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[hatch log / mission: hyrypia] the winds that will be howling at all hours
CHARACTERS: New Hosts & EVERYONE
WHERE: Station 72; Hyrypia - Naerstone House
WHEN: DAY :002 - :003
SUMMARY: New hosts hatch on the Station, are briefed, then make their way to Hyrypia to join the rest of the hosts… while they attend a very important history lesson.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary. Need a warning added? PM this account please!
((OOC Notes: This is the hatch log for all new hosts as well as the evening's performance. Feel free to make your own logs and posts additional to this if you care to. You can find a more detailed overview of the host hatching process HERE and additional setting information about the Station HERE. Please be sure to review the MISSION: HYRYPIA ooc information. If you have any questions, please hit up either the mission's question thread, the FAQ or MOD CONTACT pages!))
WHERE: Station 72; Hyrypia - Naerstone House
WHEN: DAY :002 - :003
SUMMARY: New hosts hatch on the Station, are briefed, then make their way to Hyrypia to join the rest of the hosts… while they attend a very important history lesson.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary. Need a warning added? PM this account please!
STATION 72
DAY :002
NEW HATCHES
YOU WAKE UP are are suddenly changed. --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 surfacing up from the darkness of some wine dark sea. Nothing is different and everything is because 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.
But here you are, a small miracle of the multiverse: lying in a small, faintly hexagonal chamber with 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 calmed. There's something peaceful about waking up here - like you belong. 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. A matching dread. An easy comfort. 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 nearby 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.In fact there are lots of you and none of them are the strangers they should be. Some even seems like people you've known for a very long time.They are as familiar as this place you've never been is.
Welcome to Station 72. Beyond this room it's quiet and still, feeling for all the world like a hollow shell.
--Or it does until a voice separates itself from the white noise in your head:BRIEFING
THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD isn't really a voice at all. It's the warm tang of camaraderie, tinged with a flash of impatience like ticking hands on a clock face and a flicker of wonder: a falling star. It says:( My, you're all very fresh aren't you? Unfortunately, the multiverse waits for no spring chicken. Once you've figured out which way's up, won't you all join us? )
Join 'us' where is the question. And yet, once you're ready to meet the owner of the voice in your mind, your footsteps simply lead you there naturally. Two strangers sit in a small circular briefing room - a tall being covered in short brown fur with a rigid demeanor, and a pale alien with yellow washed frills at her jaw and throat who is smiling cheerfully.
"Hey there, sunshine," says Rhan, her frills humming as she speaks. "Why don't you take a seat so we can get started?"[ooc note: please see here for the catch-all briefing thread] THE STATION
WITH A LITTLE UNDER 24 HOURS before it's time to make the trip to Hyrypia, this is as good an opportunity as you're going to get to familiarize yourself with Station 72 before you leave it. There's plenty to see, but a distinct lack of people to make conversation with. It's lonely and quiet and there's a sensation of dust gathering even where there is none. Maybe studying the briefing files on your databank and going over your mission kit is the most proactive distraction, but if not? Well there's plenty of places to get lost...
HYRYPIA - NAERSTONE HOUSE
DAY :003
MEETING
A SINGLE SHIP LANDS in a field the color of burnished gold, returning to the place it had until late the night before occupied. It's carefully inserted beside dozens of other spacecraft bearing more than faint similarities, though each has its own unique aesthetic. When the gangplank drops, the loud engines powering down, it reveals--
New hosts. Seven fresh faces - obscured as they are in layers of intricate fabric - are led down the gangplank by Rhan There to greet them is a number of other hosts - any who answered to the sweet crystalline ring of Collector’s voice in their heads hardly a half hour earlier, speaking with certainty born of truth:( Rhan and Siva’co are returning. Shall we see what stories they have to tell? )
Despite the solidarity that both combined groups provide, there's a feeling of eyes here. A number of guards along the edge of the shuttle field are watching the reunion like hawks. Better perhaps to return to the apartments where they'll be able to speak in private and teach the new hosts what it is that has been learned since their arrival. --Or explore, for those who prefer not to rest. Naerstone House's grounds are vast and they are almost entirely open to the parties of the pilgrims to explore.THE PERFORMANCE
AS THE SINGLE RED SUN of Hyrypia dips low on the horizon there is a long, low, mournful sound. A deep bell-- or a horn? Or maybe it's something else entirely, but the call is heard and answered as any nearby servants inform the guests of the house:
“There will be a performance of the First Journey in a quarter turn. All guests are invited to attend.”
There's no mystery as to where the event is occurring. A steady trail of guests and servants lead out past the Veranda into the central garden where a number of pillars have been mounted and a large tiered platform festooned with with numerous draped curtains and abstract representations of trees and mountains - a great stage - now sits. The stage is surrounded by numerous low settees and tables, piles of thick cushions and richly colored rugs around which guests can be found clustered, lounging while sipping thick, syrupy drinks.
Each table is illuminated only by a single glowing orb at its center. Otherwise, as the sun sets it pitches the garden into darkness as even the castle itself has been left unlit. There are no lights in distant windows or on Naerstone House's high walls; these small orbs and the glitter of stars in the black sky might very well be the only points of light in the whole universe.
The allotted time passes and the performance begins. A sun rises over the stage. It's a much larger, more intricate glowing orb and reveals a number of players dressed far more simply than the Hyrypians the hosts have met. They wear complex machine masks upon their faces that shutter into different expressions as their hands flitter across their faces: dramatic caricatures to accompany the droning sound of their singing voices as they unfold the tale at the center of the performance - the one which drives this pilgrimage and for the Nest's very presence in the universe at all. It's the story of lost Rabadoceans coming to a planet near barren intent on brutalizing them - about loss and hardship until finally a single player separates from the rest. The orb of the sun over the stage turns, it's mechanical face shifting and resetting to indicate the passage of time as the very central platform of the stage begins to turn so that this lone player might walk. And walk. And walk through deserts and scrub land, through dark woods and dark caves, against the wind and with it. Through it all, the orb over the stage slowly lowers until at last this lone player can take it in their hands.
It cracks like an egg and brilliance streams from it. Braziers catch fire in the darkness. The garden illuminates itself. Every light in Naerstone House comes to life.
With that, the silence of the crowd breaks. There is applause -- each culture in its own unique fashion -- and then there is a rise of chattering conversation as the guests are served several small dishes and talk about the show they’ve just seen - and whatever possible clues it might give to the pilgrimage they themselves would soon be undertaking.
((OOC Notes: This is the hatch log for all new hosts as well as the evening's performance. Feel free to make your own logs and posts additional to this if you care to. You can find a more detailed overview of the host hatching process HERE and additional setting information about the Station HERE. Please be sure to review the MISSION: HYRYPIA ooc information. If you have any questions, please hit up either the mission's question thread, the FAQ or MOD CONTACT pages!))
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If it means their death, let it all burn.
[ Spat at as viciously as she can, from where she's trapped. ] What you consider friends would feast on you for your misguided belief.
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You're not gonna find many people here that'll be all that happy about being collateral damage in your hunt. And I got a vested interest in not only not dying here, but keeping them all safe.
[ He runs a hand over his jaw, resisting the urge to protest that. It's not gonna do any good to defend them like that. ]
In your world, maybe. They don't exist in mine, and here? Things are different. The symbiote makes it complicated.
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Do they feed on the blood of others?
[ A curt question that she doesn't need the answer too - she can feel it in her mouth, in her limbs, in that connection to Elena that she wants to claw out of herself with her own teeth and nails. ]
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[ He's being completely honest there - but he can practically hear the yet or that you know of that she might throw back at him. He doesn't linger on it. ]
None of us have any choice in who we're connected to by brood bonds - but you can learn to close your connection enough to distance it. If we were back on the Station you and Damon could duke it out as much as you wanted until you figured out that the symbiote isn't gonna let you kill each other, but we're not. And you're gonna get a bunch of innocent people killed if you don't put this on hold.
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[ Because closing her mind isn't enough, it will still be there - she will still feel it. Heavy in all her thoughts, her limbs. ]
I do not want for bloodshed. I never did. No Queen worth her people's love ever does. [ A lie, is the unbidden part of her mind. She knows herself no better than with her sword in hand. Her horse under her. Her whole body alive to the sound of metal against metal. A shudder, all the down, swallowing the half dragged up images of battles into herself. ] You say you do not know them. Then I rejoice for your peace but please - do not be the fool so many are.
[ It's earnest, not to guilt, or pry, but as close to pleading as someone like her can ever give herself over too. ]
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I don't know the vampires where you're from, but I know Damon. He'd probably be the first to agree that he's a monster, and maybe he is, but he's had my back here. I'm a soldier, your majesty, and I don't want bloodshed either. Somehow it always finds me anyway.
[ Not a lie. Or maybe - a lie that almost matches hers. The call of the fight's never been something he'd been able to turn down, and he never feels more alive than when he's in the air. But he doesn't want anyone here hurt. ]
I'm not looking to change your mind about them right now. Just to make sure no one gets hurt in the crossfire.
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[ A bite, a correction, let him understand. He is doing his best to be honest, let her return that favour. She could respect that much.
But it's clear, as she looks at him. She sees only a well meaning fool. Someone who has no idea with which he is dealing. How many, how many will pay the price for that ignorance? But he has her by this place, doesn't it? ]
Very well. You will have my complacency, one duty in exchange for another - but I have one question for you.
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Rani.
[ There's a tentative huff of relief when she agrees, at least for the moment. ]
Is it are you always this much of a jackass? [ No, Wilson, that's probably not it. ] Yeah, of course.
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You speak of crossfire. What will you do the day you find a mother's belly slit open and him feasting her unborn child? Are you prepared to do what is necessary then?
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It does make it easier to answer, though. If she'd just asked what will you do when he hurts someone, it might have been more difficult. Because Damon will hurt someone, and it might not even be for a reason as clearly provoking as Rani attacking Elena. Sam promised to stop him, but he's not perfect, and he'll make a mistake. What he'll do when it happens is... circumstantial.
But if Damon is so far from himself that nothing Elena or Sam could do could stop him from ripping unborn children out and eating them, there's really only one answer.
He lets their connection open a little, lets her feel the resolve in his answer. ]
I'd kill him myself.
[ He loves Damon - but he loves Bucky, too, and he promised to kill him if it came down to it. There's not much difference. ]
The symbiote makes things complicated, it connects us and makes us work with people we might never want to - or shut off the connection and and screw over everyone else who's in the same boat, or somewhere in between. It's everyone's choice what they do with it, and I know it takes time. [ He leans over to start untying her. ] But on this mission - I swore I'd do my best to keep my people safe.
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But she could give him more, give more human examples. They like to turn children, they like to send those children back home. What do you become when facing an enemy like that?
Not that she needs to, as she watches him, a pressure, steady - heavy against him even without meaning too. Looking for confirmation, like she could look so much more, just for staring alone. ]
Swear it. Swear it to me. Or you will never have peace from me, not while I breathe.
[ As deep as that could be, she means it, and there is no mistake. ]
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She deserves something like he and Bucky have, in the increasing periods when they're not fighting.
But Rani's request - that's easy. Sam pauses as he's untying her, kneeling before her, and opens his mind more. Enough to leave the impression of battles, of gunfire and explosions and knives, blood under his nails and the echo of I don't think he's the kind you save, I think he's the kind you stop and the rest of us aren't getting out of here.
Sam is no stranger to war, to hard truths and making tough calls. ]
I swear it, Rani.
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Then you have mine.
[ And she reaches forward - direct, even as the movement has its own delicacy, exact in its own way. These hands once held nothing harsher than flower. Now they don't know how to hold anything other than steel - and in this moment she grips him like he is both as she threads her fingers against his skull, pulling him to her. Pressing her forehead to his and taking a deep long breath. ] And should you fail in it, I will kill you and them both.
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It means that he doesn't flinch when she reaches for him, that he makes no attempt to move away as she pulls him in and presses them close. Even as she makes it clear what the stakes are, as her words settle deep in his mind. Part of him rails against it, the same way it had when Cathaway asked if he could keep the Nest safe, when Ilde told him to guide the Nest - he's just a soldier.
But he hasn't been just anything in a long time. His hands cover hers, touch warm and gentle despite calluses and rough spots. ]
I won't. We're on our own here, Rani. Cathaway warned me that if things go bad and our cover's blown, there's no extraction plan. But I've got no intention of dying here.
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Neither do I.