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[HATCH LOG] STRAP IN
CHARACTERS: All
WHERE: Station 72 | Avera 9
WHEN: Day :161
SUMMARY: New hosts wake up on the Station. Mom and Dad go to pick them up for the school field trip.
WARNINGS: None; will edit if necessary.
ON AVERA 9: A moment ago, the hosts on Avera 9 might have been aware of a hollow feeling in the back of their minds - a lack of something significant. On day :160, that changes for Adara and Castor broods. An empty, waiting slot is filled. With little warning, Prince and Cathaway announce they are returning to the Station. Even Prince - normally focused and attentive - seems distracted. There are reasons they don't usually leave the Station. This is one of them.
ON STATION 72: On day :161, two hosts wake up in the vaguely claustrophobic chambers of the Nesting Deck. There's a weight on their chests, a sharp tug like some piece of them is being pulled elsewhere - but maybe that's just the tube running from the rear wall of the chamber connected to the base of their skulls. Once disconnected, Jessica and Petre may collect their personal belongings - carefully organized in the cubby at the mouth of the compartment - and then slide feet first out into the Nesting Deck.
They aren't alone. First, there is a sound - a sensation - of something whispering too low to hear. More obviously though, there are two figures - a man and a woman - waiting for them at the center of the polished deck. The woman is easy, gentle through every one of her angles except person her pin straight hair and the piercing too-reflective quality of her gaze; the man is sharp, staunch, and his jaw is set.
Prince and Cathaway will offer answers, but it's clear there's an urgency here. The Prince, at least, seems anxious to hustle Petre and Jessica along to the hangar. The other hosts have been left to their own devices and the Prince has little trust for them. It isn't long before the two new hosts are ushered to the ship and urged to join Prince in returning to Avera 9. Today they'll be left to the tender mercies of Prince's capable but inelegant flying, as it appears Cathaway is opting not to make the trip with them.
"Be well," she tells the new hosts. Far away on Avera 9, the old hosts find her warm milk, honey sweet voice in their heads. It is intimately near, as if she weren't somewhere entirely different:
( Please return to the landing zone at-- [a sensation of time, an implication of navigation and the tilt of the planet and stars rotating overhead that is abstract but nonetheless clear as day]. The Prince brings you new hosts. Please support them. )
When the shuttle drops down again, it is with the expectation that the other Hosts be there to meet them and to take in the new members. --And maybe to get another lecture from The Prince, if the situation calls for it.
((OOC: This log will cover both the short time aboard Station 72 for the new Hosts should they chose to use it, as well as their landing on Avera 9, open to all of the Hosts new and old. Consider it a check in before they’re again allowed to go back to their scroungingand stabbing.
For additional hatch information, see the previous hatch log. For general information on Avera 9, see this ooc post.))
WHERE: Station 72 | Avera 9
WHEN: Day :161
SUMMARY: New hosts wake up on the Station. Mom and Dad go to pick them up for the school field trip.
WARNINGS: None; will edit if necessary.
ON AVERA 9: A moment ago, the hosts on Avera 9 might have been aware of a hollow feeling in the back of their minds - a lack of something significant. On day :160, that changes for Adara and Castor broods. An empty, waiting slot is filled. With little warning, Prince and Cathaway announce they are returning to the Station. Even Prince - normally focused and attentive - seems distracted. There are reasons they don't usually leave the Station. This is one of them.
ON STATION 72: On day :161, two hosts wake up in the vaguely claustrophobic chambers of the Nesting Deck. There's a weight on their chests, a sharp tug like some piece of them is being pulled elsewhere - but maybe that's just the tube running from the rear wall of the chamber connected to the base of their skulls. Once disconnected, Jessica and Petre may collect their personal belongings - carefully organized in the cubby at the mouth of the compartment - and then slide feet first out into the Nesting Deck.
They aren't alone. First, there is a sound - a sensation - of something whispering too low to hear. More obviously though, there are two figures - a man and a woman - waiting for them at the center of the polished deck. The woman is easy, gentle through every one of her angles except person her pin straight hair and the piercing too-reflective quality of her gaze; the man is sharp, staunch, and his jaw is set.
Prince and Cathaway will offer answers, but it's clear there's an urgency here. The Prince, at least, seems anxious to hustle Petre and Jessica along to the hangar. The other hosts have been left to their own devices and the Prince has little trust for them. It isn't long before the two new hosts are ushered to the ship and urged to join Prince in returning to Avera 9. Today they'll be left to the tender mercies of Prince's capable but inelegant flying, as it appears Cathaway is opting not to make the trip with them.
"Be well," she tells the new hosts. Far away on Avera 9, the old hosts find her warm milk, honey sweet voice in their heads. It is intimately near, as if she weren't somewhere entirely different:
When the shuttle drops down again, it is with the expectation that the other Hosts be there to meet them and to take in the new members. --And maybe to get another lecture from The Prince, if the situation calls for it.
((OOC: This log will cover both the short time aboard Station 72 for the new Hosts should they chose to use it, as well as their landing on Avera 9, open to all of the Hosts new and old. Consider it a check in before they’re again allowed to go back to their scrounging
For additional hatch information, see the previous hatch log. For general information on Avera 9, see this ooc post.))
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[The demand is as unappealing as Kylo Ren's presence, but (like the latter) Prince is apparently forced to suffer both. Ren's kept the bike wrenched from his companion's grips; it's granted him the means to travel great distances with little time or effort, and at a time like this when he's unsure how long Prince will remain planetside, a gift.
And a curse for everyone else, really.]
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Still, Prince doesn't turn to aknowledge his presence- or the threat that he always carried with him- even when he speaks. It is uncommonly rude, but though he does not know every detail of what has occurred in the time since he and Cathaway had left Avera 9, he knows enough.]
She has remained on the station. It is not unusual. [It was far more uncommon for them to leave at all, nearly unheard of for them to leave together without having another to watch the station in their stead, but it had seemed worth it, at the time. The awakening of the new Hosts had proved it a foolish choice.]
What is it that you need? [And with that he actually does turn his face towards him, hands still inside a matinence panel on the side of the ship, expression admirably blank all that his motions were short and sharp.]
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When will she return?
[Soon, he hopes; he cannot tolerate current company for much longer.]
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[The response is without pause or hesitation. No real consideration given to Ren or his childish demands.
He frowns at the panel, flipping a switch once, twice, frowning slightly at a fault- real or perceived.]
And she won't be returning to Avera 9.
[They should have never left the station unattended, and if one of them was to stay she was the obvious choice, her bond to it was far stronger than his.]
Is that all?
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He despises the Nest's twin guardian; a feeling he's certain remains mutual.]
Then tell me when you're returning to the station.
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He continues with his minor adjustments, not even giving Ren the respect of his full attention as he speaks.]
You will all know when it is time to leave. In the meanwhile I would suggest you at least attempt to make yourself useful. You have very little excuse for failure.
[Natch.]
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He will not rise to it.]
Understood. [Straight-backed, Ren shifts his weight, turning instead to face the bike he'd left parked just outside.] Take care with your departure. I've been told the weather can interfere with even fully functional guidance systems.
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Since your departure and mine will be the same, let us both hope I have taken the proper care.
[The lift of his chin is impossible to confuse for anything but haughty as he finally turns away from the ship.]
I remain on the planet to assure your continued safety.
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[Which, owing to the bitterness in his tone and the hardness in his posture, comes out as more of a grudging surrender than anything appropriate
or normal. Ren dips his chin stiffly in a pale dismissal, and then returns to his bike.He has a mission to successfully complete, after all.]