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Entry tags:
- *hatch log,
- bellamy blake [the 100],
- beth greene [the walking dead (tv)],
- damon salvatore [the vampire diaries],
- elena gilbert [the vampire diaries],
- ilde vilmaine [original],
- joseph kavinsky [raven cycle],
- lexa [the 100],
- misato katsuragi [evangelion],
- philip lafresque [penumbra],
- pidge gunderson (katie holt) [voltron],
- sam wilson [mcu]
[hatch log] wake up, starshine
CHARACTERS: New Hosts & EVERYONE
WHERE: The Station
WHEN: DAY :009
SUMMARY: What's this? It's a whole new set of tools!
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary. Need a warning added? PM this account please!
YOU WAKE UP and suddenly you're a different person. --No. Wait. Scratch that. There's no suddenly about it. It's been a while, hasn't it? Something feels off anyway - a combination of the strange and familiar right there in your own head - and you know intuitively that you've been unconscious for more than just a blink of the eye. It’s impossible to tell exactly how long ago or how exactly you escaped the danger that had been breathing down your neck, but you know it was more than a moment ago.
But here you are, a small miracle of the multiverse: lying in a small faintly hexagonal chamber, a gentle white light emanating from the surrounding walls. If you were injured during your escape, those injuries have been healed. If you were anxious or frightened or distraught, those feelings have been briefly calmed. There's something strangely peaceful about waking up here. That feeling persists even as you find the tube running from the base of your neck to the compartment's rear wall.
But when the tube's disconnected? Things get loud. A wave of emotion fills that peaceful void - fear, uncertainty, relief, a sense of purpose or loneliness or anxiety. Maybe some of these emotions are yours, but they can't all be. After the initial sensory overload, the mental buzz elongates: stretches out into a murmur like the sound of a party happening behind a closed door.
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. Maybe it's time for a change? Drop down the ladder to the floor of the Nesting Deck and you’ll find you’re not alone - and that those sounds in your head are louder the closer you are to these strangers. --No. That's not right either. A sense of familiarity runs so deep between you it might as well be cellular.
Welcome to Station 72. It buzzes with activity - a pulse of life that beats beyond the four of you and this strange nesting deck. Somewhere deep in the Station, other minds call to yours. They are bright, shining spots in your subconscious. They are sun-warm gentle, or the back and forward lapse of some tidal wave pushing in and pulling away, or they are fire and the taste of ash, or they are a cold black stone, or they are a tangled garden. No two links are exactly the same, but you know for certain that you are connected to all of them in at least some small way.
It's time to figure out how - and why.
((OOC Notes: This is the hatch log for the new hosts and anyone looking to greet them after their hatching. You’re welcome to make your own logs separate to this going forward!l and tag any old logs that have been forward dated to this point or beyond (there's a lot of catch-all's on the comm right now, and we encourage you to go snooping on them!).
Additionally, you can find a more detailed overview of the hatching process HERE. You can find additional setting information about the Station HERE If you have any questions, please hit up either the FAQ or MOD CONTACT pages!))
WHERE: The Station
WHEN: DAY :009
SUMMARY: What's this? It's a whole new set of tools!
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary. Need a warning added? PM this account please!
YOU WAKE UP and suddenly you're a different person. --No. Wait. Scratch that. There's no suddenly about it. It's been a while, hasn't it? Something feels off anyway - a combination of the strange and familiar right there in your own head - and you know intuitively that you've been unconscious for more than just a blink of the eye. It’s impossible to tell exactly how long ago or how exactly you escaped the danger that had been breathing down your neck, but you know it was more than a moment ago.
But here you are, a small miracle of the multiverse: lying in a small faintly hexagonal chamber, a gentle white light emanating from the surrounding walls. If you were injured during your escape, those injuries have been healed. If you were anxious or frightened or distraught, those feelings have been briefly calmed. There's something strangely peaceful about waking up here. That feeling persists even as you find the tube running from the base of your neck to the compartment's rear wall.
But when the tube's disconnected? Things get loud. A wave of emotion fills that peaceful void - fear, uncertainty, relief, a sense of purpose or loneliness or anxiety. Maybe some of these emotions are yours, but they can't all be. After the initial sensory overload, the mental buzz elongates: stretches out into a murmur like the sound of a party happening behind a closed door.
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. Maybe it's time for a change? Drop down the ladder to the floor of the Nesting Deck and you’ll find you’re not alone - and that those sounds in your head are louder the closer you are to these strangers. --No. That's not right either. A sense of familiarity runs so deep between you it might as well be cellular.
Welcome to Station 72. It buzzes with activity - a pulse of life that beats beyond the four of you and this strange nesting deck. Somewhere deep in the Station, other minds call to yours. They are bright, shining spots in your subconscious. They are sun-warm gentle, or the back and forward lapse of some tidal wave pushing in and pulling away, or they are fire and the taste of ash, or they are a cold black stone, or they are a tangled garden. No two links are exactly the same, but you know for certain that you are connected to all of them in at least some small way.
It's time to figure out how - and why.
((OOC Notes: This is the hatch log for the new hosts and anyone looking to greet them after their hatching. You’re welcome to make your own logs separate to this going forward!l and tag any old logs that have been forward dated to this point or beyond (there's a lot of catch-all's on the comm right now, and we encourage you to go snooping on them!).
Additionally, you can find a more detailed overview of the hatching process HERE. You can find additional setting information about the Station HERE If you have any questions, please hit up either the FAQ or MOD CONTACT pages!))
can you hear me?
Oh, there's a reaction she can sympathize with. ]
I'm pretty sure that's how we all feel.
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but there's a girl in the rec room, peering at him from over a screen, and damon only watches for a second before he purses his lips and turns back to the rest of the room. )
You know how any of this got here?
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I don't know. I just got here a month or two ago myself, so I haven't seen anyone bring anything on board. It's... I dunno. We're not the first 'hosts'. I guess some people collect stuff.
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( that sounds... like the most boring thing in the world. just the idea of being stuck in one place for two months fills damon with something akin to horror — not only will he get bored to tears, what the fuck is he going to eat? they're not likely to have a fucking zoo in space, and in such a small community anybody with bites and vague stories about how they appeared would be immediately suspicious.
this is turning from bad to full-on crisis real fucking fast. )
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[ She thinks, frowning. ]
A few weeks ago, I wanna say. It's hard to keep track of time.
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Sent down to a planet... Hot Topic hair ( he means shiro, whose name he never actually got because he's an asshole. oops. ) said we're space SWAT.
( he raises his eyebrow at pidge, walking closer. he wants an explanation from someone he hasn't managed to piss off yet — shiro gave him answers, but they were short, annoyed. pidge might have more information, and more willingness to share it with him. )
Do you not have calendars here? Clocks? ( damon's what the fuck from earlier still stands, really. what the fuck is this place? what are they doing here? why is any of this happening??? )
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[ Pidge just sounds confused by that. No idea what it actually means or who he's referring to. She tugs her laptop a bit closer, frowning as he steps closer. She feels a bit like he's looming and that leaks out. ]
Only the ones we make. There's not exactly a sun or any stars to track. Or a really good way to measure time at all.
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( how is he supposed to make fun of shiro if no one's going to understand his references??? truly, this is the worst thing that's happened to him today.
his looming is unintentional, but damon doesn't do anything to dissuade her of the notion once he notes her discomfort. concern for the feelings of others isn't really a thing he feels, most of the time, and he's not super fussed about what pidge thinks of him. all he needs from her are answers, not affection. )
Isn't that a tactic used to drive people crazy? ( he wonders absently, head tilted. ) Someone's gotta know how to make a clock, even if it's only right twice a day.
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[ Pidge shoots back and starts to get to her feet, snapping her laptop shut. She'd rather talk on a relatively even footing. Easier than having him loom over her. She draws herself up to her full (and unimpressive) height. ]
I have one on my computer, but it's set to a completely different timezone. It's something I should probably work on, but eventually we're going to get deployed or something and then I'll have to reset it all over again. We're in some sort of weird, alternate dimension. I guess.