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- *hatch log,
- aloy [horizon zero dawn],
- annabeth chase [riordan mythos],
- annie westwind [original],
- asuka langley sohryu [evangelion],
- bellamy blake [the 100],
- cathaway,
- commander shepard [mass effect],
- derek souza [the darkest powers],
- helen magnus [sanctuary],
- ilde vilmaine [original],
- john murphy [the 100],
- lexa [the 100],
- misato katsuragi [evangelion],
- noctis lucis caelum [ffxv],
- nyx ulric [ffxv],
- pidge gunderson (katie holt) [voltron],
- sam wilson [mcu],
- steve rogers [mcu],
- the prince
[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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When Pidge asks her question, she doesn't move.]
I have seen enough bodies in various states in my lifetime to find sheepishness over bare flesh to be rather quaint.
[She could not speak to how other elves might feel -- she was less of them than she appeared to be. The culture of the dead was its own, and it was unlikely that others would find her desirable enough to comment on it.
The fact that Pidge can't seem to wrap her head around it almost brings a smile to her face.]
No. It is not weird to me.
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I... guess.
[ Pidge settles her gaze with a little sigh. ]
I'm just not used to people being so casual about it.
[ And she's in a sports bra and swim trunks so it isn't like she's naked. ]
But you know what? Let's talk about something else! [ Subject change. ]
why you don't do tags when people are talking to you: you repeat yourself
[Sorry Pidge -- as a creature who feeds on suffering, pain, and discomfort, she wasn't about to let it go quite so easily.]
Or perhaps you will. My experiences with living colonies of humans is rather limited -- excluding that of paladins, whom I expect are hardly the proper group to sample from.
[This, she says with some distaste. After a forced sigh out of her nose, then she opts to change the subject.]
It occurs to me that I do not know much about you at all. All of you humans are so different.
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[ Pidge pipes up at the mention of "paladins". But she's pretty sure it's a different kind of paladin. ]
I don't think it's the same kind of paladin that you're thinking about. So, uh, I guess that's something you didn't know about me. Um. I like peanut butter cookies, but not actual peanuts. Uh - I tend to talk... a lot... when I'm nervous.
[ HAHAHA. ]
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What sort of paladin are you, then?
[There's some suspicion to her question. If nothing else, she is a child -- and therefore, not a threat.]
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[ As if it means much here. She likes to think that it does and she tries to live up to the ideals she was supposed to hold up, however short a time it might have been. ]
It was kind of a rushed recruitment, but we're basically supposed to defend the universe from evil and liberate people from the Galra. That kind of thing.
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Interesting.
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[ She's on her back now, letting the water hold her up as she floats. ]
...sometimes I miss my team-mates, you know?
[ Except Shiro. There's a vague sort of feeling of melancholy. She misses home and her family and her friends. Even if she's starting to feel more comfortable here, bit by bit. ]
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Shiro. He is one of your teammates, is he not?
[She rather liked Shiro -- even if his willingness to sacrifice was a bit troublesome.]
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[ Pidge actually beams. She has a lot of positive emotions surrounding Shiro, apparently. Family friend, knows her brother. Helped her out with some stuff while she was getting used to being a part of team Voltron. ]
I worry about him sometimes, though. I think he's too hard on himself.
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She'd never been like that -- not really. But she understands the sentiment, and finds a need to guide him elsewhere.]
I agree with your assessment. Shiro was one of the first humans I encountered here.
[After Misato, and Shepard.]
He is...very like many of my soldiers.
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[ Huh. Well, whatever. She settles against the side of the pool and finally hauls herself out so she can perch. She's watching Sev, but trying not to ogle her, either. Nudity is strange. Cue a bit of a blush in her cheeks. ]
Sometimes I worry about him. But I know he's not going to do anything too stupid.
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[Seviilia would have argued the exact opposite, from what she knows of Shiro -- which is very little. But Pidge is young, and there is a worldliness she often felt the need to share since arriving.
She sees the blush, but does not acknowledge it. Some part of her enjoys the discomfort her bare flesh seems to be providing -- but ultimately, it does not trouble her enough to change, nor provide enough contentment to openly acknowledge.]
From my observations, Shiro seems rather willing to do whatever it takes to keep what matters to him in tact -- even something foolish.
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[ This is like the second time she's had this conversation. ]
He's the responsible one. Really. I've known him for... well. Long neough, I guess.
[ Not that long, really, but when you fight an evil space empire together, you bond pretty quickly. ]
I mean, most of us would do something to save the people who matter to us. Right?
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Perhaps.
[There are not many people who matter enough to Seviilia for her to lay her life down in the singular. The exception, being John Murphy, as anything else would bring her to certain death before the mission was complete.
And the mission was more important than any one person, when the entire universe was at stake.]
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[ Pidge doesn't exactly grimace. She looks... curious. She knows that not everyone shares her values here on the Station, so it's still sort of interesting to hear that sort of thing. Even if she's not sure she likes it. ]
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To lighten the weight of her response, she offers a wry grin.]
To risk my life, I would have to be living.
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[ Katie rolls her eyes. She doesn't totally grasp Seviilia's state of being, but she's read enough comics to know something about undead. Or at least what her society thought about undeath. ]
Your existence, if you wanna get all technical.
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My life is not meant for any one being. I exist only to make certain that the living may live. Or, at the very least, that you are given the tools needed to make your best effort.
[The instinct to 'survive' for her own unceasing existance had been driven out of her only a few years prior, with some much needed elbow grease. Now, her purpose was the very same as the rest of the Blade. Besides -- until something stronger came along, she would outlive every single being she came across. There was no room for that sort of attachment, especially if it could not be managed without adding more pain to her ceaseless pile.]
I imagine that is why I was brought here in the first place. Though why just myself, when there is a vast army of knights to pick from...
[She knows why -- the swords make a big difference. But that doesn't make her any less bitter.]
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[ Or at least, that's what Katie gets out of it. She says she exists to make sure the living will live. That's the same thing, isn't it? Fighting for peoples' lives? ]
I don't understand why the Nest does anything. It's so... alien.
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[She can take from that what she will. Either way, she doesn't seem keen on arguing for or against her perception of it.]
It functions on its own, rather than in a society with its own expectations. Rather fascinating if you ask me.
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[ She frowns. ]
Especially when I have stuff I should be handling somewhere else.
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[Seviilia shifts, a brief warning to Pidge that she's going to be moving out of the water before she does without verbal preamble. She moves to collect a towel for the purposes of sparing her from her obvious discomfort.]
I was nearly killed before I was found by an enemy hidden among the enemy I was already combating.
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You really think that? That we're here because we're meant to be here? Do you believe in that stuff - like, fate and destiny?
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[She steps across the pool to stand closer to Pidge, pressing the towel closed around her chest. Fate and destiny could be altered under the right conditions. But in this case--]
More that I believe so long that we are here, the hunters have no reason to plague our lands. If we are the prey, then they should be seeking us -- actively.
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