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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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[He glances away for a moment, in the direction of the town and, in turn, in the direction of the others. There was little she could actually do to assist him, in truth. Most of what he did was merely routine, not difficult or terribly important with a ship this well maintained and infrequently used. She would be more useful, and would no doubt find more use in getting to know the others, in learning how to exist somewhere other than where she was from.
But there is no harm in it and no call to be rude.]
Then it will be a learning experience. Here- [He steps sideways slightly to allow her access to the panel, a metal sheet that has pulled away to reveal a long line of wires running horizontally, each one with a small connector near the center and an equally small switch.]
Every switch should show blue. If one shows red it means that there has been some failure in the electrical system and the power has been re-routed to the next available. In that case we will need to find the origin of the failure and see if it can be repaired.
[A failure was for all intents and purposes meaningless. There were so many redundancies in the system that unless you were tremendously lucky or foolish you would never find yourself without a single working bypass. The attention he payed to it was simply his nature, as exhausting as that could be to the people around him.]
no subject
[ No snarky commentary: she'd essentially asked for a task, and he'd given one to her. Grinding as it may be, she sets to it: it occupies her mind in a singular way, to find each small connector along the wire, light fingertips and sharp eyes, find the pinprick of blue, and move onto the next. It's good, calming, lets her have a moment to herself after the rude awakening and the bustle of being shipped down to the planet. ]
Red,
[ She says when she finds one, breaking her process. Runs her fingers through her hair to swoop it back behind her ear, waiting for further instruction even as her eyes follow along the wire, trying to locate the problem. ]
no subject
A moment- [He says, marking his place in his mind before he returns to her side, a moments quiet study of the wiring before he nods.]
There is likely a weakness in the wiring. Replacing it should fix the problem.
[He sets his hand on the panel of metal beside the opening and drags right, the metal sliding away in time to reveal the wiring's winding path.]
Do you know anything of electrical systems?
no subject
[ Probably more than, say, someone from a world without electricity. Jessica learnt some stuff in high school science, but she's not exactly an electrician. She follows the wire's progress up as best she can, following the tangled and convoluted path. ]
You'll have to take the whole wire out, right?
[ The question a little absent as she concentrates. ]
no subject
[There are no exposed wires likely to cause her injury, and the ships systems are powered down, so the danger is minimal. He nevertheless hesitates before he says-]
Find which of the slots it fits into near the top- [he gestures towards a black plastic strip where most of the wires seem to originate from] and pull it free, then pull it free from the flipped switch. I will return with a replacement.
[And leave her to her thoughts, as much as it feels like she's avoiding them. Her mind wasn't precisely quiet, but it is focused, for now, on the task. Easy for him to ignore. Still, this minor repair would take little time, and she would have to go and meet the rest soon.
Including her Brood. That may prove to be- troublesome.
He doesn't wait for her confirmation before he turns away and disappears back into the ship.]