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THE N E S T ([personal profile] onemind) wrote in [community profile] station722016-08-14 01:13 pm

[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...


     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 27

A 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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[personal profile] batmotif 2016-08-24 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Bruce's look doesn't bother hiding his skepticism, laced with a faint concern. It's almost disconcerting, how he relates to those words. To not let anyone else get hurt, a tall order, an impossible order -- but one that could be twisted into reality with sheer force of will alone.

Maybe.

The other part of him, though, the part that is so connected with her, pulled by those annoying tendrils of the Nest... that part tells him that she should thread with more caution, and it pushes him to the very edge of asking whether or not she'd need help.

He squashes it, somehow. None of his business. (All his business now.)]


Shouldn't make a promise you can't keep.

((ooc; would you mind if I added you on plurk?))
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[personal profile] sensitively 2016-08-27 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ What Rey won't admit to herself just yet, is just how right he is. Her business is not her own, any longer. She, by extension, is not her own any longer — and that realization is both unbelievable and terrifying, for as much as she might feel a connection to her broodmates and a pull to strengthen that connection further, the self-sufficiency she's reared herself with all of her life until now demands otherwise. ]

I can only try my best, to do so.

But if it's a threat I'm facing, [ she reaches down to place three fingers on the top of the lightsaber's hilt, attached to her belt at her hip, ] I can't have anyone helping me. It will be my fight, no one else's. [ she reads that well enough at the periphery of his mind, as difficult as it is to read him — he's much more closed off than Shiro, for one.

Gently: ]
Please understand.

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[personal profile] batmotif 2016-08-28 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[He looks down when she makes the gesture towards her lightsaber, but to Bruce, it means little to him. He can only assume that it's a weapon of some sort, and that she knows how to use it.

He hates making assumptions.

He isn't certain if it's the pull of the symbiote or otherwise, but Bruce feels a pang of empathy, of understanding, as if he knows that pressing the issue further is a moot point. She was right before, after all; he would be doing the exact same thing, and his will to stop her has transformed from determination to respecting her wishes, despite his lingering concerns.]


Fine. [He won't be standing in her way. But he allows himself one question.] What's your name, before you disappear to find whatever it is you're looking for?

[Might as well catch her name if she's a broodmate, most especially if she's about to find trouble.]
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[personal profile] sensitively 2016-09-02 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
...Rey. [ She says it with little hesitation, as though she knows he'd find out her name eventually. She has no reason to hide it, besides, if they are both of the same brood.

Instead of asking his in return she reaches tentatively out with the symbiote's thread that extends between them, tugging on it ever so delicately to elucidate his, and wrinkles her nose questioningly in confusion when she finds — ]


— Mynocks?
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[personal profile] batmotif 2016-09-04 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[He can feel her reaching out to pull something from his mind, like unravelling a loose thread. And despite all of his mental barriers, how easily it slips through the cracks is disconcerting. He should feel annoyed. Irritated at how effortlessly someone can grasp at what he tries to keep hidden.

Somehow, he isn't. No doubt he'll be angry at himself later, but for now, that alien acceptance of it coming from a broodmate makes it fine. Though what she says in return is not what he expected.]


What...? [What did she pull from his head that made her say something so foreign to him? Spurred by confusion, he reaches out at the images that she's taken, experiencing the same echo of memories in a surreal feedback loop.

A swarm of leathery wings, sharp cries resounding against the cave wall. Their shape is all too familiar, instantly recognizable.]


No. [-he corrects, frowning.] Bats.