[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

the bridge

[greentech]

[ Pidge is still interested in the bridge. She wants to control the Station (mainly so she can get off of it, permanently) but there's also someting sort of calming about the bridge. Even if she wasn't interested in poking at it. Not that there's much to poke at. She's surprised to find another host there, let alone one she doesn't recognize. She starts with surprise as she comes through the door and then stares at Nyx with a sense of curiosity. ]

Are you exploring? Or did you just come up here to get out of the way?

[servitor]

[He slowly opens his eyes, finding a boy standing before him. Nyx should probably stand.

He doesn't think he has the willpower to do that right now.]

A bit of both. Though I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be getting out of the way of.

[greentech]

I don't know. Everything? Nothing? Sometimes people just need space.

[ Which she's sort of invading right now, woops. But it is a public bridge, right? ]

You're new, right?

[ Call her curious. ]

[servitor]

That obvious, huh?

[He's not really offended though, not by her comment nor by the invasion of privacy. Nyx lost that right the day he joined the Glaive.]

[greentech]

Sort of. You feel... a bit different.

[ Whoa, that's a weird thing to say. Pidge frowns at herself. ]

Also I've never seen you before. It's kind of been a small crew, so an unfamiliar face usually means someone is new.

[ She pauses. ]

Uh, I'm Pidge, by the way. Or Katie. I'll answer to either.

[servitor]

[Finally, he wills himself to stand, a bit slowly but surely. At full height, he's pretty damn tall. But slouched? He only looks a little less impressive.]

Nyx. I'll try not to look or... feel too new. [He sighs slowly. The Glaive weren't the biggest force, especially by the end. He'd known most of the soldiers, trained a few of the newer recruits personally and saw that they wouldn't land flat on their backs like he did.] It was like that too, back home. You could see the new guys from a mile away.

[greentech]

[ Pidge is used to people being taller than her. It's a fact of her life at this point, even if she get frustrated with that sometimes. She feels a twinge of sympathy and she shrugs. ]

I... yeah. Something like that. If you know everyone, not knowing someone is kind of a big deal. Are you... adjusting OK?

[servitor]

[He can't help but chuckle softly. Who's the veteran now?]

I think that's supposed to be my line. I'm getting used to it, if that's what you mean. I wouldn't call it adjusting yet.

[greentech]

I - well, yeah.

[ Pidge finishes lamely. ]

I mean, it took me a while to get used to feeling other peoples' emotions. It's just - the human brain isn't supposed to do that! And sometimes I don't even know if it's me feeling it or somebody else!

[servitor]

So that's what's happening?

[That explained... well something. There's so much of everything, and then that bone-deep feeling of something having gone missing.]

Not exactly the best wake up call I've gotten.

[greentech]

Yeah, it's not exactly what I wanted to wake up to, either. The bad news is that we just have to get used to it, because right now there's no way home that I can tell.

[ There is no good news. Just bad news. ]

[servitor]

[He can't really help the sigh he lets out.]

This is starting to sound familiar.

[greentech]

[ Yeah, she feels you there, bro. ]

Tell me about it. At least the last war I got pulled into I had a good reason for staying. Not being able to make a real choice about this - ugh. It's just - I kinda feel like I was tricked.

[servitor]

[He eyes her a little, more confused than anything. She can't be older than 18, and that's probably being generous.]

How old are you?

[greentech]

Fourteen. Maybe fifteen. I'm not sure how time works here, honestly.

[ Which is kind of disturbing, when she thinks about it. How old are Cathaway and Prince, really? ]

Uh, why?

[servitor]

[Something in him... deflates a little. Too young for any kind of fighting, any kind of war.

That's the big brother in him talking, the defender and the idiot rushing to the front lines.]

I was in the middle of a war back home, too. [Home isn't really the right word for it though. He's a vagrant as far as he's concerned.

He'd been in the Glaive for over a decade now. Put his own time to her age? By the time she's thirty, she would've already seen too much. Not that he hadn't already by her age.

Absently, he starts to twirl the ring on his left finger. It's not even his, but there are two on the ship. This one bound not to work, given that he didn't even have his own powers now.]

If you need someone, you can always come find me.

[greentech]

It sounds like a lot of us were, honestly. Maybe that means something.

[ She just doesn't know what yet. The offer surprises her and she blinks, giving him a long look as she tries to figure out if he means it. Whether this is some sort of offer of a hand. ]

I - uh. Thanks. I guess. Same goes for you. We're all in this together, right? We're a team.

[ Even if it's a dysfunctional one sometimes. ]

[servitor]

So they say. I don't know how well we all work together, but we're all we've got, it looks like.

[He's so used to his own unit, moving, acting, thinking not really as one, but as many parts to create a whole.]

Prince said this isn't an army but it's starting to look like one more and more.

[And it puts him ill at ease. Taken from their own places, leaving one war to get into another, and yet, this isn't an army.

It irritates him.]

[greentech]

It's... not exactly an army, but it's not really a family or anything either. We're all in each other's heads and it's weird and I still don't know if I'm ever going to get used to it, but - it's not the military. It's not like Garrison. But it's not like being - uh. It's not like being a paladin either. It's just... different.

[ She tends to babble. Sorry. ]

[servitor]

We're vigilantes with psychic powers.

[That's exactly what he's wanted his entire life, except not at all.]

No one seems to have a straight answer, but we're expected to fight anyway.

[It's not that he won't fight, that's not the case, nor that he doesn't believe there isn't something greater threatening the existence of anything. No.

It's the fact that there's nothing there to lead them, only a mission and figure it out yourself. Without order and a plan, they're might as well walking into a suicide mission every damn time.]

[greentech]

Well, yeah. That's how it is.

[ Pidge shrugs. She doesn't like it, but she's also not sure there's a better way. Could they even put together a functioning command structure? ]

Don't get me wrong, I wish things were different but I don't know how we're supposed to change it. Just.. convince everyone to join in some sort of unified command structure?

[servitor]

[He didn't show up meaning to cause any trouble but...

Unavoidable.]

Depends on how many people feel that way. The people I'm with, they're willing to work together. If we're so few and we're not doing so well, something has to change.

[greentech]

I wouldn't say we're doing terribly. Just, uh, not at all organized...

[ Which has its pros and cons, but Pidge is pretty sure organizing the Nest would be like herding cats. She doesn't even know if Cathaway or Prince would try to do that. ]

I mean, it could probably be better?

[servitor]

[The impossible tends to become feasibly possible with Nyx. Don't underestimate him.]

It's not that it probably could be better, it's that it should be better. I've heard a lot of people come and go.

[That in itself is a liability. The lack of organization helps to be able to adapt faster, but what good is adaptability if there's no direction or reason for it?]

[greentech]

Well... yeah. Some people go into comas and don't wake up again. It's - weird. And I don't know how to fix it.

[ Or if she even can. ]