[hatch log] the stealth ship's running out of fuel

[onemind]

CHARACTERS: All
WHERE: The Station + Concordia
WHEN: DAY :29 - :30
SUMMARY: A new brood hatches; two new hosts arrive in Concordia.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary.

YOU WAKE UP. Something is different - something unnamable, but palpable. You aren't the same person you were the last time you were aware of yourself.

You might not know it right away, though. What you do know: you're in a just slightly claustrophobic compartment. A gentle white light diffuses from the top panel. You're wearing the clothes you remember from wherever you came from. You feel... good - regardless of what condition you might have been in before you came to this place. 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. Lastly, there’s a faint pinch at the base of your skull. Reach back to it and there's a small cable connected to the base of your neck and running back into the rear wall of the compartment. Disconnect it. Then it’s not so quiet anymore. Wherever here is, you aren't alone. You can feel that in your head: something big taking up space.

Welcome to Station 72, Mara and Murphy. All new hosts will have one day aboard the Station before being whisked off to Concordia to join the others. Get to know one another, ask the guardians of the Station - Prince and Cathaway - any burning questions you might have, explore Station 72. At the end of the day, a slick stealth shuttle will arrive in the hangar to take you to Concordia.

The pilot of the craft of a young man who buzzes across the fresh mental connection. It's loud enough to be irritating; he apologizes for it a few times during the trip through the pieces of the multiverse, as the ship pops into existence over the planet, and descends into the bustling inner city of Concordia in the dark hours of the morning on DAY 30. Nirad lands the stealth craft in a garden district; once you've disembarked, the ship reverts to an autopilot sequence and lifts off of it's own accord.

From there, it's just a short tram ride to the Bearings Apartment block building. The hosts, Nirad explains, have rented out Level 13. There are still some empty rooms there if you want one (you probably want one). That said-- if you don't want to go to Bearings and meet your new family comrades in arms ...friends...?

No one's stopping you. But some of them might come looking.

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((OOC Notes: This is a mini-hatch log for Mara Jade and John Murphy; on-Station prompts should be closed to either one another or Station NPCs, but Concordia prompts may be open to everyone.

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

[batmotif]

[Bruce gives her his best sort of congenial smile, then gives a little half nod at the cafe down the street.]

I don't see why not. It's about that time to grab something to eat, anyway.

(Just don't draw too much undue attention.)

[snaphiss]

( I'm no amateur. ) [Is all she says before taking his arm. She's going to see how much she can get away with, because, well, why not?] Lead the way, sir. [All fluttering eyes and a wide smile, obviously fake from the angrily determined pulse through the link.]

[batmotif]

[Bruce is prepared enough that he doesn't flinch when Mara takes his arm; in fact, this would certainly not be the first time that he'd been seen in public with a woman on his arm. He takes hers in return, the gesture swift and practiced. He even adds a faint smile in the face of her grin, ignoring the undertones of frustration he can literally feel radiating through their connection.]

(We'll see.)

Right this way.

[It doesn't take long for him to lead her there. The cafe is small and alive, but there's enough isolated seating for them to enjoy a private conversation without having to constantly look over their shoulders, or continuously rely on their mental link. Naturally, he chooses a table in the corner, away from the bulk of the crowd. Out of habit alone, he pulls out a chair for her to be seated, the facade so second nature to him that it may as well be part of himself, in a way.]

[snaphiss]

[Mara sends the mental equivalent of an eyeroll though the link. She has no reason to think this man is anything but a layman, a businessperson, a... cosplayer, whatever that is. She follows unworried.]

[She ignores the proffered chair, instead taking a seat with her back to the wall. It's a good choice in location, but Mara will take every advantage she can get. Mara steeples her fingers in front of her, a common gesture learned before she can remember.]

[She stares at the empty chair.] How gentlemanly.

[batmotif]

[Bruce actually has to make an attempt to not roll his own eyes a little before he sits down at his side of the table, an effort to hide his own personal inclinations towards making a dry, sarcastic remark as equally strong. Even though is own politeness was all for show, she made her defiant nature resounding clear.]

Old habits die hard.

[He watches her for a moment, elbows leaning into the table, making himself comfortable.] I hope I'm not making you feel like a cornered animal. [It's said almost dully, as if pointing out that he did indeed notice that she took the seat with her back to the wall.]