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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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The others of the nest are easier to muffle. Did Cathaway, or the Prince tell you about differences between "nest" and "brood"?
[ He does loathe repeating information that was already obtained, after all. And dumping information on those already disoriented from their awakening - particularly those who seem liable to have a meltdown (here's looking at you, Shiro) - would be cruel. On the topic of fighting for room's, though - a flicker of amusement might pass between the two of them. Mind to mind. ]
Of course not. There are two floors for our use, and the rooms are - how did they phrase it - customizable.
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[Well, that's. A lot of people in your head. His head, specifically. About 19 more than he ever wanted in there. When, you know, sometimes even he doesn't want to be there.]
[He shakes his head.] I haven't spoken to anyone with those names.
[Then again, he hasn't really spoken to anyone here. Just Pidge and the solemn guy on the transport. It just seemed safer. Easier. Especially when -- when things like someone else's sense of humor flicks through his head, and he almost physically recoils.]
[... if that can bleed through, who knows what else can.]
Customizable?
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The nest, you'll be able to keep at arms length. The brood, not as much. They are of you, and you of them.
[ He's curious, about what makes the symbiotic connection different between nest and brood. It's that scientist forebrain of his that hungers for knowledge, and uses that knowledge to fuel his ambitious design. Mental note: grill Cathaway for more information about the symbiotes, once back on the station-proper. And skipping the question about room customization for a moment, he offers his hand. Politely. His expression is - pointed. The two of them? They happen to be brood. ]
Come. I'll do better than tell you. [ He'll show! ]
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[All right, so now all he feels is "calm". And that's acceptable. That's better than nothing.]
Look, I appreciate the information, but. There are some things I'd like not... touched. By anyone.
[He doesn't mean to come off as standoffish, but he's having. A hard time with all this. A very hard time. Wanting to ignore the weird resonance with this guy. With several people. Just to get out.]
[Even if it's the only way to save the others.]
... All right. Show me.
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[ The brood might lack most of their privacy, but he is a firm believer in freedom. Including the relative freedom that is found in sharing or withholding personal information; so, whatever the new host doesn't want cherrypicked from his mind, he can't think of anyone who would go hunting through another's mind like that.
It's much more satisfying, when they come to one another and offer that, after all. That's what creates bonds that are not easily broken. Anyways. He'll change the subject, as he gestures down the hall - intending to show Shiro to the free rooms. ]
Is your name off-limits? [ ok maybe not changing the subject ENTIRELY but close. he's trying. ]
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[Can any of them? It's not meant to be argumentative. He just -- really needs to know. Maybe he'd be able to calm himself and adjust with that kind of surety. And then be able to pass it on to Pidge.]
[Although, putting himself first like that feels like some kind of betrayal.]
[He doesn't voice that part, though, opting instead to follow.]
What -- oh. [Whoops. He grimaces, and holds out his human hand.]
Sorry. It's Shiro.
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[ He's known the two of them for some time now, and wrapped up in another as they are, each has managed to avoid pawing through the others' minds for information. There is cool and pleasant distance in that, though it's a little nice knowing where they are - by virtue of being unable to not know. It makes defending his own quite simple. ]
We all have skeletons we don't wish to have disturbed, Shiro.
[ He nearly forgets to take the offered hand, but his new broodmate is skittish and suspicious enough of everything already, that failure to oblige him might... well, at best - he doesn't want to make Shiro any unhappier than he already seems to be. He takes the offered hand, and shakes it firmly. As he beckons for Shiro to follow him to the elevator - they'll need to go down a few floors, to the new space - rented out for their new additions, he adds: ] You've known battle, then? The armor - it's unlike my own, but what else is armor for.
[ Tell him when things are off-limits, all he's doing now is getting to know the new guy. One step at a time. ]
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[It's hard not to agree. Because really, what choice does he have? He made it, when he took the offer to come here. Everything else is beyond him, now, isn't it? It's a depressing thought, for a moment, before he shoves it away. Something to handle later. When he's as alone as humanly possible around here.]
[... 'humanly'...]
[We all have skeletons.]
[At least you know what yours are...]
It's just hard to believe people don't take advantage. I'm sorry.
[It's just a brief handshake, but still, it's familiar and normal enough to be reassuring. Maybe they're not as far gone as it seems like.]
[It does make it easier to follow along, taking note of the route and their surroundings. The question is honestly a relief. The armor? It's easy to talk about. It's something to be reasonably proud of.]
Yeah. Battle and training -- [The last part with a slight smile.] We're fighting a pretty one-sided war up there.
You?
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He doesn't know anything about him, beyond that he's discomforted by the symbiote and that he chose his armor over the offered trappings of the Station. Most chose the familiarity of their clothes, though, so that doesn't tell him very much, in the end. His armor is a curious sight, all -- sleek and segments and lights. It's unlike what he wears, personally. Black upon black, appearing only as cloth, to the eye that does not recognize the uniform of the Second Army. Regardless - he's talking about Shiro's armor, and what it means to him. ]
A war in your favor? [ Since 'one-sided' tended to mean 'not in one's favor', in his experience. ] Ah, myself as well. Less training, though. There was no time for it.
[ Too late, he pauses in the center of the hall they'd entered, distracted by the light conversation. He gestures, a reminder for himself really, to the empty rooms beyond. Open doors, inviting Shiro to pick one. Any one he'd want. ]
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[And a link. To something he might never see again. It comes as a surprise that the absence of the Black Lion's presence... stings. Funny. He hadn't paid much attention to the link while he'd been near it, hadn't noticed it as much. Now it's gone and it feels like a hole.]
Not really. [It comes out a lot more tired than intended, but such is the result of their situation.] You didn't get any? They just threw you into combat?
[Sorry, new bro, he's a bit concerned. It's a not-dad thing.] Just pick a door, huh?
[Do they lock.]
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[ There is pride in that; in the tilt of his chin, the commendation of those who came to his side, when he'd made his move. Those who had faith in him, and were resolved to follow his command. It was because of them, that he agreed to come to the station, after all. For all of those, who looked to him for decision and direction.
He does smile, though - in the wake of Shiro's concern. ] I could always pick for you. You'd fit well in the kitchen.
[ It's a joke. About Shiro's sleek armor. He has - a dry sort of humor, when it's not being a morbid sense of humor. ]
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[Because out of all the kids, honestly Keith only seemed to have some sort of combat sense. And even that was tempered with, well. A temper. The phrase "herding cats" never seemed so applicable as it did with the other Paladins.]
[Still... they're why he's here. That loud, ridiculous little 'family' they'd all carved out for themselves in the middle of space. He'll do whatever he has to, for them. And some of that is probably bleeding through loud and clear.]
[Only to be abruptly replaced by sudden mental images of noodles brewing in a coffee carafe and a styrofoam cup of more noodles -- on fire. In a microwave.]
Yeah, that's. Probably really not a good idea.
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There is the warmth, found in the arms of a raucous team. There are - noodles. The Darkling laughs, low and amused. ]
Shiro, you're projecting.
[ He doesn't say it to admonish him, and judging by the twist of his mouth, he's doing his best to not pry into Shiro's mind. Which is difficult to avoid, when the man seems to be quite transparent. Both hands, he raises before his new companion. A helpless gesture, if he was even capable of being helpless. ]
I am able to help. With your mind - guarding it and containing it. I cannot promise you perfection, especially among brood, but I have experience.
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[He doesn't blush, so much as gain some color in otherwise pale features. Color and embarrassment. Because of all things, it's the Great Microwave Fire.]
[... of all things, it was something small and inconsequential, instead of --]
[Now that thought is squashed quickly, almost vengefully. If this man wants to help, the last thing he wants to do in return is shove bad memories down his throat. Even if he can't always control it.]
I'll take anything I can get. Wouldn't want to spread around the noodle incident.
[Har har he's hilarious isn't he.]
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He manages not to laugh. ]
When I was a boy, I once overcooked grechnevaya kasha. Determined to save face, I remember eating all six helpings of it and getting sick to my stomach for two nights. The other children thought I was just very, very hungry. And greedy.
[ They all have their own 'noodle incident'. See? No harm done, Shiro. ]
I'll help you, it's no trouble. You're one of mine, after all.
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[He can feel that amusement, dammit.]
What is that? The food?
[Another grimace, before he adds:] It happened in school. I was... really tired. Exam season. Ended up almost burning the whole room down.
[Another beat, before he asks:] One of yours? Your same... team, right?
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[ Warmed and nutty in flavor, the taste bursting across the tongue. Heavy, filling, though often the only thing to eat for the day. Buckwheat oats, wide and textured - and the faint taste of the overcooked, burnt portions he must have eaten as a child. It's a fonder memory. Nostalgia, offered to Shiro for the taking, should he want it. ]
My team. This unit we belong to, you and I, and the others. Does this room appeal to you?
[ Gesturing now, to one of the empty rooms.
and lmao there's absolutely no regret there for laying claim to what's Legitimately His by law of symbiotic link yo ]
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[Oh, he remembers that. The least favorite breakfast food at the Garrison. Which of course sparks off a few flickering memories of good foods. Things he's missed - that he'll never see again. But the nostalgia tempers the ache, and makes it easier. There's just the memory of macaroni and cheese and taking way too many bowls of it because someone dared him to there's no way you can eat that much and just watch me.]
[Weird... he hasn't thought of that in a long time.]
Unit. And we're all on different ones, aren't we? [Which bothers him, a bit. To be placed separately from Pidge. But he nods, regardless.] Yeah. This should work fine.
Thanks.
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We share a closer bond with some, compared to others. It doesn't invalidate who you grow closest to. Or already are.
[ He doesn't quite glean who Shiro is fretting after, only that it bothers him. Which means it's one or the other. ]
I look after my own. [ "his own" includes those outside the brood too, it seems ] And Shiro. The rooms... change. There is a setting that you may use to customize the interior, for your comfort.