station72 | [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!

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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[ It's a fair point. Bellamy doesn't even really remember much in the way of introductions when he'd arrived. Is it better or worse to know that after a few days he'd have picked up at least a glancing familiarity with everyone whether he'd spoken to them or not? ]

( My name. ) [ Bakugo is rewarded with a flicker of irritation. ] ( Are you going to tell me yours? )

[ As he speaks, Bellamy stoops to pluck a rock from the ground. There's no way he's going to be able to skip it the way Bakugo has, but he weighs it in his palm anyway as he turns back fully to the newest member of the nest. ]

[ "My name", oh ha ha. This guy must be the nest's equivalent of a class clown, considering that's the most humor he's heard from ANY of them since he'd arrived. Everyone's so dour, or just plain sour, and even the flick of irritation from Bellamy won't take this from him -- it's easily the funniest response he's gotten. Which says something about his level of humor, yikes. ]

Bakugo, [ given reluctantly, as if he'd wanted to tell Bellamy to 'screw off', and refuse him his name. ]

If you're gonna' throw that, you're already holding it all wrong. [ RUDE!!!! ]

[ The name wedges in Bellamy's mind against the perception that had already been stirring there since the hatch. He hadn't been expecting the answer, and the prickly follow up is more in line with what he'd been prepared for. ]

( Then show me. )

[ He hold the stone out towards Bakugo in invitation. ]

[ What's offered to him is his to accept or deny, and with the grace of an alleycat prince, he seizes the stone and Bellamy's wrist. Half-dragging him across the shoreline to a better location, where the footing isn't as forgiving and the sea laps nearly half a foot from the toes of their boots. ]

Like this.

[ The curve of the beach allows them the smallest measure of privacy, out in the open, and he fits one of his gloved hands up under his face-veils, clearly dragging it off with his teeth as he pulls one hand free. Lingering, close, in Bellamy's personal space as he curls his fingers and demonstrates positioning. The way his wrist bends and snaps when he pantomimes releasing it. ]

I could do it with my glove on, but that's because I've done it a million times. I'll keep watch, if you wanna' give it a shot.

[ What an arrogant cuss. ]

[ Bakugo's lesson is lost in the instant spike of apprehension that flares the minute his glove slips off. Bellamy grabs his bare hand, covering it over with his own. ]

Don't do that.

[ His voice is sharp. He looks quickly around the beach, checking that none of the villagers or other envoys straying into view. ]

( You'll expose us. )

[ And the consequences of that were catastrophic. Bellamy's entire mind flinches away from the possibility. It'd be a death sentence for the entire planet. Even though Bellamy knows it's never been completely off the table, he doesn't think he could live with himself if he'd let it happen over rock-skipping in this village. ]

You're like, the hundredth person who's said that to me. I get it.

[ Bellamy means well, to protect the mission and the planet, by grabbing his hand, but Bakugo wrenches his wrist free. Ripping it from his grasp as he shakes out the length of his sleeve to hide his bare skin until he's slowly ( stubbornly slow -- ) pulled his glove back on. ]

I've got eyes under here, you know.

Do you?

[ The raised eyebrows are implied; the alarm hasn't receded from his mind. ]

Did they tell you why?

[ Though the minute Bellamy asks, he reconsiders speaking about it aloud. ]

( Answer me this way. Not aloud. )

Don't patronize me.

[ Bellamy urges him to consider the consequences, the same one's he's been told of -- again and again, by various older hosts. All of whom make it sound like they're scolding him, treating him like an idiot child. He's not cautious, but he's not a complete idiot.

Neither does he kowtow to Bellamy's demand, instead leaning in to hiss at him -- close to where he thinks his ear ought to be, if he's human-shaped. ]

It's not my fault none of you raised a voice and said there were too many people on this stupid stealth mission.

[ The hiss is better than the yelling Bellamy had anticipated. And Bakugo isn't really driving at something the rest of them hadn't considered. Sending down new Hosts had struck Bellamy as foolish, and Murphy had said as much. He sighs. ]

We weren't given the option.

[ Though the switch they'd made the fist time had at least been beneficial. They'd needed to shuttle the comatose hosts to safety, but this time— ]

But now we need to get through it. And we don't want anything to happen to you while we're down here.

[ Bellamy's voice is hushed, but very sincere. ]

Next time, when we get out of this? We ensure that's an option. There's no excuse to rush off just 'cause someone says so.

[ The anger abates, just a little. Because Bellamy's not disagreeing with him, just offering one more reason he's going to be on his toes about this whole mess of a "nest". The connection between them -- he doesn't want them being lead by the nose into danger, if they can control and compose their teams. ]

Me? Happen to me? [ A laugh; short and sharp. ] That's cute. I'll be fine.

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