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- *hatch log,
- annie westwind [original],
- bellamy blake [the 100],
- darlene alderson [mr robot],
- elliot alderson [mr robot],
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- joshua bright [legend of heroes],
- juno steel [the penumbra podcast],
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- rust cohle [true detective],
- sam wilson [mcu],
- seth gecko [from dusk till dawn]
[hatch log] i had a dream which was not all a dream
CHARACTERS: New Hosts & EVERYONE
WHERE: Station 72; Hyrypia - The Red Coast
WHEN: DAY :025 - DAY :026
SUMMARY: Somewhere deep in the void between multiverses, a fresh clutch of Hosts hatches; getting them down to Hyrypia proves to be more complicated than usual.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary. Need a warning added? PM this account please!
((OOC Notes: This log covers the hatch on Day :025 as well as the arrival of new Hosts on Hyrypia late on Day :026. Feel free to make your own logs and posts additional to this if you care to. You can find additional information pertaining to the Red Coast on the previous mission log (located here); newbies are welcome to utilize that log as well as it occurs within the same time period as the hatch.
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 Red Coast
WHEN: DAY :025 - DAY :026
SUMMARY: Somewhere deep in the void between multiverses, a fresh clutch of Hosts hatches; getting them down to Hyrypia proves to be more complicated than usual.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary. Need a warning added? PM this account please!
STATION 72
DAY :025
NEW HATCHES
YOU WAKE UP and the universe and you in it are 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. But 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. Some of these emotions might be 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 others very like you here, all of them somehow intimately familiar.
Welcome to Station 72. Beyond this room, the vast Station is quiet and still. It feels for all the world like a shell for some vast dark thing.
Eventually, a sensation manifests out of the hollowness:PREPARE YOURSELF
THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD is sound and sensation: a brilliantly warm shaft of sunlight through smoky glass - a gauzy curtain twitching in some summer breeze - the blooming pleasure of a familiar face after a very long time away. 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 small grassy lawn in the center of the lush, circular gardens where an aging woman waits on a stone bench. The pin straight sheet of her hair hangs like a graying curtain and the sensation from her is lovely and golden, real delight pouring through her like light through a pinhole camera. She smiles and sets aside the book in her lap.
"There you are. 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."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 other than the people you woke up with there's a distinct lack of company 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? Otherwise-- well there's plenty of places to get lost...
By the simulated morning, a strange archaic ship has arrived on the Hangar. Its very alien pilots are in the process of unloading-- bodies. No, scratch that, they're clearly still alive, though in some kind of comatose state. One of the pilots - a pale female alien who calls herself Rhan - says, "Well, this is awkward. We were supposed to be done with this already. Uh don't mind us, darling. We'll finish up here and get on our way. In the meantime, why don't you go through your packs and get changed?"
She nods toward two trunks on the hangar deck where assortment of pre-prepared packs are waiting for each new Host. In each pack is a series of items, including a set of beautiful and very all-encompassing robes. Better get comfortable. Not hot on the fabrics or patterns in your pack? Mixing and matching with your new best friends is totally acceptable.
Eventually, you leave the Station. If you're lucky, you might one day make it back.
HYRYPIA - THE RED COAST
LATE DAY :026
A PURPOSEFULLY SUBTLE WELCOME
UNDER THE COVER OF DARKNESS, Collector and Lyr make their way through the barracks where the Hosts on Hyrypia are meant to be sleeping. It's nearing whatever the Hyrypian equivalent of midnight is; if you're awake, all the better. If not? Expect to be roused (gently and silently by Collector, rudely and abruptly by Lyr).
"Get dressed. We're going for a walk."
There's nothing quite so suspicious as bringing a bunch of reinforcements to the planet in the aftermath of a rather public murder, which means a highly ritualized midnight procession of Carbasuchians into the highlands. It's easier to secret a handful of newbies in an anonymous group, right?
That meeting in the dead of night in the rocky wilderness above the Red Coast bears even a passing resemblance to the strange occurrence on DAY :010 is probably just a coincidence. Besides, there aren't any mystery circles burned into the stone and grass here: just a stealth ship materializing out of the black night and touching down in a stony outcropping where it disgorges the freshly hatched (or newly reawakened) Hosts.
((OOC Notes: This log covers the hatch on Day :025 as well as the arrival of new Hosts on Hyrypia late on Day :026. Feel free to make your own logs and posts additional to this if you care to. You can find additional information pertaining to the Red Coast on the previous mission log (located here); newbies are welcome to utilize that log as well as it occurs within the same time period as the hatch.
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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[ There's a sense of knowing that comes to him; recognition, as though he's been reunited with an old friend, a long-lost brother. He's never met this kid in his life, though. Alongside that familiarity is rejection, a brisk, unyielding thing. ( No; he doesn't know this kid. He's never met him before in his life, however that itchy thing in the back of his brain sings and cajoles and consoles. ) His right hand, the one that he has removed the gauntlet from, has found its way into his pocket -- hunting through it. ]
I don't know you, what the hell is this? You're not from U.A.
[ Rhetorical, thankfully. ]
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I don't know any more about this than you do.
[ There's definitely nothing about this other boy - accent, clothing, anything - that he can place as being from anywhere in Zemuria.
But there's probably not any kind of useful alliance to be found here, either (even if something in him keeps insisting that there should be). He'll make better time staying solo than by trying to convince this one of anything. ]
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[ The response rankles him, even if something in the back of his head tells him not to be so angry with his own. That there will be answers, that he should find solace in this one's immediate company. Even if he's -- weird. Shuttered and cold, kinda' like that half-cocked jerk in his class. It feels as though he's being written off, dismissed. That doesn't sit well with him at all. ]
I suppose if you did, you'd actually be useful. Get your things together, someone's calling for us, and I want someone to be there to witness me when I beat her face in.
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Backup - of a sort, maybe not amounting to much more than "potential distraction" - versus the obvious downside of that backup being ready to fly off the handle at the least provocation. (Maybe even without any.) ]
Not until we get some answers.
[ You don't start the interrogation with beatings, come on. ]
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[ Don't tell him what to do, he's the only one even remotely capable of doing anything right now. ]
Don't tell me you're adverse to applying a little pressure to get those answers.
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He's not honestly all that keen on that stuff anymore, but the stories he could tell you.
(He's not going to tell you.) ]
Try me.
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What, you gonna' get in my way?
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[ Very flatly. He doesn't have much use for posturing. It's a waste of energy. ]
I don't think it'll take much to get information out of this, anyway. She seems... [ A pause and a frown. How he's so sure of this, he doesn't really know, but - ] ...forthcoming isn't the right word. But I don't think anyone here is trying to hide anything.
[ am former spy, can confirm. Or at least offer an informed opinion. ]
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[ HDU!! He's not going to screw it up, he knows what he's doing. ]
You ever heard of "omission" before? I don't care how forthcoming and friendly whoever-the-hell-they-are come off as, there's no way I'm taking what they say at face value. How stupid do you have to be to just accept what you're spoonfed?
[ Beneath the heavy material of his gloves, his knuckles crack as he flexes his fingers. ]
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[ And sometimes, after that, yeah, it might be prudent to twist some arms and see what that brings to the table, but he wants to know what they have to offer with coercion, and that you can't really leave for last and go backwards to. ]
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[ oh my god joshua, he loathes you so much right now for saying the same thing he's saying but in a different way ]
It means "the things they're not saying, by saying other things" - the things I'm going to beat out of them if they try to pull that nonsense on me!
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He's got a feeling that's going to be par for the course with this guy. ]
The fact that they are choosing to say, and not say, specific things. Which things they leave out versus which things they try to explain away.
Which is then lost once you start snapping arms to get those things out. This is why interrogations start hands-off.
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What.
[ It's sudden, the way the heat bleeds from him. It's always there, still simmering underneath his skin, but not as brightly, like a too-hot bulb about to rupture into shrapnel and sparks. There's genuine confusion in him, a heavy current of it, like a river within a river. ]
That's not interrogation, that's just how things go. Who do you think I am? Police?
[ what ]
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[ Of course it's interrogation. What else would you call beating information out of someone? And besides that, why would that mean he's assuming Bakugo is police? They're far from the only sorts who would engage in something like that. ]
Why should police have anything to do with it?
[ gosh man it's like you've never been part of a well-organized group that straddles the line between "crime syndicate" and "weirdass creepy almost-cult" ]
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[ It sounds black and white, but there's a whole, rigorous study he's got to do about the rules and regulations for heroics, and what legislation went into the making of a hero license and how to keep it and what heroes can and cannot do in service of the public. On and on. ]
And I'm not studying to become a police officer.
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...you know, forget I brought it up.
[ He's getting the impression that Bakugo's worldview does not have a place for people like him. ]
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[ You're already this deep in the fuckery that is this conversation, might as well KEEP ON TRUCKIN'. ]
Anyways. I'm going to go find whoever's calling us out, you can come along, if you're up for it.
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Because there is nothing cute about this jackass at all. ]
Sure. Why not. Wouldn't dream of denying myself the pleasure of your charming personality.
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Yeah, like hell I'm doing this because you're just such great sidekick material. It's just that --
[ Ugh... ]
You're different.
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For Bakugo, he's just Eternally Unimpressed. ]
...yeah, I get what you mean.
[ He's doing his level best not to pay attention to it, but that nagging feeling at the edge of his thoughts hasn't gone unnoticed. ]
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Why's it you, and not them?
[ There's one other on the dock, that he can feel that's "theirs" -- and he's going to avoid HER for as long as possible. ]
I don't even like you!
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One more question for the lady behind the curtain.
HAPHAZARDLY REMEMBERS TO CLOSE THIS OUT???
[ HUFF! And he twists, off to one side to continue slipping his way out of his costume, until something else seems to catch his attention. Something that sends him right back up into a manic fury, eyes flashing. ]
You know what, how 'bout you go on ahead.
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Suit yourself, dude. ]