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- annie westwind [original],
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- elliot alderson [mr robot],
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[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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So this isn't a total wash. Or maybe it is. Darlene isn't very good at sharing interests.]
No shit.
[But, also--]
Chill on the talking a little. I don't want you to get going and I can't shut you off. You anything more than a terminal junkie with this?
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Terminal junkie? Ha! Give me an hour or two alone and I could probably tell you how to build one of these from scratch.
[ Exaggerating a little, but not by much. ]
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[Flat, sarcastic. But the other glimmering thread present in this connection is the one that is waving at Darlene, teased out like: in another context, she might just be telling the truth. Darlene has done her share of builds, prefers to be active in the virtual, decimating a firewall and not cutting her fingers on motherboards. She still knows the work involved.]
As far as I heard, that's a super special skill-set that we're not getting our hands on. Which checks out, considering the limits on this. [The terminal she's standing over. Darlene encompasses it with a wave of her hand.] You want to step up to the plate and see how far you get?
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[ PIdge glances up at Darlene with a shrug and just a hint of defensiveness. She's good at what she does and she's very proud of that fact. She rolls a shoulder and steps up to the terminal, fingers moving in a little type-type motion as she's preparing for the plunge. ]
I was able to talk to one of the Seconds, actually. He showed me how some of their stuff worked. A lot of it is gears and clockwork, actually - which is different from what I'm used to, but the principles are basically the same. You need an input and the input has to do something and then the machine has to do the work for you. Kinda like Babbage's analytical engine, right?
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[She uses the title with reluctance, as she would for any stupid title. At least this one seems to be ability-based and not arbitrarily assigned. Darlene's vantage point allows her prime viewing privileges for whatever is going on here. If nothing else, she'll get eyes on whatever this thing can do.]
Personally I'm not into steampunk. Did he tell you anything else?
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Not yet. We were mostly looking at the mechanical elin that we were riding around, but the principles are probably the same. I wonder what this console is actually hooked up to...
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[Having a limited understanding of the over-arching design of this system is maddening. Having no phone means there's nothing to fuck around with while she's waiting. Darlene folds her arms over her chest instead, ignoring the pinch of vague inspecific anxiety deep in her gut.]
I was hoping for some kind of network connection. Some way to get in to the king OS of this thing. Half the consoles are single-use stations. Open a door, close a door. Makes sense if your buddies are out there making friggin' swan boats. They need it to do one thing and one thing only. They don't need Bluetooth capabilities and apps and hipster camera filters.
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[ Pidge laughs. It's a bit of a nervous laugh, but a laugh all the same. She taps a few more buttons with a frown. She's not sure this is actually hooked up to anything super important, honestly. ]
Makes sense, though. If everything is still analog and they don't have a decent data transmission medium then they're not going to have everything hooked up, right?
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[Just kidding, says the flick of her fingers against the billowy hem of her sleeve.]
All this, and yet they can apparently use their pseudo-tech to raise the dead. How's your planet doing? Mine is pretty far behind that. Double sucks, because resurrection might be a pretty cool party trick but it sure ain't no way to track down this evil operatives we're supposed to be unmasking.
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[ She frowns. ]
There's a huge difference between space travel and raising the dead, though. So who knows... It's a completely different tech base!
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[Now that gets Darlene's full attention. No more looking at screens or consoles or anything else.]
How did you get your hands on that?
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I stole it. From the engine room.
[ She sounds smug. ]
...with some help.
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[--Darlene says, approvingly. She likes this tactical theft way more than the earnestness of a few minutes back.]
Help from who, your Second friend?
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[ There's a beat. Another check to make sure no one is going to overhear this. ]
He's another host. He basically distracted the engineers so I could get my hands on the stuff.
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[Elliot. There could be other Elliots out there. Darlene is on alert anyways, sifting through the cues she gets through their mental connection in as surreptitious a way as possible.]
Sounds badass. What did he do?
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[ She shoots Darlene a grin. ]
...I should catch up with him again sometime soon.
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[A little defensive, but so what. That's her brother. There's a territorial aspect to the way she delivers that response. Less clipped--]
That being said, he is a goon. So.
[Like, he deserves it if he's going to make an ass of himself.]
I would prefer something with more finesse but I guess we're all assholes on pretty even footing. And beggars can't be choosers or whatever. Mad props for getting some of that shit at all. What are you going to do with it now that you've got it?
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[ There's something a little startled and defensive in her, because she hadn't expected that from her new acquaintance. ]
Wait, do you know him?
[ She's still catching up. She'll answer that question about the nectar in a minute. ]
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Don't let that stop you from organizing a chill hang sesh, okay, be my guest. Emphasis on the chill. Except I want you to first answer my question before we start comparing notes.
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Right. I just want to run some tests on it, mostly. Figure out what it does and what it's actually made out of. See if I can figure out how it powers their stuff. Or, you know, raise the dead.
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[Brisk, but not without approval. Darlene gives it a beat, then shifts her weight with an impatient gesture.]
And? [In case the prompt isn't clear:] Where's it at now?
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[ I.E. stashed deep in her luggage and not likely to be spotted. She cocks her head with a little purse of her lips. Not that Darlene can spot that, but still. ]
I can show you, if you want. Just be careful with it.
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[For as glib as she's being, there's a hum of interest in Darlene impossible to miss. Her defenses don't quite keep in the positive stuff as well as she might like, and getting a look at some of this Nectar is pretty positive.]
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[ She cocks her head, brow furrowed behind her layers of veils. What a weird thing to ask. ]
More people getting an idea of how everything works can't be a bad thing.
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Totally agree.
[Satisfied, she sidesteps to make way. Gestures, toward the door.]
And there is no time like the present, babe.
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