[hatch log] pull plug, enter multiverse

[onemind]

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...

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((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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Comments

[inflori]

[ This is gonna be great. ]

Okay, forks. Got it. What do you drink?

[headinjuries]

Soda's good.

[ There's some of that radioactive yellow one in there, he's pretty sure. ]

[inflori]

Good.

[ Because they're teeny, it was going to be radioactive yellow soda all the way. ]

Do you drink alcohol?

[headinjuries]

Nnnnnope.

[ There's a brief flash of something like disgust, on his face and in his mind. Sam spent enough years watching his dad be a miserable loser who drank too much, and that's worth more than a dozen stupid "don't do drugs" programs at school. ]

[inflori]

[ Curiosity flashes in Petre's eyes at the passing of information between them. He straightens his back, regarding Sam in a manner that's... a bit like an animal, really. An animal seeing something unfamiliar.

He doesn't know what that would be like. If his father or mother were good people, bad people, losers. They died the same day Petre did, and the boy's memories of his parents with them. Now there's just the demon. ]

What, you're scared?

[headinjuries]

No. Uninterested.

[ Alcohol makes people useless. ]

[inflori]

[ sigh! ]

So what do you do for fun?

[headinjuries]

Skateboard. Sports. Video games. The usual stuff.

[ When he has time for it, at least, but plenty of that went down the drain since he took up the superhero gig. It really eats your spare time. ]

[inflori]

[ Oh, the look that creates. ]

... I never tried that stuff.

[headinjuries]

[ Right. His normal is...not everyone's. ]

Okay. So what's your usual stuff, aside from apparently underage drinking?

[inflori]

... Diana taught me how to shoot and use weapons and shit.

[ aaaand then Petre would go have fun actually using them. ]

[headinjuries]

[ ...is Petre like some kind of Hunger Games tribute or something. I mean, if they have Jedi here... ]

Huh. Hope she's a better shooting teacher than Rocket.

[ Rocket, who let him fire one shot, looked at where he was aiming versus where he hit, and told him he wasn't allowed to shoot anymore... ]

[inflori]

[ He would eat everyone. Literally Hunger Games. ]

Who's Rocket. Whatever, she is for sure.

[ Because Diana is the best at everything forever!! ]

[headinjuries]

He's a talking raccoon with a gun fetish.

[ This is his life. ]

[inflori]

[ That. Creates a double-take. ]

What the fuck.

[headinjuries]

Really.

[ Deadpan. He absolutely means every word. ]

[inflori]

How is that... [ He pauses, gesturing helplessly with his hands. Even formulating a question with the given information is hard, and he's Some Shit, man. ] How did that happen? Did they give a raccoon super powers or something?

[headinjuries]

I didn't ask. He didn't, uh. Seem like he really wanted to talk about it.

[inflori]

That's stupid. If it was me, I'd talk about it all the time.

[ See: he won't shut up about being a demon. Ever. ]

You've got super powers, right?

[headinjuries]

Yeah.

[ Admitting it so easily still feels weird, even if there's no point in doing otherwise here. ]

[inflori]

Show me.

[ That's even better, right. ]

[headinjuries]

Uh, one, flying and blowing stuff up isn't really an in-the-house thing.

[ He's gotten in deep enough crap at home for that, after all. ]

Two: I dunno what kinds of energy signatures are obvious to any of the scanners around here, but a big suspicious burst of something possibly unidentifiable right in the middle of where we're staying is probably pretty bad for our cover.

[ It's all very rational. He kind of hates it, because he misses doing this stuff. ]

[inflori]

[ Petre's eyes brighten up a bit anyway - flying and blowing up stuff. That he definitely wants to see. ]

We could go somewhere far from the city. What's the problem?

[headinjuries]

Dude, away from the city doesn't mean nobody's watching. I'm from a boring hole in the middle of the desert and we still got flooded with UFO watchers after I started the superpower stuff.

[ Nothing to put a damper on your style like a bunch of middle-aged nerds with cameras and conspiracy theories. ]

[inflori]

[ The sound he makes is displeased, like somehow he understands Sam's plight. Part of it has something to do with the frustration of not getting to see his powers on display, though. Always the brat who makes a fuss when he doesn't get what he wants. ]

People are fucking stupid.