[hatch log] wake up, starshine

[onemind]

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.

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((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!))

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Comments

[blooded]

( if this were any other situation, damon would happily continue to needle misato until she threw her hands up and left. it's kind of what he does. but he does need her, at least for now, and he can't drive her away until he's gotten the answers he wants.

she's still not getting the chips back, though. )

You said we're broodmates. What the hell does that mean?

[wille]

[ If he keeps needling her, she would yell shut up, which is what one says when there's nothing more to say, and stomp off. But she knows he needs her, as much as someone new to a place needs an answer or two anyway, no matter how unwilling he seems to simply ask for it and say thank you, ma'am.

Misato takes a seat on the counter, face still knit in annoyance. ]

It means it's easier for us to talk to each other through our minds, compared with the others. It means, if you feel something really strongly, I'll probably feel it too. It means you're kind of-- [ She clenches her fists, unclenches. ] --An extra set of limbs. Mentally speaking.

[blooded]

( that's one thing misato will come to realize about damon: he s rarely, if ever, willing to simply ask and say thank you. for anything. at all. lily salvatore is rolling in her grave at the man her son turned into, but damon's unconcerned — he doesn't need to be polite to get what he wants. e is both charming and intimidating enough that people usually just give it to him.

as misato explains, damon chews pointedly on a handful of chips, mouth closed and everything. look, this is how normal people do it. isn't he just the very most helpful person you ever did meet? )

I feel everything very strongly, that's gonna suck for you, ( he says, after a very obvious swallow. ) Are there others in our brood, or is it just you and me?

[wille]

[ Charm and intimidation would make a formidable combo, and Misato can see where his pride comes from with the detachment of a passerby. See, she falls for vulnerability, for quiet strength, for the sense of wonder that she herself doesn't have. Opposites. He's similar enough for her to interpret his actions the way she would decipher her own. ]

I can handle it. [ She says it with a shrug, one also meant for his demonstration of polite chewing. ] Well, there's Beth and Kavinsky, they're Americans like you. [ It's notable, in her view. She's the outsider. ] Shepard might be one too, but she may as well be from space, but she was born on Earth, who knows where. Sirius is British, but he's gone to sleep.

[ There's a beat when she considers saying more, more on what she means by sleep, but the link between them betrays the sense of loss readily. She finds she doesn't really need to explain, rather, she points a finger straight at him, manners be damned. ]

Do you always try to annoy people to get to know them?