[hatch log] everything happens so much

[onemind]

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.

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((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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Comments

Ilde Option

[erbier]

[ Ilde makes it a point to greet most new hosts. She is sure some have slipped through the cracks here and there, but to her it seems a worthwhile endeavor. The awakening is a nauseating experience, she still remembers that vividly. To be quiet and friendly seems a small enough gesture. The first, in particular, is easy for Ilde. She is a restrained young woman, little seeps through that she does not wish. The latter is a bit more difficult, for the same reason, she is not terrible open to friendship, but it's easier to fake with someone she doesn't know, has no history with.

She sees Annabeth limping in the hallways, and invites instead, ]

Would you like to sit?

[ergane]

[ annabeth hesitates. there's that feeling in her head that ilde, like everyone else annabeth's met so far, is -- connected. one of them. and nothing about ilde -- her appearance, her demeanor, whatever seeps into their connection -- indicates that she means ill.

that doesn't mean annabeth trusts her. and that doesn't mean annabeth's eager to admit any weakness to her. but her broken ankle's kind of obvious, and truth be told she could use the rest. ]

Yeah, sure. Thanks.

[erbier]

[ The chairs that Ilde goes to get might not have been there even so much as a moment before, but she and the Station have begun to know each other. It can give much more than the others imagine. Sometimes Ilde wonders on enlightening them, but she has come around to the idea that they will figure it out in their own time. She sets the pair of chairs down to the side of one of the connecting arches, where they can easily see who comes and goes. People watching, if you will.

Ilde folds her hands peaceably in her lap as she sits. ]

The symbiote will increase your healing time, but we do have a healer among us, if you would like to be rid of it more quickly.

[ Well, a kind of healer. Not really the point. ]

[ergane]

[ things appearing out of thin air, annabeth's kind of used to. mysterious maidens summoning things out of thin air? even less out of the ordinary.

except she doesn't have any reason to believe this girl isn't a mortal, which makes the whole thing bizarre. ]

Wait. [ she holds up a hand after sitting, her eyebrows knitting together. ] What symbiote?

[erbier]

[ Maybe Annabeth will do a little better than most here, if she can wrap her mind around some of these simple changes. ]

That is why you have come here. You are of a kind to the symbiote, it is within you now.

[ergane]

[ annabeth wants to deny it. she wants to call this girl crazy. she wants to yell.

instead, her eyes narrow, and understanding starts to dawn. ]

That's what that tube was?

[erbier]

Yes. And it can be healing, to return to your pod at times.

[ Ilde keeps herself very calm, she knows she is explaining something difficult, and she hopes she can keep Annabeth calm as well. ]

[ergane]

[ annabeth doesn't feel calm, exactly, but she crushes down any other emotion as best she can. she is not going to freak out. ]

"Symbiote" is a really vague term. Do you know what it really is?

[erbier]

No. I do not.

[ She answers that openly. ]

Nor do I believe anyone here in the Station does. Cathaway is closest, but even her knowledge of the heart of all this is... incomplete. Please feel free to ask her, for what she knows, I would not wish to relay it incorrectly.

[ergane]

[ she frowns ]

You're telling me no one knows? What about the people in charge of this place?

[erbier]

There is no one in charge.

[ Simple, soft. ]

Cathaway and Prince are our elders, they will advise but they are not our masters.

[ergane]

[ sounds fake but okay. ]

Our elders? Meaning what?

[erbier]

That they have been a part of the Nest longer than any of us. That they receive instruction from deeper within the Hive, and relay it to us.

[ But they are not leaders. ]

[ergane]

Okay, so they take orders from the Hive.

[ "the hive." just trying to think about what could be creeps her out. even as she clings to the idea of order existing here, somehow. ]

Are they the only ones who can talk to them?

[erbier]

Thus far.

[ Ilde wants it. She wants to know. She wants to hear. Her ambition is a carefully contained emotion, there are only a few who know how much she wants for power, to be unrivaled and glorious, a fair-handed queen who might make up for the some of the evils she has seen--

But then she herself is not the purest of girls, despite her demure looks and virgin blood. ]

I have not met any other hosts as connected as Cathaway. But there are also hosts, at a distance, assigned to missions. Perhaps one of them.

[ergane]

Who are they? The other hosts?

[ "at a distance." annabeth wants to know. she wants, and her desire is clear as day. she has no mental barriers yet. she wants the power of knowing; she hates the powerlessness of not. ]

[erbier]

[ That desire resonates with Ilde. She feels the reverberation of it, and looks away briefly with a faint smile. ]

You will come to know all of them, with time. You know that.

[ The fate of the Hive. To be as one, as many, as one. ]