitosis or something?
And was that an insult? He's not sure whether to be insulted or not. ]
I guess I'm the angry one.
[ Well, he can't really feel that insulted by it when he knows it's a problem for him, anyway. ]
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I see.
[ that is so exhausting. giorno is reminded of fugo, a friend of his, who was terrified by his own anger. good person, terrible control over his temper. ]
You can stick with me, if you want. I've been told I've got a calming presence - we'll see if that praise is worth something.
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[ No school, no foreclosure, no destroying his social life by cutting out for the superhero stuff - which also means no friends (if they're still his friends, that gets complicated), no family, and the possibility that he's not around to stop the next attack on Earth.
Back home, Sam was mostly angry about all of the things he couldn't fix. But if you can't fix them not because you're powerless to, but because you're nowhere near them, does that make it easier? Or does that just make it harder because you can't even try to do something?
Six of one, half a dozen of the other. ]
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That's more than what can be said for other people. Other ... species. People spend so much time trying to get through each other, and here we are, more connected to each other than we ever asked for. There might be something in that to be happy about.
To be clear, I'm not saying you have to like this. But there are good things to consider about the scenario, and it's easier to start looking at it from a point of curiousity than a point of disdain.
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But God, back home did he feel like he couldn't share anything with anybody, no matter how much he wanted to. ]
...that's pretty zen.
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You need to have something to come back to, what with how far away we are from home. [ he stares at the wall at a distance, thinking of his friends. warmth spills out of him, like his namesake, bright, gold. ]
I'm also from a place where people with good intentions often end up hurting each other badly, for one reason or another. You learn very quickly how useful it is to be able to calm somebody down, otherwise they'll get themselves killed - if not other people around them.
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Been there, done that, got the t-shirt. And he's hardly the person around the nest who's most in need of being calmed down. ]
Man. We could've used that the other night.
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If you need anything, you can call on me.
[ comfort, or another hand wherever sam needs it. they are broodmates; they might as well do something with that connection they've got.
on the other hand, giorno's optimism isn't exactly a thing that's easily swallowed around these parts, and truth be told he's just glad his meeting with sam went a lot better than he expected. ] We should do our best to help each other, at least.
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[ With the way everything's been going in his life lately, it's been one carpet yanked out from under his feet after another. He's gotten used to thinking he just has to deal with it by himself.
But dealing with stuff alone, if he's honest about it, sucks. ]
Thanks.
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I suppose - if we have need for each other, we can find each other mentally. [ he pauses for a bit, and then asks, ] Or would you rather we speak in person, most of the time?
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[ Not like some of the psychics at home actually could, if they were so inclined. ]
It's just...you know. Kinda weird.