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- aloy [horizon zero dawn],
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- bellamy blake [the 100],
- cathaway,
- commander shepard [mass effect],
- derek souza [the darkest powers],
- helen magnus [sanctuary],
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- noctis lucis caelum [ffxv],
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- 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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[ Asuka's not quite aware enough to know which memory he picked out of the flurry of emotions and thoughts that are running through her head and spilling out into the hivemind. So she just looks confused for a moment. ]
What are you talking about?
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Something about dancing, fighting a monster? I don't know, it's from your head, not mine.
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[ The memory floods back and now she's very much aware of it. SHe rubs the side of her head with a frown. ]
This memory thing is weird. How come you can - ugh, never mind. It's kind of a long story.
[ She folds her arms with a huff. ]
We had to be perfectly synchronized when our Evas attacked the Angel, so Misato made us do synchronized dancing with each other.
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But a realization dawns on him, because that name sounds familiar.]
Misato... there's someone with that name here. Think it's the same person you know?
[It wouldn't be unheard of, to have two individual brought from the same world and transplanted on the station.]
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[ Her eye widens and she glances up at Noctis. Some of the color is draining out of her face. There's no way. No possible way. ]
Misato? Katsuragi? She's here?
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Yeah. That was her name.
[He remembered because it thought it was an unusual one. He hesitates.]
Is that going to be an issue?
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She left me to die.
[ Her fingers clench into fists. ]
She abandoned me.
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He flexes his fingers, wondering where to go from here. Wondering why the Nest would bother bringing two people together who would obviously have more than a few issues to work out — if such a thing was possible, given Asuka’s hatred that radiates off of her.
Their existences within the Nest seemed to hinge on teamwork, for those hopeful to succeed. In the grand scheme of things, this would be problematic, except Noctis isn’t thinking on that scale. He’s just wondering what the right thing to say is.]
…Then I guess you’ll get your chance to confront her about it now, for better or for worse.
[And then he does prod this time.]
Why’d she abandon you? It sounded like you two were on the same side, just a minute ago.
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Because I wasn't her favorite. I wasn't the great Shinji Ikari, so I got ignored for some useless twerp. While I was fighting and dying, she had to go and find him and drag him to his Eva! And she couldn't even do that right! And when I wasn't good enough, they abandoned me! She'd go to the ends of the earth for Ikari! But I was just another spare for him and her stupid pretend family!
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It's hard to completely push her righteous anger away, though, it's far too potent.]
Sounds like... it's going to be a nasty meeting when you two find each other. Did she at least try to justify any of this to you?
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[ Bitter, straight to the core. She needs to find her and confront her. Now. ]
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[He hesitates, trying to remember his one interaction with her. She didn't seem like an uncaring type, but first impressions were not always correct.]
You two fought together, right?
[He can't imagine a world where he didn't care for the lives of his brothers who fought with him. He'd have laid his own life down for them, not abandon them to their fate.]
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[ Asuka doesn't sound that happy about it. ]
Not that she ever appreciated having me around.
[ And there's the root of it. Partially, anyway. ]
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[It could have been any number of things, so Noctis thinks it'd be easier just to be blunt and ask.]
You said you weren't her favorite, but that's still no reason to not show appreciation to someone who deserves it.
[He... assumes she deserved it. She certainly believes that she did.]
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[ Which is a lie. She wants acknowledgement. A sign that Misato understands that she hurt her. There's so much that she actually wants and that she's never going to get. Trying to get Misato to actually own up to it is like tilting at windmills, but she's going to try anyway. ]
She helped get me killed.
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Do you need to go and look for her? We can finish the tour later. I won't be offended.
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[ She needs to have words with Misato. A lot of words. ]