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THE N E S T ([personal profile] onemind) wrote in [community profile] station722016-04-15 08:56 pm

[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 scrounging and stabbing.

For additional hatch information, see the previous hatch log. For general information on Avera 9, see this ooc post.))




narcissithstic: (the prayers that we have prayed)

[personal profile] narcissithstic 2016-04-23 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
[It's a sharp, needling agitation that grips him for the span of a few seconds once Prince's response is given. Sparked embers, too weak to catch flame, but there all the same.

He despises the Nest's twin guardian; a feeling he's certain remains mutual.
]

Then tell me when you're returning to the station.

Edited 2016-04-23 05:09 (UTC)
regalled: (Default)

[personal profile] regalled 2016-04-23 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Ren's emotions wash across him, ebb and flow, and it is with even more distaste than usual that he ignores them. Ignores him. He is without a single redeeming feature in Prince's eyes.

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.]
narcissithstic: (to prove you're right?)

[personal profile] narcissithstic 2016-04-23 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
[There's an audible inhale. A sharp, tightly-wound hiss that's easily registered over the sound of wind coursing across the landscape at their backs. His mouth is twisted into a bitter grimace from strain; that he doesn't act on it might as well border on the definition of miraculous. But not this time.

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.

regalled: (Default)

[personal profile] regalled 2016-04-23 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't justify him with a quick response, rather he finished his last adjustment before he closes the panel with a snap.]

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.
narcissithstic: (let it end)

[personal profile] narcissithstic 2016-04-25 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
Very well.

[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.
]