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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.))
Concordia
[He doesn't plan on running into anyone. Literally or figuratively. He doubly doesn't plan on it being someone with a weird sort of... (resonance? Is that the word?) ... weird sort of matching feel to himself.]
[It's enough to where the normally composed man in black and white armor runs smack into her back before snapping into reality.]
-- I didn't see you. Sorry.
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And to make things even stranger, the young man who nearly mows her down in his armor is someone she instinctively feels as though she knows, as though his voice is one of the ones loudest in her head, most present in her thoughts.
She gapes up at him wordlessly for a moment, searching his features for an answer to this. ]
...I know you. [ and I shouldn't, and that makes her at the same time both fascinated and extremely wary of it. ] How?
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[Like he's known her for a long time, but couldn't ever put a face or a name to the sense of her. Like -- like someone ripped away a memory of her. Like she's another missing point of so many others.]
[But that's not possible. As much as the thought turns his stomach, it's not possible.]
I... don't know. [He's strangling all other thoughts but putting a human hand forward in greeting.] This is all really, really weird for me. But, uh.
Hi. I'm Shiro.
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Which she does not take in hers. She tightens her grip on her quarterstaff instead, face drawing down into something tightly walled off. Sorry, Shiro, she has a thing about holding hands with strangers, no matter the circumstances; as if in consolation, she gives him a little half-nod instead. ]
I'm Rey. You — [ and then it occurs to her where she's seen similar armor, to his. ]
— you're one of the recent arrivals as well, aren't you. [ Hatchlings, she recalls the young woman Carata mentioning. She thought it an odd enough description, as though they were being born and cozied in a nursery of sorts like little fynocks. ]
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[What he does notice is the way her eyes are drawn to his hand. Which he pulls back further, out of habit. It's not important. Don't look at it. Don't pay attention to it, please. His other stays extended until it's clear there's not going to be a handshake involved. So... then he uses it to run awkwardly through his hair.]
You too? [If only because she looked as lost as he was. Nothing to do with the feeling of fitting, of knowing her somehow.] So I guess asking if this stuff gets easier isn't going to help.
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(She'll simply wait until her curiosity is so overblown, that she blurts out a question at what's most likely going to be the worst opportune time. Totally unintentionally, of course.)
A shake of her head. ] I'm entirely the wrong person to ask, but if I had to hazard a guess...I'd say nothing about this place will get easier, the longer we're here.
[ She may be saying this largely because of the strange buzzing in her head, the tapping on the periphery of her senses, that's not going away and in fact seems to be growing louder. ]
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[His expression flickers in something apologetic.] I sort of got that feeling. [And then a wince.] Wrong word choice, probably.
[What do you even say here? "Hi, I'm sorry I can sort of read your thoughts and also I don't know why you're familiar, but here we are"? He drops his gaze to the ground, before deciding to keep forging ahead.] Where did they pick you up from?
[It never hurts to ask, instead of... brain fishing.]
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I was on some sort of military base. A superweapon, to be exact. [ She frowns then, minutely, as she recollects Starkiller; it’s not a pleasant set of memories by any means, but she does recall hearing as she was snooping around on the base— free of Ren’s restraints— that they were headed toward the Ileenium system. ] It was mobile, so we may have been somewhere close to the Outer Rim territories of our galaxy, but I’m not precisely sure…
[ A tilt of her head. ] I’m not even certain if any of this makes any sense to you, given that you’ve likely come from somewhere very different.
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A super weapon? [Then she talks more, and the more he's reminded of their own situation at home. Their own problems with other military.] I don't know about anywhere called the "outer rim". But it's possible we just haven't seen it yet.
[He shakes his head.] There's probably one good way to figure it out. Ever heard of the Galra?
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There's very little to suggest that their galaxies are the same, that perhaps he and his companions inhabit it somewhere, so Rey abandons that small hope — particularly when he mentions a name she's not heard ever, not even from the furthest off-world traders that had come to Jakku. She shakes her head. ]
No. And if you haven't heard of the Outer Rim, it's not likely we're from the same place. What's 'Galra'?
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[But the thought passes quickly. If she hasn't heard of them, then, no. They're not from the same place. He could excuse it as her being human -- when Earth clearly wouldn't listen about aliens existing -- but she's talking about an Outer Rim. Which no one on Earth ever mentioned.]
Probably not, then. Sorry.
[He passes a hand through his hair, while his voice hardens.]
An empire. Conquering as much of the universe as they can. Killing and taking slaves wherever they want. You're lucky you don't have them in your world.
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At his description of the Galra, her eyes unintentionally widen. Oh, Shiro, if only you knew (although perhaps it'd be better if he didn't). ]
We have something just as bad, I'm afraid. There was an empire, long before I was born, but while they were defeated by a small group of rebels, some of them lived on. They rose again as an organization now called the First Order.
The superweapon I mentioned, that they took me from the surface of, was designed by that organization. With it, they wiped out five planets — an entire planetary system was destroyed.
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[What is it with space and evil empires, though.]
An entire system? How is that possible?
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[ She eyes him curiously, her gaze skipping again over his arm in the process of taking in his armor once more. ] What were your interactions with the Galra? Were you with some sort of resistance force?
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Sorry, I... I was a pilot, for a while. I've been in space longer -- Curiosity got the better of me.
[Then she asks, and the curiosity and whirling thoughts turn to something more... fond.] Something like that. We're... apparently the only ones who stand a chance against them.