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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!))
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[ Asuka looks a bit thoughtful, a trace of curiosity snaking its way through the resentment and simmering anger. ]
How many people got here before you did?
[ Asuka is trying to figure out how long she can expect to be here. Or whether there's really a way to tell. ]
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[ The Station had been so quiet, but it has revitalized a little with movement in the hallway once more, heartbeats and breathes, daydreams. Ilde smiles fondly for a moment, before offering more detail, ]
But we were three broods, all at once. It was very... loud, very painful. I think it might be easier, with a few at a time, the way you come now. The rest of us can help you now, as we could not help ourselves then.
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[ That sounds strange. Weird. She was still in Tokyo-3, as distant and far away as that whole life seems now. She folds her arms, her one eye regarding Ilde with curiosity. ]
That seems... pretty short for a massive war.
[ Skepticism! Even if she's fond of the idea that she might be needed here. That she's special. Worth something. ]
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[ That is how Ilde understands it, anyway. She has begun to wonder about other things, but she doesn't see the need to speculate in that way to someone so new. ]
We were a large hatch, but most of us are gone now. Only five of us remain, one or two from each of the original three broods.
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Well, that sounds awful. What the Hell? Are we just being thrown into this like cannon fodder?
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[ But, really, Ilde gives a shrug, she's not going to lie: ]
Though they are not much different, few have ever woken up again.
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[ Call her cynical. ]
Any idea what causes that?
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[ Ilde's not going to argue with that. ]
The only differences is the lingering hope they might awake.
[ Something Ilde personally hates, she has thought more than once about going into the pods and ending that fragile hope once and for all. ]
I do not know what causes it, we have been told it is a lack of harmony to ones own symbiote. It seems we are imperfect as hosts to it.
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[ What it's typical of she doesn't really elaborate on. Maybe it's just the way mysterious organizations work - people get brought in, even if they're no the perfect fit and get forced into the role they've been tasked for. ]
I guess I just get to wait and see, huh?
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Yes. My name is Ilde, I am happy to be a resource to you, whenever I am able.
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[ The offer doesn't feel awkward, but Asuka shifts her weight from one foot to the other, frowning. ]
Resource? A resource for what exactly?
[ She's feeling this out, still on an uneven footing. ]
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[ All said lightly, with no focus on any one of them. ]
It is difficult to acclimate to life with the symbiote, reaching out to others will help.
[ Though Ilde herself thinks she is mostly done with that phase. ]
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...I'll think about it.
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There will be much to consider as you go forward, you need not have all the answers immediately, and you may change your mind as you go. I have reconsidered what this all means to me, several times.
[ What she hopes to convey is total permission to be uncertain, and encouragement to examine that feeling openly. ]
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[ Asuka asks before she can stop herself. What meaning is there to find here that she can't find in herself? But she still has a long way to go before she finds much of anything. Or at least until she starts learning from it. ]
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[ She's been over it with herself so often, it's really almost a boring argument to have. ]
I have served before, out of self-preservation, but I would like to be happy with what we do, not merely compliant to it. As my brood and my friends have dwindled, I have found that difficult.
But one gift here... I have the luxury to try again, as many times as I choose. To change my mind, and try a different point of view.
[ What Asuka is seeing is a host at the cusp of taking another step deeper, someone already a few steps deeper than anyone else she's going to speak to, among the young hosts. ]
I have liked that thought lately, that I have time and space to be imperfect.
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[ Asuka's lips set in a thin frown. That sounds... not stupid. But strange. It's not what she wants. She wants to get it right the first time. Even if she hasn't been able to so far. ]
I don't want to be imperfect.
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No, you are right, but I am not yet what I wish to be. But it is nice, to have permission to exist, without apology.
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[ She likes the sound of that. Of not having to apologize for what she is. Maybe she can find something here. Maybe not. She can't go back, though, so she'll have to make the best of it. ]
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Nothing of worth comes easy, does it. ]
It is not easy, to begin a new life here.
[ But her hope that Asuka can find a way to some measure of peace is a subtle warmth, the light of the sun on the face of a flower. ]
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[ She would've said differently a few months ago. But now she feels different (or at least thinks she does). It's enough for her to be cynical and bitter. At least until some light creeps back into her life. ]
But I'll do it anyway.
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That will start you on your way. I hope you will do well.
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[ Asuka is really not sure how to respond to that. It sounds suspiciously genuine. ]
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[ One last smile, and then she leaves the girl to her own devices. ]