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[mission: hyrypia] i am not there; i do not sleep
CHARACTERS: New Hosts & EVERYONE
WHERE: Station 72; Hyrypia - The Graze
WHEN: DAY :019 - DAY :020
SUMMARY: Somewhere deep in the void between multiverses, a fresh clutch of Hosts hatches; down on the planet Hyrypia, a Host is laid to rest.
WARNINGS: Mentions of character death, funerary services. Will update as necessary. Need a warning added? PM this account please!
((OOC Notes: This log covers the hatch, the arrival of new Hosts on Hyrypia, the funeral of Lavellan and the supremely awkward dinner party meant to wrap the first stage of the Pilgrimage. 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're brand new to the game. If you have any questions, please hit up either the mission's question thread, the FAQ or MOD CONTACT pages!))
WHERE: Station 72; Hyrypia - The Graze
WHEN: DAY :019 - DAY :020
SUMMARY: Somewhere deep in the void between multiverses, a fresh clutch of Hosts hatches; down on the planet Hyrypia, a Host is laid to rest.
WARNINGS: Mentions of character death, funerary services. Will update as necessary. Need a warning added? PM this account please!
STATION 72
DAY :019
NEW HATCHES
YOU WAKE UP and the universe with you in it is suddenly different. --No. That's not right. You're you, the universe is as it's always been, 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 coming up from the darkness of some wine dark sea. Nothing is different and yet everything is.
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. There are a handful of you here, somehow intimately familiar to each other.
Welcome to Station 72. Beyond this room it's quiet and still, feeling for all the world like a shell for some vast dark thing.
Eventually, a sensation manifests out of the black. It says:PREPARE YOURSELF
THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD is sound and sensation: a warm shaft of sunlight through smoky glass - a gauzy curtain twitching in some summer breeze. It says or feels like:( Come meet with me, won't you? )
Where exactly this meeting is supposed to occur isn't immediately clear, but head in the direction that seems correct and eventually Station 72 gets you where you're meant to be: a circular briefing room with tiered seating, empty now, before a woman with a sheet of graying hair and something focused in her expression. It's been some time since she's spoken with a young host - since she's done one of this briefings. Apparently she's feeling something like her usual self. She smiles and it's very warm.
"Welcome to Station 72. Unfortunately, you won't be here long but we'd like to answer as many of your questions as we're able before you leave this place."[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 is the most proactive distraction, but if not? Well there's plenty of places to get lost...
In the simulated morning, a strange archaic ship has arrived on the Hangar. Its very alien pilots unload two heavy trunks, then dole out a series of kits to the new hosts. One of them - the pale female alien who her calls herself Rhan - cheerfully announces, "Get changes and buckle in. I'm afraid we've some grim business ahead of us today. Funerals, you know. But chin up, my darlings. One uncomfortable day and then we'll leave the matter behind us. --Oh, but do be gentle with the others. I suspect they might be tender for a few days yet."
You leave the Station. If you're lucky, you might one day make it back.
HYRYPIA - THE GRAZE
DAY :020
THE FUNERAL PROCESSION
A SHIP DESCENDS from the iron colored sky early in the morning on Day :020. Before it even pierces the planet's atmosphere, its cargo should be obvious to the other Carbauschians: a new batch of Hosts, freshly hatched and just in time for the grim festivities.
The idea is simple: that they are part of a mourning delegation, only here to briefly oversee Lavellan's funerary rites. Luckily (...) there's plenty of comatose Hosts lying in the tents to trade places with the newcomers.
Better get to know your new friends quickly - there's plenty to be brought up to speed on (such as, uh, the recent death of one of the elder Hosts), and likely enough work to be done that the new spare hands are welcome. Or maybe the state of nothing-like-faux mourning is a good excuse for some alone time on a strange new alien planet. You're all so very, very far from home.BURIAL RITES
THE FUNERAL has been arranged to the Hosts' precise specifications. Each and every single request they've made has been met, carried out by two soft-spoken, contrite Hyrypian servants who had come to them not long after their return from the hunt. Perhaps because the members of the other envoys are unsure whether it's permitted or welcome to attend, the site of the funerary pyre is hardly full to bursting with onlookers. Or maybe the burning of corpses goes against some obscure tradition. Or maybe some of the minor envoys simply don't care much and think the Carbasuchians are best left to their grief alone. Still, while it's hardly the entire encampment in attendance a notable selection of diplomats and their respective entourages and several of their Hyrypian hosts have turned out for the ceremony. It seems the Descendants in particular have turned out in some force, including the very hunter saved by Lavellan's quick thinking.
When the time comes for the rites to proceed, it's left to the Hosts to light the fire and say their farewells to their fallen comrade - the first and hopefully last to be lost in this strange land.A SOMBER CELEBRATION
ASH SCENT HANGS HEAVY STILL over the encampment. Or maybe that's simply the perception - after all, the breeze still blows in from over the Great Flat. Surely it's just a memory of the smell which lingers, as circumstantial as the mournful note the wind sighs as it cuts across the Graze and into the tangled Finger Maze.
However, matters of the universe don't pause for the tragedy of the loss of an envoy - and there is so much riding on this Pilgrimage. To their credit, the Hyrypians have done all they can to provide for the Carbauschians in their time of grief (including a visit from the Matron Bassita herself, pale and full of sympathy and apologies), and as evening falls what clearly was meant to be a carousing party to celebrate a successful hunt and completion of the Pilgrimage's first stage has been considerably tempered.
The drinks still flow; the food is still plentiful, rich and lavishly spiced - but the music being played is soft and careful and of the hundreds of small technomanced insect lights the drift over the encampment tonight, a considerably portion of them are dedicated to lingering around the charred skeleton of the funeral pyre as a sober acknowledgement of what has come to pass.
Give it a few hours and maybe the mood will lighten slightly. On the other hand, there's nothing like an uncomfortably close tragedy to bring people together - and as Rhan suggests, maybe now's exactly the right time to ask a few pointed questions. Or to get hammered with new friends. Or to take a nice long walk while everyone else is consumed by the muted festivities.
((OOC Notes: This log covers the hatch, the arrival of new Hosts on Hyrypia, the funeral of Lavellan and the supremely awkward dinner party meant to wrap the first stage of the Pilgrimage. 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're brand new to the game. If you have any questions, please hit up either the mission's question thread, the FAQ or MOD CONTACT pages!))
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Except Shiro seems to have a personal contact with Lavellan, like Sam, in a way that Bucky doesn't. Bucky carefully reaches out to curl his arm around Shiro's right bicep to pull him in a little closer. No, Shiro's not alone. He can lean if he needs to.]
( Me either. ) [That's only part of the helplessness: not understanding why this happened. His anger stokes hotter in his chest, even as he tries to control it so it does bleed over too much into Shiro.]
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[Tearing into someone who trusted them, too...]
[It's the hand on his arm that keeps him grounded. The pressure of it. Pinpoints of a grip keeping his head from drowning in the sudden familiarity of the situation. People you trust... treating you like a science project.]
[His own hand grips Bucky's in turn. To focus on it.]
(We can't -- we can't be the only ones...)
[The only ones to be horrified, angered, betrayed, by this. Can they?]
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He focuses on breathing, on allowing the anger to vent in small waves over the Nest. He agrees, entirely; they can't be the only ones who have been devastated by this massive breach in trust.]
( Sam...) [He starts and ends on his broodmate's name. Sam's drunk somewhere, the uncomfortable fog lingering in the broodlink. Sam's having some kind of negative reaction, but Bucky's not sure what.]
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[He's still disguised, but his head snaps toward Bucky, regardless. Hand tightening on the other man's where it grips his arm.]
(Where is he?)
[There's more alarm and concern in those three mental words than in anything he could have said out loud. Where is he, what has he done now -- and maybe the sudden loss has weighed too heavily on him, for him to immediately jump to a worst case scenario.]
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He doesn't say fine. Fine does not describe Sam right now. His broodmate is suffering deeply, mourning someone he cared about in one of the worst ways possible. Sam's drunk, to the point that it's affecting the broodlink. Somewhere in the throng of people is his dearest friend, playing a part of the funeral party. The broodlink allows him to keep a lock on Sam's exact location, but his own anger has prevented him from reaching out too much yet; he's not fit company.]
( Drunk. )
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(Does he need --) [Anything? Anyone? He's closed off. More than he'd ever been before. Bucky's explanation makes sense for why it's such a shutdown. But on the other hand...]
[On the other hand it makes his heart twist.]
(We should -- he shouldn't be alone.)
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( Trying. ) [He's sorely tempted to grab Sam and simply leave the camp, but the pre-mission warnings ring alongside those ideas.]
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[It almost comes out as an order. But there's too much of a plea underneath the words for it to be that. There's helplessness in Bucky's thoughts, there's too much quiet from Sam, and Shiro's own brain is a mess of loss and lightning. Everything hurts.]
[But he has to try. Sam matters too much. And, he's slowly realizing, so does Bucky.]
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He can't tell Shiro not to use wording like that, not directly. Instead, though, he tries to ease his anger enough to give a mental impression of what do you want me to do? without voicing it out loud, because he doesn't know.]
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[what do you want me to do instead of an answer, instead of a direction. They're both reeling and someone has to do something.]
[Clear enough. He draws in a breath. Forcing calm he doesn't feel. Forcing steadiness. Lock it down. Focus.]
(Is there anything I can do?) [He tries, instead. Adding, with a glance from under the veil to his friend. Someone he trusts, here, even after all this mess.] (For either of you?)
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( Orders are... ) [Not even orders, but imperatives, but he provides the sensation of a collar suddenly tightened around his neck over the link. How, when someone says something like stop or let me help you he stops in his tracks.
In regards to the question, though, Bucky isn't sure at all. Sam doesn't seem to want or need help. Bucky doesn't want to bother him, but maybe Shiro could talk to him, ease some of his burden.]
( Could you talk to him? )
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[No more orders. He's got it.]
(Yeah, yeah, I will. Don't worry about that.) [He hesitates, before offering, careful of the phrasing now.]
(Is there anything I can do for you?)