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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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One way or another, I'm going back home to Gotham. If there's a way to send any of us back, we'll all have to keep our eyes open enough to find it.
[It may take a little detective work, but that's nothing new to him.]
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[ She's already racking her brain for potential ideas. Wormholes, FTL travel, time travel, holes of space-time...
There's a lot to consider. Especially since she has no idea how any of that really works with the station. Not yet, anyway. ]
It's nice to know I'm not alone, though.
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Concordia still might provide its fair share of answers. It's difficult to tell, given it's a completely different problem for now, but in the end... every new situation is the potential to gather new information. Something you might consider useless could be the key to a bigger mystery, down the line.
[Quite the detective, this guy.] All I'm saying is keep your eyes open at all times.
[She's right, though. They're not alone. Even if they wanted to be, they have a new, big family called a Nest that they couldn't get away from even if they wanted to.]
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[ She has no idea what the plan is. ]
There's too much going on and we've just been... dropped into it. [ She grumbles. ]
I don't know what they expect out of this!
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[But he decides to latch onto something of interest that she mentioned...] You mentioned bringing some of the tech with you. Are you technologically-minded?
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[ Pidge's voice picks up a bit. She's a bit happier to be talking about something she enjoys. ]
I'm really good with it. Can hack a Galra cruiser in no time! Or make some modifications to a shuttle or a robot or anything else you want. No big deal.
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Back home in Gotham, I built a few tools for myself that would have been helpful in our current situation. That, or I was able to utilize my R&D department to help; I don't exactly have that here. [He'd need all the help he could get, and the way Pidge is talking, she sounds like she might be able to get what he needs done in a timely manner. There would be no harm in asking, at least. Maybe giving it a trial run.
He also just kind of glides over the fact that he said his R&D department. She didn't ask yet, so he doesn't bother going into the details of his personal life.]
So if I ask you to build something for me, do you think you'd be willing?
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I can definitely try! It really depends on what resources we have available. What'd you have in mind?
[ Hell, if she can rig up a cloaking device and a booster rocket, this shouldn't be a problem. ]
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A grappling gun. [It was small and feasible, but you still had to know what you were doing to make it work properly.] It wouldn't require much, and I'm sure that this planet would have the right materials for you to make it. [And then some, probably. Concordia was something of a technological marvel, despite its political storm.]
I have the original blueprints memorized. I could... send them to you. [Mentally, he means. The most effective way of transmitting this sort of information, though he doesn't trust it completely.]
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[ She sounds a little surprised. A sliver of memory leaks out of her - using something very similar to get away from some irritated, gun-wielding robots. ]
Yeah, I can do that! That's not even that complicated!
[ There's a pause. Transferring stuff between minds still sounds super strange. Seems like it'd be easier than drawing it on paper, though. ]
If you want to try, go for it-
[ She tries to fight down the instinctive urge to throw up a bunch of mental walls. It's just this once. ]
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All right.
[Even being the one transferring knowledge, it's still difficult for him. It requires him to lower his own mental defenses to let some of his own experiences leak through; regardless, he manages, because it's of import to him.
The images of the blueprints (aided by his near photographic memory) migrates through the link, transferring from Bruce to Pidge. It's a strange feeling, but it doesn't take very long; definitely faster than writing it all down.]
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Weird.
Hopefully he didn't pick up on anything embarrassing. ]
I don't think I'm ever gonna get used to that.
[ She tries to shake it off with a wave of her hand. ]
Anyway, looks easy. I'll see if I can find parts for it!
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I'd appreciate it. [Looks easy, she said. So, he offers:] If you need to make any adjustments to the design, feel free. Just let me know what you might've changed when all is said and done.
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Will do. I think I'm going to try and get started, actually. It'll give me something to do.
[ Yep. It'll pass the time at least. ]
Looks pretty solid already. I'm not sure I need to change much.
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It's a tried and tested design. I had to make sure it was reliable.
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[ Because that would be pretty cool, but she knows that's not everyone's ideal. ]
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A taser is fine. Anything more than that, I need you to run it by me first. Nothing lethal.
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[ She's already planning on getting the materials together and working on this thing soon. Having a project always helps clear her head.</small. ] I'll let you know once it's finished, OK?
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All right.