![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
- *hatch log,
- *mission log,
- addison parker [original],
- bellamy blake [the 100],
- clarke griffin [the 100],
- damon salvatore [the vampire diaries],
- elena gilbert [the vampire diaries],
- helen magnus [sanctuary],
- john murphy [the 100],
- lexa [the 100],
- matrim cauthon [wheel of time],
- misato katsuragi [evangelion],
- noctis lucis caelum [ffxv],
- pidge gunderson (katie holt) [voltron],
- rust cohle [true detective],
- ryohji kaji [evangelion],
- sam wilson [mcu]
[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!))
no subject
it'd be so easy to relink himself with her. to open up all his shields, settle into her mind, let her stay where it's safe and she knows she's wanted. he can feel her sorrow at the loss, and it's so tempting to give her what she wants.
but the symbiote is more dangerous than that, and he would never be able to forgive himself if she changed by being connected to him that deeply for too long. she needs time to learn to shield, to navigate the links between each nestmate more skillfully before she can just spend a bunch of time in one person's head. more than anything, it needs to be her choice. he's chosen sam, the way he was never allowed to choose kavinsky or shepard or misato, and he has to let elena choose for herself too. ❱
I'm going to keep you safe, alright? Don't worry about her. Just get yourself settled.
no subject
She has to shove all of that back down, into the dark corners of her mind where she's become terrified of who she'll lose next. It's unfair that she's always the one to survive, to be left behind to be swallowed up by grief. To drown in it like she'd drowned in the river. And even when she'd been ready to die, to finally be at peace and leave all of this behind, something had pulled her back. It isn't fair. ]
How am I supposed to do that? [ It's quiet and as broken as she feels, and the tears are in her eyes before she realizes it. ] How am I supposed to live like this, Damon?
no subject
thinking like that doesn't help anyone, least of all elena. damon forces himself out of his own thoughts, shifting to get on the bed next to her and draw her into his arms. hugs have never really been damon's area of expertise, but he can't just watch elena like this and not do something. his grip on her is tight, almost uncomfortably so — or at least, it would have been if she was human. now it might just be a pleasant pressure, and the idea that he doesn't have to hold back around her anymore... if he didn't know how much she hates this, he might be able to appreciate it. ❱
One day at a time. Just like the summer, right? Breathe, eat sleep, keep doing it until you wake up one day and it doesn't suck.
❰ she'd told him about that philosophy during the summer without stefan. on a day early in june, when she'd spent the morning crying and he'd pretended he hadn't heard from where he was busy making coffee downstairs. he'd asked what her plan was when she came downstairs, eyes red-rimmed but head held high, conscious as he was of the possibility that they couldn't get stefan back — equally conscious that she'd never accept that as an ending to their story.
eat breathe sleep, she'd said, shrugging like there was nothing else to do, and... maybe there wasn't, for her. anyone else would break under the weight of the things she's been through, but not elena. she's too strong for that. it's easy for her to forget that now, but damon will do whatever he needs to do to remind her. ❱
You're going to get through this, Elena. I'll teach you how.
no subject
One day at a time. [ She repeats those words softly, remembering how many times she'd gone through that process before. After her parents, after Jenna. Everything hurts, she doesn't know how she has the energy to even speak, but she knows she can get through the pain of losing Alaric. But being a vampire...
I'll teach you how. The words reverberate through her, the realization settling in that she's really not alone in this as she'd feared the day before on the station. Damon is here, he'll help her, he'll be by her side to show her how to get through this. And that... gives her hope, as strange as that might sound to others. Damon isn't known for being the most restrained vampire, but she is well aware that he doesn't do things unless he wants to. Killing someone isn't something he's ever done without realizing, at least not since she's known him -- Damon consciously makes choices for his actions, they're just usually bad choices meant to subvert expectations that people might have, or to reinforce the image he has of himself that so many share.
The hope is shuffled to the side by a blurring of emotion that brings up a deep-set fear she's tried so hard to keep hidden away in the depths of her mind. Her hands clutch at him, tightly holding to the fabric of his clothing, as the pieces come together to remind her that she cares about Damon, maybe more than she's admitting to anyone including herself, and he's all she has here. That means that she's going to lose him, because it's just what happens. The people she loves die -- why should he be any different? But the fear sinks its claws into her heart and in seconds she's crying, her chest aching with the force of the tears. ]
Damon, please don't leave me.
no subject
slowly, gently, damon pulls elena up so that he can look her in the eye, his hands cupping her cheeks. ❱
I promise, I will never leave you. Never.
❰ even as he makes the promise, damon knows that it may not be one he's able to keep. life loves to fuck with both of them, and sometimes no matter how hard he fights he can't beat it. there may come a time when he has to leave elena, where he has no choice — but at the very least, she can know that it won't be his choice. he'll do anything and everything he has to to stay with her — he's not stefan, not jeremy or bonnie or caroline or anyone she likes better, but she won't lose him if he can help it. that has to count for something. ❱
no subject
Her hands release fabric in favor of skin, reaching up to hold on to his wrists, partly needing that connection while also ensuring he doesn't remove them. ]
Thank you.
no subject
I'm not going anywhere.
❰ he remains like that for long moments, but eventually he pulls back — and draws elena with him, scooting up the bed to lay down on it and pulling her to lay down with him. when they're settled, her laying against his side, her hand in his, he ducks his head to kiss her forehead. ❱
You're going to be fine, Elena. I promise.
❰ it's not a promise born of fear, said to keep both of them from worrying that she might not be up to it. that kind of promise wouldn't help, would be seen through in a second. it's a promise born of certainty, of the knowledge that she is strong enough to get through all this and come out the other side with her head held high. ❱
no subject
I'm not fine now.
[ It's a quiet admission, an echo of what she'd told Sam earlier, and as the words slip out she feels like she's adrift in the middle of the ocean, no land in sight. She's clinging to a piece of wood trying to stay afloat, but her arms are so tired. ]
no subject
"Going to be" isn't "are, right now, at this exact second". It'll take work, from both of us. And until you get there... It's okay not to be fine, you know.
❰ there's the sense from damon's side of the connection that he is, in fact, incredibly protective of elena's right to feel shitty. she died, not that he thinks it'd be a great idea to bring attention to it, she gets to have a bit of a pity party.
for a while. not so much she turns into stefan. ❱
no subject
She's too tired to cry anymore, too worn out to think of anything but how right it feels to be held against him like this. Her hand in his is the most secure she's felt since the truck went off the bridge, and in that moment she almost believes she really will be fine. Because he's there with her, and he's not leaving. He's everything she needs. ]
I was so scared yesterday, Damon. When I was alone, before I knew you were here. I didn't know what I was gonna do.
no subject
You don't remember, because I told the other you, not... you-you. But I promised her I'd always come back to her, and I meant it. Any Elena, from any universe, I'll always find you.
❰ his throat closes up, then, and he can't say any more — he can bare his heart for her, can hold it out on a silver platter for her to brush aside, but the true depth of his devotion... there's no words, or what words there are are saccharine and cliché. she knows, she has to, that she'll never be alone for as long as he's alive. even when she might want to be, he will always be mere moments away from her. ❱
no subject
If anyone could, it's you.
[ She believes it of Damon more than she does of Stefan. So much more. As much as she loves Stefan, she knows that he has his limitations, that there are things he won't do and choices he'll respect even if they're not the right ones. But Damon? Damon would move heaven and earth to get to her, regardless of her own wishes -- and in some ways, she needs that. She needs for there to be one person who will always fight for her, always be there despite the effort and pain it might take.
Maybe that's why she's been feeling the way she has. Or maybe... ]
no subject
Careful, I think you might offend Saint Stefan.
❰ the words are a reminder, for him as well as her — she's only leaning on him because stefan isn't here. he's in a coma up on the station, and who knows if he'll ever wake up, but if he does... if he does, they'll have to figure out how to be together again, with their roles switched so dramatically. but stefan will be the one to get her through the rest of her transition, stefan will be the one she turns to when she feels overwhelmed and afraid. he needs to remember that just as much as she does. ❱
Think you can sleep?
no subject
Stefan. She loves Stefan. She chose Stefan. She needs to remember that, in case... In case she ever sees him again.
Pulling in a shaky breath, she nods slightly, hesitates, and finally asks a quiet question. ]
Can I stay here?
[ Because even though he's not the brother she's in love with, Damon is still her friend. She trusts him with her life and well-being and she needs him right now, even if that's not fair to him. ]
no subject
'Course, ❰ he says, brushing her hair behind her ear. ❱ We all choose our own rooms anyway. They're not private, but Sam had this one to himself, we'll just stay with him.
❰ having sam in the same room will be a good way to keep himself from forgetting the score. elena might get carried away at moments, but he can't let himself. stefan's here, after all, even if he is asleep. she's still his brother's girl. ❱
no subject
So it matters, but it doesn't, and she hates it. She hates all of it, and herself most of all. ]
Sam won't mind?
[ It feels so natural for Damon to touch her hair. It's comforting, and she wishes he would keep doing it. ]
no subject
A friend, ❰ he says eventually. ❱ He'd honestly probably feel better with us close by. He's a lot like you.
❰ the way damon says it, that's clearly a good thing, a point in sam's favour. he's kind and good but fun, smart and resourceful. he'll be a very good friend for elena to have in the coming weeks while she learns how to be a vampire. ❱
no subject
It's a good thing for someone to be like her? She honestly can't see how. She runs in headfirst without looking, she risks her life and causes others to risk theirs, it's her fault... Well, everything is her fault, really. But if Damon thinks highly of Sam, then she has to take his word for it. ]
Then we'll stay here.
[ His fingers in her hair are helping to soothe the tattered edges of her nerves and Elena can feel herself slowly drifting off toward much-needed sleep. But before she lets go and falls into its embrace, she has to say one more thing, her voice growing soft. ]
Thank you, Damon.
no subject
but now's not the time for such sweeping, dramatic declarations. she's tired, damon's tired, they've both been through the wringer today. time to sleep. damon's fingers continue to card through elena's hair, and he smiles softly. ❱
Go to sleep, Elena.
no subject
And sleep she does, smoothly slipping into it like going under the surface of still water. It's an exhausted sleep void of any dreams, thankfully, and if she moves at all it will be closer to Damon. Her white knight who insists on wearing black. ]