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[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!))
no subject
The woman raises her attention only after a long beat. Her pin straight greying hair sways forward across his shoulders and his pale eyes manage to reflect the mottled light of the room with unsettingly clarity. Somewhere in the connection between them, a great shape stirs. A thousand points of light turn by a fraction to glitter in this direction.
"Here specifically? Pruning."
no subject
He hates not knowing things.
"Here generally," he says slowly, attention split between the actual conversation and the link. "I can see the pruning just fine."
no subject
"You're a young host who has woken up for the first time on your new home, Station 72. We are currently between universes and many hosts your age are between assignments. You should seek them out and ask them questions. Not that we aren't happy to answer whichever ones you might have of course. Simply," she wrenches the cut roots from the water with a wet slop. "That you may find their opinions more palatable than ours."