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- *hatch log,
- annie westwind [original],
- bellamy blake [the 100],
- darlene alderson [mr robot],
- elliot alderson [mr robot],
- helen magnus [sanctuary],
- ilde vilmaine [original],
- joshua bright [legend of heroes],
- juno steel [the penumbra podcast],
- katsuki bakugo [my hero academia],
- rogue [x-men films],
- 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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What it's going to do for me here is a metric shit-ton. If I can get the right access without drinking down some of the Nectar myself. In case you haven't heard, they use this for everything. Including travel.
So, if we can't figure out who the fuck "The Enemy"-- [with one-handed scare quotes and everything] --are before it's too late, we can maybe lock down their travel privileges.
[Which is all so very altruistic and team player. Maybe she's an asshole with a heart of gold after all--except, under Darlene's surface, there are more sinister motives lurking. None of it immediately obvious, nothing anyone could put a name to, save perhaps her broodmates, if they were digging. But the implication is there like a faint bruise.]
no subject
Say I could get you the right access.
[ Seth's mind is already skipping a step ahead. Convince Richie to help, whether with his eyeball or his fangs, then erase the evidence after. Maybe they wouldn't need a repeat performance if Darlene got her foot in the door, metaphorically speaking. ]
You think you could do more than fuck up their travel plans?
[ Like say, guarantee theirs. Or root out the enemy in the first place. Seth's initial small-time impulses are sidelined in favor of considering the big picture. ]
no subject
He has something moving under the surface, just like her. That means don't trust, but come on.]
I'd say I have a pretty good chance at fucking a lot up. With the right access.
[Prone to overplaying her hand, prone to jumping forward--well, Darlene does just that: jumps in. She looks like she's being cautious, and she is. But she's interested. One foot in the pool.]
What kind of access can you get me, and what kind of more are you looking for.
no subject
My brother and I can get you one of those nectar-sipping freaks.
[ There's complete confidence in Seth's voice. Nothing wavers into uncertainty. ]
They'll give you access, then you go in and fuck up everyone's travel plans. Or figure out what kind of shit they're keeping from us.
[ Even if this can't give them the Enemy, Seth's going to call it research. Valuable research. It'll be something better than what most of the people around here seem to have gathered so far. ]
no subject
She keeps that narrow stare fixed on him, like she can suss his shit out using the power of her eyes alone. Feeling out for motivations, for anything that smells bad. He has his reasons. They're there, indistinct, like trying to see into a grimy pane of smoked glass.
Everyone's got motivations. That doesn't mean jack.]
And how exactly do you and your brother get me a cooperative Second. You ask nice?
[Tellingly, she's questioning only that part of the plan. Not the part where she gets to fuck up itineraries or get secret intel.]
no subject
[ Because Seth isn't going to cop to Richie's mind tricks. The whole wyope deal isn't something Seth wants to get into, especially knowing the whole slew of bad feeling that comes along with it on his end. This girl's canny enough that she'd pick it up, and it'd likely send her packing. Seth's not going to jeopardize what feels like a solid opportunity or risk revealing the divide between him and Richie. ]
The real issue is gonna be smoothing it all over afterward and making sure no one remembers anything. The wonder drug they gave us only accounts for ten minutes.
[ And even stacked, that'd only give them twenty minutes. ]
You think you can get what you need that fast?
no subject
[Because asking very nice and an admittedly tricky smooth it all over do not jive, but it's not like Darlene's complaining. To the contrary: she grins.
Maybe she should dig a little harder. Maybe she should find some hole in his defense and worm in and find out what it is that she's getting in with. Right now, the promise of fucking something up is enough for her. Active, potentially destructive, netting her some intel.]
It's a date. You get me ten minutes and I'll get you something worth looking at, Tiger.
wrap this y/y
We'll be in touch.
[ Unchecked, Richie's face hits his mind. It barely occurs to Seth to try to stop it. Was it not common knowledge that where one Gecko went, the other wasn't far behind.
Rather than any other customary parting, Seth tips his head then turns to leave. He needs to get to work on Richie so he can actually deliver on all his big talk. Time to translate all this into a real plan. ]
yyyyy
[Darlene calls after him. Funny. She picked up on the blip of that image, a face whose familiarity she assumes comes from Seth's brain, not the response of her own brain ID'ing broodmate, that sweet harmonious note she's still mostly deaf to. Later, when she meets Richie, she'll get it. Still card she will play close to her chest, but she'll get it.
Right now, she's left mostly with the feeling of anticipation, her own, and the static of feedback she gets off of Seth, similar enough to work for her.]