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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.))
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[Well, he wouldn't really blame her at this point. His head was already spinning, but add her information to the mix?]
I was...
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[ Pidge seems a bit stunned by that revelation. That's not what she remembers at all. She shakes her head, as if she's trying to make sense of all of it. ]
No way! That was yesterday! There's no way that could've just happened!
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I'm telling you. That's the last thing I remember -- she... shoved me in the pod, and ejected it.
[And now that he thinks about it, the guilt is coming back. Quickly.]
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[ Pidge groans and runs her hand over her face. ]
Something's wrong. And not just that being popped out of these weird pods. It's like you're a whole day out of synch with me - or I'm out of synch with you.
[ That's a really strange possibility to consider. She's not an expert on time travel, though. Or perceptions of time. ]
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[It's said with as much calm and assurance as he can muster. It isn't that he doesn't think she's telling the truth. It's just -- it's as bizarre as the rest of this.]
Either one is likely. [Deep breaths. And it feels like he's doing a lot of those lately.] But if she's safe... if we got her back then--
Good. Timing doesn't matter.
[If she's there, she can take the Black. Right? She's enough of a leader.]
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[ Pidge frowns, one hand rubbing her chin as she considers the problem in front of them. Not that Shiro's rather visible relief isn't rather gratifying. ]
You were there. So how can you be here and not remember any of it?
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[But it's a thought without any real annoyance. Because Pidge acting like Pidge is more of an anchor than it should be. Something nice and normal.]
Your guess is probably better than mine. I know what I saw happening... I like to think I would remember saving her.
[And being back with the others for an entire day. But you know how his memory works...]
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[ And they're in a really weird building with unfamiliar people and voices in their heads. You know what? This is normal. This is fine. Yeah.
No, nothing is fine. ]
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[This is a terrible, terrible attempt at humor. Because, no, it's not normal. It's not fine. It might not be fine again for a long time.]
[If ever.]
[But at least they're not here alone.]
... This is where I say, "it could be worse", but to be honest with you, I'm having a hard time figuring out how.
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[ Like they could be surrounded by Galrian soldiers. Or Zarkon could be here. Or they could be dead. Or everyone else could be dead. Not that she's going to vocalize any of those thoughts. She doesn't want to consider the possibility that they might be the only two left. ]
What do they want out of us, though? And do you have those weird voices in your head?
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[Don't think the thought of their big, purple nemesis being here didn't occur to him. It's a very, very horrifying idea. One he, of course, suddenly thinks of in vivid detail.]
[Sorry kiddo.]
... Yeah. I don't know. But -- there's more than just me in here.
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...you were just thinking about Zarkon, weren't you?
[ Why can she read his mind? They're not even meditating! ]
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Yes, I -- you knew?
[He really shouldn't be surprised given the voices in his head. should have seen this one coming.]
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[ Helps that they're standing right next to each other. Even so, she's a bit sheepish about it. Picking up on people's thoughts is really, really awkward. Even if it's something relatively innocent. She glances away with a little frown. ]
Looks like we can "hear" each other. What's going on around here?
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[Okay then. What if he actually thinks of a zebra. Does that translate across?]
[But... it's weird. Really weird, and that's putting it mildly. What if he puts a hand on her shoulder, going for something reassuring.]
Your guess is as good as mine. Or better, knowing you.
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[ She pauses. Welp. That's. Definitely a zebra. She gives Shiro a funny look and then sighs. What are they going to do? Are they even going to be able to get home? Home being the castle. Weird how she already thought of that as home (at least when compared to this place). ]
I'm... just glad I'm not alone.
[ Her voice drops to a murmur. She's glad to have him, honestly. ]
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[It's a zebra and it's backed with a lot of confidence in her. And pride. He hasn't got a handle on this emotional bleed business yet, but in this case, maybe it's a good thing.]
[His hand grips her shoulder a little tighter.]
Me too, come to think of it. Looks like you have to put up with me for a little while longer.
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[ Katie laughs. Even if this place is going to be a strange, odd whirlwind, she's going to have him and that's important. He's... basically family, honestly. A sort of older brother (a surrogate, even if she'd never describe him like that) that she has to look out for her (and for her to look out for). ]
We'll figure it out. If I get a look outside, maybe I can figure out where we are...
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[Not that he could. He has a feeling. She could handle a lot of things better than she gives herself credit for.]
[And it's good to have her at his back.]
Don't tell me you showed up with star charts.
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[ She hefts her laptop with a triumphant grin. ]
See? I'm sure I can do some cross-referencing once I find a way to get some sort of digital telescope built!
[ Where there's a will, there's a way. Right? ]
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[Because of course she'd show up with some kind of tool. Of course she'd have a tech-related plan not five minutes out of the gate.]
If anyone can, it's you. Let me know what I can do to help, all right?
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[ There's a grin in her voice (and on her face). Having Shiro around is already boosting her morale and determination to get things done. He's a piece of her family, so maybe that means she can find the rest of it, evne if she's stuck here. ]
And same goes for you! If you need anything, let me know! Don't go solo on me.
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[No, he won't. And she probably knows that. Even without being in his head, or whatever they are now.]
[Part of the crew, this weird little family they have, is here. He has someone to look after. And that means more than he knows how to say. A direction.]
I'll do my best. All right?
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[ She takes a slow breath and glances over her shoulder. This is going to get weirder before it gets better, she's pretty sure of that. ]
Let's see what we can find out.
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You want me to get an ego?
[But then it's back to seriousness. And he nods, taking a deep breath to steel himself. For her sake, he can do this. For his team, he can do this.]
Time to meet the new neighbors.
[SHIRO... that's not even. remotely funny.]
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