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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!))
station
The first thing Noctis feels in return is empathy, a sensitivity to others that claws at his own skull, commanding that he do something about it. The issue is that this remains a problem that he hasn't quite solved himself; every day, the voices are still too loud, the emotions difficult to separate from his own. Even in sleep he can't always escape them, something that he had always been able to rely on in the past. And now? The tiredness in the marrow of his bones often meant nothing.
Still -- maybe he can offer it, a secondary calm wrought from his own mind, a want to rest, the thought of relaxation projected. Even if it doesn't work, maybe it'd give her something less hectic to focus on.
(You’ll get used to it. At least, that’s what they tell me.) His own voice slips into the vein he’s offering to share, a tendril that attempts to calm her. (Just… try to focus on one thing for now.)
He’d approach, but he’d rather not startle her — especially since she’s carrying what appears to be a spear on her back.
Re: station
(I don't know if I'll get used to it.) she thinks. Unsure as to whether or not that actually went where it was supposed to, she looks around again. Exhales sharply to vent the frustration she can feel building inside of her.
(Did that work?)
no subject
(Yeah, I can hear you loud and clear. Take a look to your right.)
The young king raises a hand, giving an awkward little wave. He should be visible standing across the room, dressed in all black.
(You all right?)
no subject
( I'm still getting used to this. It's so loud! )
no subject
(Yeah, it really is. Like I said, it's easier to block out everything if you just focus on... your sense of self. If that makes much sense.)
Once he's close enough, he opts to speak normally.
"It's like an orchestra. All the voices are instruments, but you just have to really concentrate on the one you want to hear."
no subject
"It's like trying to pick out a specific machine from the herd by its sound alone. I think it'll get easier if I practice." A sigh. She looks Noctis up and down briefly.
"This place is so strange."
no subject
Noctis does have to echo that back, because he's not quite sure he's ever heard that saying before. His mind tries to parse it, but with limited success.
"You mean... an animal from the herd, right?"
And if she didn't, well, it sounds like there's a story behind that.
no subject
no subject
"See, you're getting the hang of it already," he says, in reference to her sharing her memories, even if it wasn't purposefully.
The smallest lopsided grin, and then, "They look like animals. Who made them?"
no subject
"It's a long story, but the HEPHAESTUS subfunction of GAIA designed and built them."
no subject
He face screws into vague confusion, completely uncertain what those words even mean.
"So a corporation built them, you mean?"
no subject
"No, they were build by HEPHAESTUS and GAIA. Which was created by Project Zero Dawn. Created by an AI to help make the Earth live again."
no subject
"I could keep asking a ton of questions about everything you just said, but I'm going to... restrain myself for now. You're probably not in the mood to be interrogated."
no subject
"It's a long one and I'm not much of a storyteller."
no subject
He feels the sensation of something akin to wilderness brushing past his mind. Exploration, secrets unravelled. A life quite the opposite of one he had grown up knowing, and Noctis strangely enjoys how alien it feels.
But he presses himself to move on, to actually be helpful instead of someone who just wants to peek further behind the curtain.
"Have you seen much of the station yet?"
no subject
"I've never seen anything quite like it, though. I still don't know quite what it's all about. So many strange people and strange things and the noise of everyone's thoughts. It's overwhelming."
no subject
Noctis begins to turn on his heel, waving at her to follow him.
"You hungry? I can show you where to find food."
no subject
"That obvious, huh? Something to eat sounds really good..."
no subject
And that he does. Noctis leads her down a couple of corridors, having memorized this particular route very closely. Eventually, they'll be entering the kitchens area, and Noctis moves over to the equivalent of a space fridge and opens it up.
"Looks like we have some fruit and... vegetables in here. Got a preference?"
There's more, of course, but that requires actually cooking. Or, at the very least, a few minutes in the microwave.
no subject
"...These are practically fresh. How?"
no subject
"Because it's cold, I guess?"
He straightens, but only after he's grabbed a hold of some kind of fruit. It resembles an apple, but the shape is a little off.
"Here, want to give it a try?" He tosses it at her, and it flies over in a gentle arc.