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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!))
Re: the station!
It is both gratifying and terrifying and she's not sure which she should feel more. She takes a breath and her mind breathes with her before she slowly begins to push herself to her feet. ]
Hello.
[ What else does she say? She doesn't know. ]
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gladio didn't think this far ahead, he seldom does when he's not in a fight or out in the wilds. but here they are and he pulls her back from the frantic emotional doggy paddle that leaves you tired and sore. he waits patiently for her to wind together and as soon as he sees her beginning to push up, he joins her, his arms hanging loose at his sides. ]
Gonna be honest with you, it might not get quieter for a while. Sure as hell got a lot worse before it got better.
[ But an easy smile comes to him here as he offers out a hand. ] I'm Gladio.
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Sounds like business as normal then.
[ She hesitates, then reaches out to grasp his hand awkwardly for a shake. ]
Aloy.
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since noctis' weird hammerspace is acting up. ]The whole "everyone's crammed in your head and up in your business" thing--[ he taps the side of his temple with a decisive finger. ] Just wait 'til people start talking right into your head instead of just bleeding in. Less you've already gotten to that part already too.
[ he's maybe still a little irked by it. ]
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[ Aloy agrees readily with Gladio on that one. It's bizarre, dealing with emotions and voices and stray thoughts. It's so distracting and frustrating! ]
You feel different, though.
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[ it's been explained to him once before, but it's still surreal to him, knowing that among the people that can reach out to him, there are a designated few who are closer than that, almost like siblings. the calmness curls around her frustration reassuringly to reel it in.
it's okay. ]
You feel stronger? [ hm. ] Brighter.
[ the words aren't working, at least they aren't able to convey what he wants to say but can't get his tongue around. his spine feels like it's prickling, different from everyone else here save for a couple of people he'd woken up with the first time. there's a pang then, quiet, nostalgia, blood of the same blood. she feels like that and the concept in its entirety bleeds over. they call it a brood. ]
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Yes. Something like that.
[ It's strange. Very strange. She's never felt this close to someone. Even Rost was different. Is this what it's like to have a family? Siblings? She's not sure but part of her aches for it and she wants to let herself submerge into it, to feel that closeness and quiet intimacy. ]
I don't know how to feel about it.
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[ barely resigned, more... adaptable. he's willing to work with it, resistant at first, just like the frustration that ropes around him. he lets it, knows the feeling, presents his own forward.
a wall, solid, firm, rooted. he knows it's invasive. ]
Best to use it to our advantage. Whatever that's gonna end up being.
[ he nods to her lance then, brows lifting, relaxed now. ]
Nice polearm. Looks like it's seen a good fight.
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[ How would she know? Her experience is telling Nora what to do and them doing it or bieng told what to do by Sylens. Teamwork isn't really something she has a lot of experience with. She looks down at her lance as he motions towards it. ]
It's seen me through a lot.
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You're used to working alone?
[ it's a thought that glances off of his own, faint and there and he tries to shake it off just a bit. ]
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Yes.
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Walk with me.
[ a suggestion. he hasn't had long to explore the station yet, not since being sent down to the waypoint. ]
Tough place where you're from? [ to openly carry her lance like that--she could have been mid-fight, but there's a wear to her, the kind that indicates survival, and gladio doesn't need a hivemind to know that. he knows survival in someone's eyes. in their posture. you become it. ]
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Learning to use it was part of growing up.
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Where did you do all that growing up? Can't say I've seen anyone dressed up quite like you here. Or even back home. Nothing close to it.
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The Mother's Embrace.
[ As if that explains everything. Glimpses of towering mountains, snow, pine trees. ]
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Mother's Embrace. A name like that, no wonder.
[ the familiarity it breeds only gets him thinking about home as well. trees too, tall and lush, mountains, rivers: the only difference, perhaps, are the great black swaths of road. ]
It's beautiful.
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[ And part of her misses it because part of her feels that she can never truly go home again. She has seen too much, learned too much of the world to find the Embrace comforting. It will always be home but she feels distinctly apart from the people she yearned all her life to be part of. ]
I don't know if I can spend my time yearning for home here, though.
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