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- 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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[Waking is an odd sensation, muted like that moment before you surface when the water seems to push and pull at the same time. Helen remembers the mission, the Abnormal she'd been hunting, the creature hunting her. And then...someone else had been there. But how had she gotten here?
For a minute, she just breathes. Then her fingers find the tube at the base of her neck. It comes free with a slight pop, or maybe it only feels like one because she doesn't think she could possibly hear anything with the sudden rush of noise and emotion crowding in on her.
The chaos dulls, taking the initial flash of pain with it, and Helen takes a second to orient herself before easing out of the pod.
Her upper leg has completely healed. How long has she been here? She gathers her small assortment of belongings from the cubby at the foot of the ladder, opting to keep her own clothes over the, admittedly somewhat cleaner, white outfit that's also been left there. They're still in reasonable shape, apart from the set of ragged tears across her right pants leg.
Right. Time to explore.
She'll stop the first person who doesn't look as confused (or overwhelmed, as much as she hates to admit it) as she is with that soft and polite English accent.]
Excuse me. Could you tell me where we are?
(Day :039) -- The Station
[The buzz of emotion, familiar and not, ebbs and flows around her as Helen makes her way through the station, exploring as much of it as she can. She prefers to be aware of her surroundings. It isn't quite like anything she's ever seen, and she's seen a great many things in her lifetime, and yet it feels like...perhaps she knows it after all.]
Fascinating.
Wildcard!
The Station
A glance around the empty hall. He's seen dozens that look exactly the same. ]
Still not sure how big she is. [ How far the passages go. ]
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It is. How long have you been here?
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Months - kinda hard to keep track. [ His hands slip into his pockets. ] There wasn't anyone but Catheway and the Prince here when the first batch of us woke up.
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[She steps a little closer to get a better look at that bruise on his cheek. It's likely sore but doesn't look too serious. So with the doctor and mother in her satisfied, she turns her attention back to the conversation.]
It must have been difficult. How many of you were there?
Station!!!
Is it?
[ Ilde is a young woman, pale and blonde with somber blue eyes. She has a carefully restrained air about her. ]
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Well it's certainly unusual. Yet there's something familiar about it.
[And yes, she thinks that qualifies as fascinating.]
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It is our home, the symbiote belongs here.
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And now we do, as well?
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[ She has tried to express to some of the others that the Station is more than they think, few have been able to wrap their minds around what she was telling them. ]
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Welcome us how, exactly?
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[ It sounds so simple, and yet... the Station provided all these things with a knowing. ]
station
[He doesn't mean to suddenly intrude on someone, but there's not really anything such as privacy here anymore, is there? At least she wasn't thinking it. At least it was out loud.]
[He's leaning in a doorway, just off to one side, watching. Opting not to jump in her way -- mostly because a lot of his attention is focused on keeping emotions in check right now.]
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Still, she grants him a small smile.]
You would choose a different word?
[And yes, she wants to hear his thoughts on the place. Out loud. She's interested to know how those who are more settled here feel about the situation, get a different perspective.]
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[He shrugs a bit, but at least his own thoughts are strapped down, locked under harsh control. Shuttered away under images of stars and nebulae.]
'Terrifying'. And I've... been here a while.
[Not intending to scare her, but he's gotta be honest.]
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Perhaps she'd hoped it would get easier. She isn't used to feeling so...off-balance. Ordinarily, Helen was quite the opposite. ]
Forgive me. Where are my manners? [She extends a hand as she introduces herself.] Helen Magnus.
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[He looks at her offered hand for a second, automatically lifting his left to respond. Another split second of hesitation before he holds out his right.]
[Metal fingers taking hers.]
Don't worry about it. No one's big on manners here -- no privacy. I'm Shiro.
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She grasps his hand without hesitation, the handshake firm but warm. Her tone is light as she smiles.]
I hardly think that's an excuse. It's a pleasure to meet you.
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[He's a little surprised there's no reaction to the arm. But also pleased. It's nice, actually, even from people who were impressed by it.]
If it's any consolation, there are people who can help you shield yourself. Mentally speaking.
nesting deck
He does scowl a little at her question, though. She's not the only one who's chosen ripped and somewhat dirty clothes over the sterile white of the clothes offered, and he shoves his hands irritably into the pockets of his torn jeans. ]
No. [ It's terse and frustrated - because he can't, not really. Even after talking with Aloy and that jerk, he doesn't completely understand. If he doesn't have a complete answer, he doesn't want to give one at all, and without any shielding - all of that makes its way across their mental link. ]
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Not settling in well?
[Not that she can blame him. It's all quite a lot to take in. She's struggling with it, herself.]