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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.))




headinjuries: the forehead prints off my glass doors. (i thought of you while cleaning)

[personal profile] headinjuries 2016-09-07 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ He ticks them off on his fingers as he answers. ]

I don't know, I...know that the Nest is really into stopping whatever the so-called Enemy is doing but not really anything about the Enemy or what the heck their angle is, I don't know, and I really wish I knew.
greentech: (Disgruntled)

[personal profile] greentech 2016-09-08 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
Do they just not know? What kind of war are they trying to fight, anyway?

[ She's been doing this for like two weeks and she already knows that it's way better to have a clear opponent in mind. ]
headinjuries: the forehead prints off my glass doors. (i thought of you while cleaning)

[personal profile] headinjuries 2016-09-08 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
I asked Cathaway about it when I woke up, but she couldn't tell me much. Like, that it's been going on for a long time and they're trying to kill us, but not really anything more than that.
greentech: (For your consideration)

[personal profile] greentech 2016-09-08 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
Wow. That answers so many questions.

[ Pidge's expression is flat and her tone is incredibly deadpan. She's not a fan of that answer, apparently. ]

There's got to be some records or something on the station, right?
headinjuries: i pet it. like i was pocahontas. (i made friends with a raccoon.)

[personal profile] headinjuries 2016-09-08 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sam's not so fond of it, himself. ]

I dunno. They hustled me down here pretty quick, so I didn't have much time to look around.
greentech: (Stars)

[personal profile] greentech 2016-09-09 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
Same here, but they apparently have a control room and once I have time, I'm going to be figuring out how to build a physical interface that will let us tap in without having to dive through everyone's heads. Well, that's the hope, anyway.

[ She pauses, considering. ]

But finding out if they have any background information locked away up there seems like it'd be a good step.
headinjuries: i pet it. like i was pocahontas. (i made friends with a raccoon.)

[personal profile] headinjuries 2016-09-09 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
Being able to check that stuff without going through everyone's heads would be amazing.

[ He's not fond of the mindlink stuff. It's all kind of overwhelming. ]
greentech: (For your consideration)

[personal profile] greentech 2016-09-09 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
Exactly. I'm also not sure I want to directly link my brain to whatever it is they've got running the station's systems.

[ Better safe than sorry when it comes to weird telepathy stuff. ]
headinjuries: a fart during an awkward silence between 2 strangers doesnt make it less awkward. (life lesson #1:)

[personal profile] headinjuries 2016-09-09 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, that...yeah.

[ Robots can get overwritten; that's familiar territory. Human minds, if you put them up to the right thing, though? It seems just as possible, considering he comes from a world where crazy psychic stuff isn't exceptionally noteworthy.

Nobody wants to find out about that the hard way. ]
greentech: (Pout)

[personal profile] greentech 2016-09-13 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
If it's really some sort of giant artificial intelligence, it could probably do some serious damage if I let it into my head.

[ She pauses and frowns. ]

Not that I understand this telepathy stuff very well. It's so... squishy and kind of indistinct. Why can't it just be better defined?
headinjuries: from my eight year old sister. i'm at a new low (i just borrowed 5 dollars)

[personal profile] headinjuries 2016-09-13 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
I didn't really deal with the telepaths back home much, but from what I can tell, it doesn't really even take a powerful one to do a lot of damage.

[ Thankfully, rarely a problem that came up in his corner of superheroics. It seemed like it was more of a mutant problem most of the time? Well, there was Red Skull, but he'd even gotten that from Professor X, so technically that was still a mutant problem...

Whatever. Not the point. ]
greentech: (Adjustment)

[personal profile] greentech 2016-09-13 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
This is the first time I've dealt with telepathy... Well, I guess the Lions were telepathic, sort of. But that wsan't as invasive. It was... more reassuring.

[ She sighs. Maybe she should explain that. ]

Did that make sense? It probably didn't make sense.
headinjuries: i pet it. like i was pocahontas. (i made friends with a raccoon.)

[personal profile] headinjuries 2016-09-13 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Not...really.

[ The Lion was her robot, right? Her robot is telepathic? ]
greentech: (Combat)

[personal profile] greentech 2016-09-13 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
The Lions sort of had a mental link with us. With their paladins. It wasn't... like the same thing we have here, it was more like a general emotional sense and a general idea of what they wanted. I'm not sure if they were actually intelligent or not or if it was just some super sophisticated computer program. But it's how we found them. They... called to us.

[ She pauses and shrugs. ]

It was weird.
headinjuries: i blacked out will be revealed to me when i die. have you ever thought about that? (i wonder if all of the nights)

[personal profile] headinjuries 2016-09-14 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
That actually...kinda makes sense? I mean, not that I know how it works, but it kinda sounds like the Nova helmets.

[ It wasn't so much like they wanted things, but his was tapping into what he needed somehow... ]
greentech: (Surprise)

[personal profile] greentech 2016-09-15 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
Nova helmets...? What's the deal with those? What are they?

[ Pidge's curiosity is instantly piqued. ]
headinjuries: i pet it. like i was pocahontas. (i made friends with a raccoon.)

[personal profile] headinjuries 2016-09-15 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
The Xandarians made a bunch of helmets to help people tap into this energy field called the Nova Force - that's how they made the Nova Corps, and the Nova Corps is like police officers for the whole galaxy. Or they were.

Anyway, aside from flying and energy blasts and all the cool stuff you can do with it, the helmets also like...they can do stuff like navigation and translation for you? But I don't have to even tell it to do that, usually, it just kind of...knows what I want.
greentech: (For your consideration)

[personal profile] greentech 2016-09-15 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
Huh. That sounds kinda like the Lions. Except helmets.

[ Hey, that's something else they have in common. ]

We also got armor and bayards, but not everyone's shoots energy blasts...
headinjuries: pretty sure if let go i'll turn into a shit propelled man rocket. (i'm holding onto the sink for dear life.)

[personal profile] headinjuries 2016-09-15 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
It's just the helmets for us, but the Nova Force is pretty amped, so it's all we really need. I flew a guy straight into the middle of a star once.

[ It's okay, he deserved it. ]
greentech: (Surprise)

[personal profile] greentech 2016-09-16 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
Wow.

[ That's pretty impressive, honestly. She's never gone star diving. In fact, she narrowly avoided certain death from plunging into a star. ]

We mostly just blow up Galra warships.
headinjuries: in the middle of the street last night... normal (saw a man tazing a raccoon)

[personal profile] headinjuries 2016-09-16 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
Blowing up warships would've been Plan B, but I figured if I could get the leader to say uncle...

[ So, you know. Drag him through a star and see if he screams for mercy. ]
greentech: (For your consideration)

[personal profile] greentech 2016-09-17 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I get that. I just don't think we stood a good chance of dragging Zarkon through a star...

[ But she files that away for later. Just in case. ]
headinjuries: this is not even the first time i've woken up in a shopping cart with a concussion. (the saddest part is)

[personal profile] headinjuries 2016-09-17 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
Well, you work with what you've got.