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[hatch log] everything happens so much
CHARACTERS: New Hosts & EVERYONE
WHERE: The Station
WHEN: DAY :039
SUMMARY: New faces and old losses - a hatch occurs and a number of older hosts go comatose. Coma'd hosts include all auto-piloted dropped characters to date.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary. Need a warning added? PM this account please!
NEW HATCHES
YOU WAKE UP and suddenly you're a different person. No. That's not right. You're you and there's no suddenly about it. It's been a while, hasn't it? It feels like waking up from a very deep, extended sleep or like surfacing up from the darkness of the ocean and right there in your own head there's something both familiar and strange. You know intuitively that you've been unconscious for more than just a blink of the eye. While it’s impossible to tell exactly how long ago or how exactly you escaped the danger that had been breathing down your neck, you're certain 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 once 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. The closer you are to these stranger, the louder the sound in your head becomes. --Actually they're not quite strangers either, are they? Something is wound about and between you and these people, whoever they are, are as familiar as this place you've never been is.
Welcome to Station 72. The air buzzes with activity. Somewhere deep in the Station, other minds call to yours. They are bright, brilliantly celebratory spots in your subconscious. They are sun-warm gentle, or they are fire and the taste of ash, or they are a vibrant frenetic whirl, or they are a tangled garden, or they are the feeling of flight through dense cirrus clouds. 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.
Which is why it's easy to tell when something goes terribly wrong:
OLD HOSTS
THE ENDORPHIN RUSH of making it back to Station 72 (relatively) unharmed, having successfully acquired exactly what you'd set out to get your hands on can't be denied. Even if you're not necessarily the type to celebrate, there's no ignoring the thrumming celebratory sensation from those Hosts who are.
After a few hours of being back in the void, something else stirs in the air: the clear, prickling sensation of new hosts hatching on the Nesting Deck. They're a rush of mental information - as if someone's turned the volume on the radio all the way up -, a cacophony of sensation and emotional feedback for anyone unprepared to shield against it.
The swell of feeling might make it easy to miss what follows immediately after: the dull, gut-deep quiet as The Darkling, Chuuya Nakahara, and Nasu Rei go suddenly comatose.
((OOC Notes: This is the hatch log for all new hosts. Feel free to make your own logs and posts additional to this if you care do. 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 :039
SUMMARY: New faces and old losses - a hatch occurs and a number of older hosts go comatose. Coma'd hosts include all auto-piloted dropped characters to date.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary. Need a warning added? PM this account please!
YOU WAKE UP and suddenly you're a different person. No. That's not right. You're you and there's no suddenly about it. It's been a while, hasn't it? It feels like waking up from a very deep, extended sleep or like surfacing up from the darkness of the ocean and right there in your own head there's something both familiar and strange. You know intuitively that you've been unconscious for more than just a blink of the eye. While it’s impossible to tell exactly how long ago or how exactly you escaped the danger that had been breathing down your neck, you're certain 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 once 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. The closer you are to these stranger, the louder the sound in your head becomes. --Actually they're not quite strangers either, are they? Something is wound about and between you and these people, whoever they are, are as familiar as this place you've never been is.
Welcome to Station 72. The air buzzes with activity. Somewhere deep in the Station, other minds call to yours. They are bright, brilliantly celebratory spots in your subconscious. They are sun-warm gentle, or they are fire and the taste of ash, or they are a vibrant frenetic whirl, or they are a tangled garden, or they are the feeling of flight through dense cirrus clouds. 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.
Which is why it's easy to tell when something goes terribly wrong:
THE ENDORPHIN RUSH of making it back to Station 72 (relatively) unharmed, having successfully acquired exactly what you'd set out to get your hands on can't be denied. Even if you're not necessarily the type to celebrate, there's no ignoring the thrumming celebratory sensation from those Hosts who are.
After a few hours of being back in the void, something else stirs in the air: the clear, prickling sensation of new hosts hatching on the Nesting Deck. They're a rush of mental information - as if someone's turned the volume on the radio all the way up -, a cacophony of sensation and emotional feedback for anyone unprepared to shield against it.
The swell of feeling might make it easy to miss what follows immediately after: the dull, gut-deep quiet as The Darkling, Chuuya Nakahara, and Nasu Rei go suddenly comatose.
((OOC Notes: This is the hatch log for all new hosts. Feel free to make your own logs and posts additional to this if you care do. 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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[ There's a strident, surly response from the other side of the hatching deck. Asuka is sitting against the base of her own pod, carefully taping a square medical eye patch into place over her left eye. She refuses to look up until she's finished, red hair falling over her face, half hiding the bright white of the patch. There's a bright red, rubbery or latext looking bundle folded up in her lap. ]
I hear them too. So don't yell at me.
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she pauses when she hears asuka's answer, turning till she can see the other girl, and frowns. it's not exactly the fact that asuka is apparently injured, or that she's fixing her own bandage, or the fact that she's alone -- demigod kids have to learn to survive early, so the sight isn't as unsettling as it could be. but it still plucks at some familiarity within her, a memory of being a surly young teen and knowing plenty more. ]
Sorry, [ she says, and means it. if the other girl hears them too, then at least annabeth isn't crazy, but it doesn't say a lot of good things about their situation. ] I didn't mean to yell at you. [ her specifically, anyway. ] I didn't think anyone else was here -- uh. Here.
[ with a gesture at the pods ]
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It's fine.
[ She takes a breath and pushes to her feet, one arm against her pod. ]
Yeah, we did kind of wake up alone. I don't know how he did it, but - here we are.
[ Her nose wrinkles. Bitterness, anger, confusion, relief. ]
I think they're in our heads. [ Dead serious. And she doesn't like it. ]
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Who's "he"? [ and, then: ] I hate to say this, but I think you're right.
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[ She remembers that part, clear as day. There was an offer; she accepted. ]
No one mentioned anything about voices in my head, though! [ She seems horrifically offended at the idea. ]
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[ because annabeth didn't, not with hers, and now she has to wonder. ]
Me neither. Guess they worried that'd be a deal breaker.
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[ Woops, that's some sarcasm. ]
Might be for some people, but I'm willing to put up with it. [ Even if she hates it. ]
It's better than dying or being stuck in that blasted wasteland with Ikari. [ There is a lot of hate behind that name. ]
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[ there's a lot of emotion coming off asuka, but she tries to focus -- which is never easy, even at the best of times.
as for ikari: ]
Let me guess. Not a friend of yours?
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[ And she's not about to question weird that pulled her out of that hellhole. She rubs an arm, frowning. ]
Who, Ikari? No. We're not friends. [ Hatred. Bitterness. Resentment. Contempt. ]
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[ annabeth's seen more than her fair share of weird too -- and because of their link, she doesn't doubt asuka -- but she really doesn't like this. ]
Wow, okay. [ she's met monsters that radiated less negativity than asuka is at the mention of that name. ] Sounds like a good thing you made it here after all.
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[ Asuka doesn't particularly care if her negative emotions are spreading or making life more difficult for the people around her. She's still picking her way through them herself, figuring out how to handle them. That means everyone else gets to deal with them too. ]
There wasn't anything left, so this is an improvement.
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[ needless to say, that sounds pretty awful ]
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[ Asuka retorts with more than a hint of venom. ]
There was me and there was Ikari and everyone else was dead or still figuring out if they even wanted to be human anymore.
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[ she understands threats like "the world could end," or even "the world will end." but the world has ended? that's hard to swallow. ]
Look, I'm sorry. No one should ever have to experience something like that.
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I don't want your pity.
[ She's angry about losing it, but it's more... anger that she lost, that she had to suffer for it. She regrets losing all of it. She regrets the people she knew who didn't deserve it (Hikari, Kensuke, Lieutenant Ibuki, even Touji), but she can't help them now. Why cry about it? ]
I'm here now, aren't I?
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and she's reminded of herself. annabeth hasn't experienced the end of the world, but she can never help seeing herself in younger kids who are angry, alone.
she holds her hands up placatingly, palms facing asuka. ]
You're right, you are. And that tells me that you're a fighter. So what do you say to finding everyone else around here together? I could use the help.
[ placating, yes. saying something she would've liked to hear at that age, yes. but insincere? no. ]
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Help?
[ Her fingers tighten and then relax and she takes a slow breath before she starts to push to her feet. ]
Fine. Might as well do something besides sit here.