Entry tags:
- *mission log,
- addison parker [original],
- ahsoka tano [star wars],
- anakin skywalker [star wars],
- angel [borderlands],
- aoba seragaki [dramatical murder],
- bellamy blake [the 100],
- bucky barnes [mcu],
- carata,
- cathaway,
- clint barton [mcu],
- hux [star wars],
- ilde vilmaine [original],
- lexa [the 100],
- nirad,
- petre dodrescu [original],
- rhys [borderlands],
- sam alexander [marvel 616],
- sam anders [battlestar galactica],
- sam wilson [mcu],
- steve rogers [mcu],
- the darkling [grisha trilogy]
[MISSION LOG] BRAVE NEW WORLD
CHARACTERS: All
WHERE: The Station + Concordia
WHEN: Day :000 - ???
SUMMARY: Leaving the Station; the arrival and first days on Concordia. Concordia pt.1.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary.

IT'S EARLY IN THE DAY and something feels strange. It’s not unlike when a new Host - not one of your brood, but close enough to feel the tug - comes awake on the Nesting Deck. But it’s just the initial tug. There’s no noise, no hum of confusion or volume. Today, it’s just there: a sensation of presence that a moment ago wasn’t. Soon after follows a prickling awareness of urgency. A small electric bolt through the mind. Cathaway doesn’t use words in the mind, but her meaning is nonetheless easily understood: come to her on the hangar; your presence is required.
On the hangar there is a sleek, low profile transport ship. Before it stand Cathaway and Prince and in their company is a stranger: a short woman with warm skin and dark hair, wearing unfamiliar colorful clothes and a quick, pleasant smile. You’ve never seen her before, but you know she’s a Host.
“This is them?” Her voice is light and sweet. Prince, occupied by a databank, glances up at her then nods once. There’s a tension in his shoulder and through his jaw - a distinct contrast to Cathaway and the stranger who lack both.
“Lovely.” Her tone is breezy and easy, delighted. “Hello, it is so nice to meet you all! My name is Carata. My partner and I have been away on duty for a few months, but it’s become clear that we need backup on our assignment. We are hoping you can help.” Carata motions to the mission equipment in neat kits at her feet. There is one for each young Host.
Prince folds his pad down into its smallest form. His expression is set and serious.
“You will be joining Carata and Nirad on the planet below to assist them with their mission. Your datapbank will provide you with information about the planet and the city where you will be stationed. This mission is covert and the planet itself has no contact with other planetary races, so you will need to do your utmost to blend in.”
Cathaway sharpens slowly beside them: a dull pencil being sharpened to a point as her attention curves back to this place, this instance. She unfolds her hands. “You’ll be provided with an earpiece that should allow you to interface with the local technology and a fake identity for your cover on world. Please mind both carefully and be sure to keep your databanks offline. It would be inconvenient if they were networked while on planet.” From the way she says it, it sounds like ‘inconvenient’ might be an understatement. “This mission shouldn’t be inherently life threatening. Your primary goal is to investigate the anti-android movement. Carata and Nirad will be able to tell you what your databanks do not.”
“You should listen to them,” Prince adds. “Rely on their experience and knowledge to help you succeed in your task. Be mindful, and treat them with the respect they have earned.”
At this Carata laughs. It’s a bright, joyful sound, her hands coming up to clasp in front of her chest, “Please, teacher, you are too serious. I am sure they will do very well. Come along then! Gather your things; we must leave as soon as possible. I do hate to leave Nirad alone for too long.”
Turning her back to the Hosts, Carata takes Cathaway’s hand for a moment Nothing is said, but there’s the distinct impression of something passing between them. They release their grip, then Carata turns to Prince. She places her hands on his shoulders and goes up to her toes to press a kiss to his cheek. He doesn’t return the gesture, but those with sharp eyes will note he does lean down slightly to make her job easier.
Gather your gear, get anything from your rooms you might not want to leave behind. In two hours, everyone attending the mission will be buckled or strapped into the transport as Carata readies the ship for takeoff. She explains, neatly and concisely, what they believe the enemy to be doing in Concordia. Then, with a turning of the deck, the ship is freed from the embrace of Station 72.
It will be a long time before you see this place again.

((OOC Notes: This is the catchall log for the first stages of the Concordia mission. You'll notice there's no set ending date, so use this log however you like - alternatively, feel free to start your own logs in the setting! Don't worry; we'll be keeping a close eye on things, so if something big starts to happen that necessitates a new long, we'll make sure to keep our bases covered and all of y'all updated. Just be aware that dating forward farther than :010 may get a little dicey.
If you have any mission specific questions, direct them to the OOC post here.))
WHERE: The Station + Concordia
WHEN: Day :000 - ???
SUMMARY: Leaving the Station; the arrival and first days on Concordia. Concordia pt.1.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary.



IT'S EARLY IN THE DAY and something feels strange. It’s not unlike when a new Host - not one of your brood, but close enough to feel the tug - comes awake on the Nesting Deck. But it’s just the initial tug. There’s no noise, no hum of confusion or volume. Today, it’s just there: a sensation of presence that a moment ago wasn’t. Soon after follows a prickling awareness of urgency. A small electric bolt through the mind. Cathaway doesn’t use words in the mind, but her meaning is nonetheless easily understood: come to her on the hangar; your presence is required.
On the hangar there is a sleek, low profile transport ship. Before it stand Cathaway and Prince and in their company is a stranger: a short woman with warm skin and dark hair, wearing unfamiliar colorful clothes and a quick, pleasant smile. You’ve never seen her before, but you know she’s a Host.
“This is them?” Her voice is light and sweet. Prince, occupied by a databank, glances up at her then nods once. There’s a tension in his shoulder and through his jaw - a distinct contrast to Cathaway and the stranger who lack both.
“Lovely.” Her tone is breezy and easy, delighted. “Hello, it is so nice to meet you all! My name is Carata. My partner and I have been away on duty for a few months, but it’s become clear that we need backup on our assignment. We are hoping you can help.” Carata motions to the mission equipment in neat kits at her feet. There is one for each young Host.
Prince folds his pad down into its smallest form. His expression is set and serious.
“You will be joining Carata and Nirad on the planet below to assist them with their mission. Your datapbank will provide you with information about the planet and the city where you will be stationed. This mission is covert and the planet itself has no contact with other planetary races, so you will need to do your utmost to blend in.”
Cathaway sharpens slowly beside them: a dull pencil being sharpened to a point as her attention curves back to this place, this instance. She unfolds her hands. “You’ll be provided with an earpiece that should allow you to interface with the local technology and a fake identity for your cover on world. Please mind both carefully and be sure to keep your databanks offline. It would be inconvenient if they were networked while on planet.” From the way she says it, it sounds like ‘inconvenient’ might be an understatement. “This mission shouldn’t be inherently life threatening. Your primary goal is to investigate the anti-android movement. Carata and Nirad will be able to tell you what your databanks do not.”
“You should listen to them,” Prince adds. “Rely on their experience and knowledge to help you succeed in your task. Be mindful, and treat them with the respect they have earned.”
At this Carata laughs. It’s a bright, joyful sound, her hands coming up to clasp in front of her chest, “Please, teacher, you are too serious. I am sure they will do very well. Come along then! Gather your things; we must leave as soon as possible. I do hate to leave Nirad alone for too long.”
Turning her back to the Hosts, Carata takes Cathaway’s hand for a moment Nothing is said, but there’s the distinct impression of something passing between them. They release their grip, then Carata turns to Prince. She places her hands on his shoulders and goes up to her toes to press a kiss to his cheek. He doesn’t return the gesture, but those with sharp eyes will note he does lean down slightly to make her job easier.
Gather your gear, get anything from your rooms you might not want to leave behind. In two hours, everyone attending the mission will be buckled or strapped into the transport as Carata readies the ship for takeoff. She explains, neatly and concisely, what they believe the enemy to be doing in Concordia. Then, with a turning of the deck, the ship is freed from the embrace of Station 72.
It will be a long time before you see this place again.
I. THE WHEELS ON THE BUS
The flight to Concordia is surprisingly short. By the time Carata's finished her explanation, you've passed into a new universe. It comes with a strange wave of something akin to nausea. Outside the transport's starboard viewports lays Opia in all it's glory: a beautiful blue marble speckled with sixteen landmasses and swathed in thing clouds like spun sugar. From this distance, clusters of light burn from specific points on the continents like a map of grounded constellations. As one of the great megacities of Opia comes curling from around the edge of the planet, the transport ship begins to descend.
Atmospheric entry is smooth. The transport drops at the outskirts of Concordia on what is, hilariously, some kind of large parking garage. It has engaged the most sophisticated of its cloaking technology to do this and Carata urged everyone to disembark quickly so the ship can return to orbiting the planet before it's detected.
"It will be back," she says flippantly. "When we've finished our job."
The ship departs. It's quiet and still for a handful of minutes; Carata seems unconcerned and gives little in the way of direction or instruction. The city flashes around them - bright lights and neon masking the fading of natural light - and nearby, a roadway hums. Eventually the sound of a car pitches louder. A set of headlamps shear from the long line of cars and in moments a long, squarish transport van pulls up and parks at the top of the garage. The side door slides open to admit everyone. In the driver's seat is an android - shining metal and cheerful as it greets every host by name. Beside the android in the van's passenger seat sits a tall, dark skinned man who - much like Carata - is obviously a host.
Welcome to Concordia.
II. HOME SWEET HOME
It's a long drive into the city. The buildings get taller, the lights get brighter, the streets get busier. There are throngs of people on the street, dogged by endless rows of neon bright advertisements. Traffic is either miserable or flowing depending on the neighborhood and trams run on tracks fifty feet or more above the roadways. Streams of people files from the pavement to the subways, countless numbers of escalators leading down.
When the bus finally stops, it's in front of a building as tall as any others. The signs here mark this section of the city as BETA BLOCK and when you get out and into the building lobby you find that the door opens for you automatically. A chime rings through the interfacing ear piece and when you enter the elevators, the only floor accessible to you is NUMBER EIGHTEEN. When you disembark, a kind voice welcomes you by home in your ear. There are a large number of rooms here in Bearing - stake your claim, everyone! Nirad and Carata already have a couple of rooms in the Southwest corner of the building, but the rest are open. Time to settle in!
III. FEET ON THE GROUND
You're given the rest of the night to sleep (or...whatever), but by 9AM the next morning everyone is awoken by Carata's voice in their head. She's clearly not shy of using her symbiotic connection.
( Good morning! I know this is quite a lot to get used to. I believe this is your first true assignment? But I have always believed that the best way to learn something new is to jump right in. ) The words are accompanied by the sensation of someone clapping their hands together, a cheerful kind of practicality. ( You’ve been given a credit card. I encourage you to go out today and learn what you can about this place. Talk to people. Listen to the news. Be sure to remember your cover identity, and don’t hesitate to call if you find yourself in trouble. )
There is nothing pressing to the suggestion, just the sensation- light. Airy. Fun. She switches track after a moment, a thoughtful addition: ( There is also a rally in town today. It’s being run by The True Children of Opia, some minor little hate group-- ) She seems to wave off the unsavory aspects as she forges ahead, ( They aren’t affiliated with Humans + Humans 1st, but they do have very similar ideologies and it is quite probable that there is overlap in their membership. If you would rather, it is also quite likely that there will be protestors there as well, both members of Mind Life and those who are adamant about pursuing digital resurrection. Please do be careful, though, sometimes those rallies can be a little... ) An image of an oily substance catching flame, quickly and hotly.
( Whatever you chose, simply do your best to get your bearings. ) She seems to realize the unintended joke there, given the name of their current residence, and a bright happy flash of color accompanies it. What a delightful surprise. ( Prepare yourself for what is to come. Nirad and I will continue our investigation in the meantime. )



((OOC Notes: This is the catchall log for the first stages of the Concordia mission. You'll notice there's no set ending date, so use this log however you like - alternatively, feel free to start your own logs in the setting! Don't worry; we'll be keeping a close eye on things, so if something big starts to happen that necessitates a new long, we'll make sure to keep our bases covered and all of y'all updated. Just be aware that dating forward farther than :010 may get a little dicey.
If you have any mission specific questions, direct them to the OOC post here.))
NPC | Nirad (ota + threadjacking etc)
II. GET YOUR BEARINGS
ii
(Of course, she doesn't know what chess is, which is a shame.)
She exits her quarters with swift movements, carrying herself to where he sits. Where she had once been imperious, now she looks simply ... confused. The hologram has a lot to do with it. "Do you intend to keep us alert? Is there some purpose to it?" she asks, though when she looks at him, she feels as if she already has her answer.
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I. - late flight ok?
Unable to take it, he pulls out the bottle Cathaway supplied him with. The pills rattle lightly, and he opens it so one clear gel tablet rests in his hand. Before he would've swallowed down three or four at once without a second thought. Now he hesitates, straight-faced. ]
Can you stop that?
[ The humming. In the time he spent staring, he's recognized it's real source- the man who met him at the garage. Nirad. Aoba isn't sure what to think of him. So far names are all they've exchanged. If he could just quit that buzzing, maybe Aoba could wait out this headache. Save a pill. Prevent a repeat of the last mission. ]
so very okay!
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ii. nirad, the coat full of bees
He's taken mostly to watching from the windows in his room, but has been moving in and out of the common areas to look there as well. The array is hard to pull his eyes from as he tilts his head, watching the steady stream of traffic eighteen floors below them. Arguably, it's a bit late to still be up, but he hasn't felt the need to rest, a sort of nervous energy scratching under his skin. A glance to his left tells him he isn't the only one. The buzzing too, indicative of Nirad's presence.
Well, if he ever wanted to speak to someone unimpeded, here was a chance. Crossing the short distance, he takes a seat across from Nirad, watching the puzzle intently. ]
How does it work?
wow dont blow his cover
too late
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you ever go to a party and someone's wearing the same thing as you
Where's your companion?
[Light filters in from outside, a vibrant mix of blue and green that highlights the underside of his jaw beneath the hooded coat Ren keeps drawn up high.]
awkward
#Ren
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ii
The mission is - allow the people to reach singularity.
that means the corporations are a problem, and the H+H1 people are a problem. But suppressing a group does nothing but lend it strength, and give it purpose. The better option is: change their minds. Definitely the harder option. Maybe the impossible option. But the fact of it is, if artificial life comes into fruition here, and is met with the kind of violent rejection and enslavement the current human population is accepting as the norm, they won't get to a point of true synthesis - the two combining. It'll be the two wiping each other out.
And you really don't know how to feel for another person until you'd seen them, until you've experienced them, until you've been them, maybe. Like Helo and Athena. Gaius and Caprica. This... Sheena person, and 'Pal'. Maybe he can start there. He's still scrolling through the information on his databank as he wanders up to Nirad in the common room, not having raised his head yet. ]
Hey, do we have anything more on this girl Sheena Frey? And the organization, Mind Life? [ finally glancing up, he sees Nirad involved in his game, and gets a bit sheepish. ] Oh, sorry. I'll wait.
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Sam Anders | OTA
II. HOME SWEET HOME
III. FEET ON THE GROUND
IV. WILDCARD
ii getting bearings
This world is so much less alien than Avera, and yet - ]
Sure. [ He's seated on the bed, hand reaching out into nothing and concentrating hard on the emptiness in front of him. The space of the digital world. It's intuitive, but he can't help feeling like the device wrapped around his ear is too tight, or too loose.
(or that it might crawl into his ear canal and take root)
His gaze refocuses on Sam and his little friend, frowning at the latter before glancing up again. ] Where's your ID say you're from?
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i.
It's not a shock when their driver turns out to be an android– but perhaps that's because he's so used to droids on the whole. The fact that the droid knows his name is even less shocking, all things considered. Though, it doesn't seem like everyone feels the same way. ]
Not what you expected? [ Their "caretakers" know so much more; names are just a drop in the bucket at this point. ]
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No help with her eyes though, still glowing when she looks at him briefly. Sharp snap as she stares before her gaze darts back. Utterly absorbed since she first arrived. It's different, it's so wonderfully different, something new to learn she's happy to throw herself at when she has the chance to. ]
Already in. But... it's slower going than Avera for me. Systems are... too different. They've already flagged me when I pushed too hard. I have to be careful. [ Nothing that's stopping her, granted, just making it more work. ] How about you?
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C) POST-RALLY, BACK AT BEARINGS;
Well. One. He's not there anymore. ]
So what. Civilizations aren't supposed to last forever anyway.
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III. B.
Sort of. No, yeah, it's... offensive.
[ It took a while for him to listen, process, and relate to what's being preached. At Sam's question it finally clicks in his head. Or... is that just Sam's frustration bleeding into his own? It's difficult to tell, but either way Aoba has to make an effort to keep his face neutral in the crowd. ]
Androids are called allmates where I'm from. They're a lot more advanced here, but... if someone said these things about allmates, there'd be a lot of outrage.
[ He's getting angry just thinking about these things being said about Ren, and this anger he's able to identify as his own. His allmate, not worthy of love and respect just for being an allmate? He'd want to punch anyone who said that, and Ren's only a pet model. Bringing human models and human rights into the argument trickier, but it's clear H+H1 is going about it all wrong. ]
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( iii | a )
all he needs is pants and a shirt. maybe a long coat. robes are a little conspicuous in this city. the gloves are the only frivolous purchase he allowed himself, and quickly replaced the short cotton one he wore over his prosthetic hand with one of rich, black leather stretching almost to his elbow. the long sleeve hides the rest of the metal. ]
I have what I need.
[ aka: two near-identical changes of clothes in the darkest colors he could find. somewhere on coruscant his wife stares into the sun. ]
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CLOSED TO NPCCHANS
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lexa | ota
[A single thought resonates in her mind from the moment they leave, only straying from the forefront when the nausea hits, and it returns again once she feels steadier: And treat them with the respect they have earned. The statement is at once presumptuous and demanding, and it echoes again and again, making her feel uneasy. The revelation that there are Hosts outside of the Nest is a new one, and one that makes it almost impossible for her to keep her gaze off Carata for the first part of their journey, and then both of them for the second part. Her discomfort radiates off of her.
That is, until she begins to play catch up. There is much that she doesn't know, and after her time on Avera-9, she at least has a firmer grasp on how to utilize the datapad for her own purposes. Her lips purse, uncertain about how to truly take this mission, and she glances toward one of the other hosts to ask,] What do you think about us being here?
II
[Perhaps the most unexpected part of being here isn't the technology (that is still in the process of flying over her head) but how it makes her think of home. Very little of this planet is like her home, but the tall buildings make up for it. The moment she sees one, and then another, and then another, she finds herself swept away by the sentiment of it. Polis had been her home from the point she had become a novitiate until she had become Commander.
It is still her home, though some part of her will always ache to be among the trees of her people.
Her steps are just as much with purpose as always, and she claims her room the same way. But she keeps the door open, actively making a point to invite people inside as she looks out the window. The cityscape is nothing like the world outside of Polis, but she can still imagine the life down below.
She won't turn if someone comes to join her, but there's a sense that she's more relaxed than she has been since she's come to the Station.]
Did you think there were other Hosts out there? Doing work like this? [It's a thought, one that isn't anywhere near the peaceful ones lurking in her mind. But if someone's present, she might as well make the conversation useful.]
III
a: tech tours
[Philosophy is not enough to offer Lexa the bearings she certainly needs in this world. Between the Station and Avera-9, she learned a bit. Angel is helping a lot, but it's still not enough for her. Before long, she seeks out one of the ... businesses involved, hoping that one of the tours available will offer her what she needs. Wasting time isn't wise, after all. She shouldn't do that.
The problem with the I&D Tour is that she isn't allowed to take it. She's kicked out immediately. Hoping that it was a fluke, she tries another tech giant before long, and finds herself encountering the same problem. Unaware of the chip in her neck, she reaches out to the other Hosts, frustration evident in both the emotions she's sending through the link and her tone:]
( Has anyone else attempted one of the tours? )
[True to Lexa's habits, she doesn't indicate precisely what's bringing about this frustration. That would be revealing too much.]
b: rally
[It's only after visiting a bodymod parlor for more information (which she requires, because not only has she been kicked out of several businesses, she still knows very little) that she gains the information she needs. She first learns that there's something that qualifies as "Other" inside of her, and it's more along the lines of technology than the symbiote that she first wrote it off as. After denying further assistance with it, Lexa asks as many questions as she can about life here, trying to ignore her discomfort over what lies inside of her.
She's always known about the Spirit of the Commander inside of her, but she had never known of it as technology. As anything like what exists in this world. Either way, the Spirit had always guided and helped her people. Wasn't that good? It had always helped her, providing her guidance in times of meditation of sleep. All of the previous Commanders waited to offer her assistance.
Because of this, she feels as if there's a demand to go to the rally, to see what those who oppose something like ... the Spirit ... would say. It's weird to categorize it that way, and she's hesitant and stiff when she reaches the rally, remaining on the outskirts.]
( People always make the mistake of seeing things in black and white. The world never is like that. ) [An odd thought, perhaps, coming from someone who's so technologically backward, but she sends it out toward the others just the same.] ( Be careful. ) [If they are there to help, if they are a part of a business themselves, then they might be identified as part of the problem.]
c: returning to the highest heights (at the bearings)
( I'd like to hear about everyone's findings. Join me up top. )
[Yes, "up top" means "the roof." Lexa knows that it's a major demand to ask of the others to just join her, and she only expects a portion of people to follow. Her initial findings are almost too much to handle alone, though she only intends to share them with a very small minority. A very, very small minority.
When someone joins her, she is sitting on the edge looking out, a little fearless when it comes to her life. She is not afraid of falling, and instead seems just as calm as she had been when she first arrived and looked out her claimed room's window. There is nothing child-like in how she sits, and if there's a long lull between people seeing her (or period), she will pull herself back up to sit cross-legged and meditate.
There is much to think on for the day, and part of that involves what lies inside of her.]
(( her alias is going to be Anya Phun, a woman in her mid-twenties who basically works security detail. That's her way of dealing with her cluelessness regarding technology should someone ask: she's not asked to know everything, and she can at least, even under the guise of someone else's face, act like a security person. ))
b. rally
Occupation... 3D artist
Background...
It's not a lot to memorize, but he's read it all over more than a few times before heading out to the rally with the others.
In place of handwritten signs are bright holograms projected into the air. The crowd is restless and loud. No one gives him a second glance as he strains to pick out individual conversation around him over the buzz, catching Lexa's mental warning instead. ]
( Once you decide people are acceptable collateral damage just to get what you want, it all starts looking pretty black and white to me. ) [ They have never had a conversation mind to mind like this, she wouldn't notice the slight change in his communication - less clipped than it used to be, more patterned to his speaking voice.
He remains standing where he is, sandwiched between two taller men barking back and forth between each other about media bias. ]
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omg her alias is anya, i'm not crying you're crying ALSO C
i clicked the generator like six times and was finally like "she won't use any of these" cheats
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NPC | Carata
[It is not long after they arrive at Bearings that there is a warm, spiced scent from the centralized kitchen, and it is an open enough space that it is easy to see her puttering around the centralized island, pressing some sort of dried fruit to her tongue. She is bare-foot and has changed into something even looser and more relaxed than before, sleeves pushed up as she chops what appear to be nuts into fine pieces, ready to add into the flat cake-like food that is baking in the oven. She appears entirely collected, a small smile on her face as she slides piles out of her way with the flat of her blade before beginning on the next small pile- chop, chop, chop- a steady regular rhythm.
She is not, precisely, busy, and when someone enters her space she will raise her eyes up to look at you, smile widening slightly.]
How are you finding it?
..___ B
[Somewhat later in the afternoon, long after the early hours when she had ushered the hosts out into the brave new world of Concordia, Carata can be found folded neatly over a bright white desk in the living area. Her fingers flick absently across the table, over a stream of information only she can see, and she tips her head, humming slightly in interest. After a moment, however, she tips her head up, as if she's heard something, and smiles, straightening her back and stretching her arms in front of her before standing smoothly.
When she turns and finds someone there the smile doesn't fade. Instead she takes a step forward, lacing her fingers together in front of her neatly.]
Would you like to come see something?
b
Uh - yeah, alright?
[ Sounds better when you don't add a question to the end. Too late. ]
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Angel | OTA
HOME BASE
WILDCARD
ii. sea of voices
[ Of course it's her. He knows the moment she brushes his mind. But it's been a while, and Aoba's head is clouded with a haze of pain. He's trying to be better about rationing the medication Cathaway gave him for this mission, from the beginning. And he's only just started today, brought planetside late since waking up.
He can tell she's close, feels like she's above him somewhere, but the headache is making it difficult to pinpoint her. He reaches out a tiny bit more, wincing with the effort. When his voice comes in, it's as calml and cheerful as ever, a forced effort he's used to. ]
Sure I can get you something, but could you send me an image of where you are? I'm having a little trouble...
[ He's not sure how much pain he's broadcasting through the noise. Hopefully not a lot. Hopefully she can't tell. ]
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home base i.
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o&a iii
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home base i. wtfwtfwtf
steve plz
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home base ii, because it's cute and i can, fight me
large dog looks after useless kitten
hfdkljsa that is exactly what this is lmfao
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( r&r kind of; I do what I want )
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iii. grey matter
rhys | ota
god what do i even choose.... || i. wheels on the bus
He's just gotten settled in his seat when a weight from the side leans in. Instinctively, he leans fractionally away, expression flinty at the sudden invasion of his space. What is with people? Why don't they have any manners anymore? ]
If you're attempting to be secretive, it's failing. [ Calling that immediately. He's no fun. ] It means when we're done. Likely best if you're prepared for the worst.
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petre dodrescu, ota
[ If the tension from burning Ilde's garden is supposed to linger in the air, Petre's ignoring it completely. There wasn't much left to do on-site when he first woke up in the Nest, but this - this is his first mission for it. It doesn't feel like the first time he and Diana worked for the Devil; it's so much more organized and there are actual orders and plans to be followed rather than just winging it. He knows he can't just run in and start biting people. Or stabbing them. Or shooting them. So that's different.
Feel free to tell him to stop thinking about maiming. And to stop biting his nails. ]
III.
[ While the mind link wakes them up, some might actually be able to hear Petre groaning like a child being rushed to go to school. ]
Ugh, really?
[ He has to drag himself, but eventually he manages to look put together. He tries to adjust the jacket over his shoulders and arms. It's kinda big for a kid with normal enough shoulders but scrawny arms, but passing by a reflection he realizes that he quite likes this kind of fashion. He should have tried it back home; he could certainly get away with it. Right? Tell him he's right.
Somewhere during the rally he gets handed a flyer about some arcade place that just has a lot of 'fight' in the text. He's interested, so he goes to tug on your jacket for your attention. ]
Hey, this looks cool. Let's go.
[ Mission what mission. ]
I
It offends her delicate Jedi sensibilities. Her nose wrinkles noticeably in distaste after a minute of enduring and she pauses from pulling her hood over her montrals to glance at the offender.]
Hey. What's your problem?
[Poise? Politeness? Maybe with people who aren't thinking murderous things right out of the gate.]
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Ahsoka Tano | ota
II
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Still, knowing that anything as abrupt as what Ahsoka just did would be met with suspicion from the other people there, Lexa forces her features to cool a bit, leaving her with only furrowed eyebrows and a tight mouth.]
I came to participate, [she says, voice sharp. There's the sense that this is a cover, a lie. Ahsoka hadn't thought before she acted before speaking sets Lexa on edge. They are meant to be undercover, and here, they have an opportunity of blowing it right off the bat.]
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I do what I want the redux
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for Carata
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THE H A T C H
((ooc: Top level as appropriate under this subthread! New players are welcome to play both on the Station and on Concordia, though Station prompts should be closed to other new hatchlings. Once on Concordia, it's a free for all. Feel free to approach NPCs on or off Station if you feel like it; we'll keep an eye out for where we're needed. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to contact us.))
Sam Wilson | for other new hatchlings / OTA
II | Arrival at Bearings
III | Exploring the City
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i. hey boo
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Bucky Barnes
:005 {ii bearings}
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clint barton | new hatchlings + ota
iii (civil war spoilers)
god bri stop leaving spoilers everywhere!!!!
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ii ayyy bbgurl aayyyyyy
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Kylo Ren | OTA
GDI CERBERUS THIS ISN'T MASS EFFECT
WILDCARD
[OOC: Ren's currently busying himself with scanning the local crowds as often as possible at key points (places that work closely with androids or upgrade manufacturing) but he's actively looking to either match information or get a little tactical insight from someone that isn't a blunt weapon/full-time murder machine like himself. When he isn't essentially on task, most of his time is devoted to caring for the comatose woman he currently keeps in his apartment from day 004 onwards
until Carata tells him to stop because holy shit that's weirdso feel free to ask about that one if you stop by and happen to see Jessica Jones AKA Snow White very respectfully laid out on his couch.Also if there's anything else you want to do, just hit me up at
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But there could be some information gained here, something he'd miss from up on high, so here he is. Listening and remembering and trying to soak in all he can. Ren's discomfort prickles across his awareness, slow enough that Clint isn't sure it isn't his own unease, his own headache. But there's something else there -- a rage, a disgust, it crackles at the edges hungrily, and Clint knows. ]
Hey. [ He pipes up, close enough to speak softly under the din, but staying carefully out of range. Not really saying anything about Ren, cus man Clint doesn't know him, but more out of habit. He's a paranoid old sod. ] You're projecting everywhere, dude.
[ Not that he's the best to speak, here. Just barely held together with gossamer threads and sheer stubborn will. ]
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"I do what I want" the thrilling conclusion to the bestselling trilogy
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wildcard let's say :006
let's do it
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wiiiildcard;
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Ilde Vilmaine | Such Options
III. FEET ON THE GROUND
IV. WILDCARDS
petre comes to wreck the day
Instead he pokes and prods at the people who carry around modifications, and ends up claiming he has some of his own. However he comes about that lie is a bit vague, but he's eager to show off once encouraged (dared). He's sitting on a wall, eyes black, teeth turned into fangs that seem more grotesque than practical, the small group around him uttering compliments like that's sick and such other noises.
Petre's one pleased little monster. Pity Nate couldn't be here, he should show off his stuff, too. Then they'd both gain a little trust from these guys and get a pass to the underground. ]
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drag strip I!
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Jessica (day 006)
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cemetery i
I was just gonna PM you to come do this prompt with me 8V
i'm psychic!!
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such psychic much goat
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THE H A T C H (2.0)
((ooc: Toplevel as appropriate under this subthread! New players are welcome to play both on the Station and in Concordia, though Station prompts should be closed to other new hosts and/or the three NPCs on the Station at the time of the hatch. Once on Concordia, it's a free for all! Feel free to approach an NPC if you feel like it; we'll keep an eye out for where we're needed. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to contact us.))
parker // bellatrix ( iota )
( TWO. ) LOOK THROUGH ME, EVERY CREVICE, IMPERFECTION.
( STEEB. ) KNOTS AND LASHINGS LIKE FLESH AND BONE.
( FOUR. ) LIKE A STRONGHOLD OF ANOTHER TIME I LET GO.
( X. ) WILDCARD
psychic faaaaair
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THE DARKLING.
bearings!!
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hey kid wanna see a dead body
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WILDCARD day 009 watching the game
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bellamy | gacrux | iota
iii, rally stuff!
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i, hi new sibling!!!
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wild...ca...rd??? can't be tamed
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ii. hi new bro
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CLOSED TO STUB & BORKY;
And yet, he can't simply leave it like that. The next morning, Sam heads out, following the pull of the Brood towards his little brother (and it is that notion - little brother - that Sam feels as he goes looking for him).
What he finds is... odd, to say the least. It's no surprise he's with Barnes (those memories of a face that lingers in his, though so distantly, had surfaced in Sam's mind, towards the end of his talk with Barnes), and even them hiding out from Bearings isn't totally shocking, considering how much of a strain it was on Bucky. But this little hole in the wall hovel?
Lifting up a hand, Sam presses at the door, though doesn't knock or try pushing it open. Just feels it, like that'll tell him what's on the other side. He can already feel them - Steve through the brood bond, and Bucky just because he bleeds so much of his consciousness at this point still. Instead, he reaches out with his mind. ]
( Steve? You in there? ) [ he knows he is, really. maybe it's more wanting to see if he's open to responding. ] ( Can I come in? )
borkorovnic
It takes a few moments, but he recognizes the not-quite-stranger and sighs before opening the door further.
The silence is maybe a touch oppressive as Bucky glares down Sam; despite their friendly interactions, Bucky is fresh off another nightmare of death and isn't about to take any chances.]
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Sam Alexander | ota
[ He spends the entire ride down to Concordia fidgeting in his seat, and the entire ride on the bullet train to get to the Bearings trying not to fidget, because now he's supposed to blend in and it's not like he's completely unfamiliar with how cloak and dagger stuff goes, even if it's not really his thing.
Sam's thing is being loud and obvious and moving too fast to keep up with, and his thoughts are definitely doing that even if he's trying to keep his chill on the surface.
It's hard not to think about his little sister crying for him in the middle of the night and telling him about her dreams. You were Nova and you left and didn't come back.
And he'd told her that wouldn't happen, and promised her he'd be back, and now...
Now here he is, standing in the doorway of an apartment complex in the middle of who even knew where, as good as dead to the life he came from. Kaelynn and his mother will never know what the hell just happened, or that he's still out there somewhere and okay (maybe). Just that he'd left for space and never come back, just like his father.
This is the last place he wants to be, despite the weird feeling that he should be here.
Here, staring at whoever happens to be in the common area when he arrives on the eighteenth floor.
Standing in the door saying nothing like an idiot. ]
Um.
[ Yeah, that's clearly exactly what he needs to say to dispel any notions about the idiot thing. ]
Hi.
:010, late afternoon, Platform Twelve
[ Concordia, Sam's decided, is pretty lacking in good places to be alone.
He's from a small town in a state with a low population density. He's not used to having to go far to catch his breath when he needs to be away from people. There's plenty of empty space in reach on the ground, and since becoming Nova, there's a vast expanse of literal space waiting for him right out of orbit.
Blasting off to think it over in vacuum is probably the opposite of blending in, tempting as it is.
Platform Twelve is busy, but it's the kind of crowd it's easy to get lost in, and it's full of minds that are a comfortable distance away, with none of the closeness that's throwing him off at the Bearings. It's about the best he's likely to get, for now.
He'll take it.
So he spends a few hours out there, aimlessly eyeing the displays and considering the irony that he's got a credit card and the freedom to use it for whatever he wants within reason, but the only thing he really wants is to use it to fix a lot of problems back home.
Although he's going to miss his skateboard.
Hey, this is futureland, won't they probably have hoverboards?
He's not paying a lot of attention to where he's going, doing as great a job of distracting himself as he is. So there's a good chance he'll stumble straight into whoever's close by. ]
Ow - crud, sorry, didn't see you -
wild card?
( If these don't work for you, I'm happy to work out something that does. Or just throw me something and I'll roll with the punches, whatever works. )
the Bearings
It's the same feeling he gets around Barnes and Parker - looks like the Bellatrix brood has another member.
There's a jumble of thoughts and emotions racing around the kid, regret and a lack of desire to be here among a ton of other things he can't keep up with, and yeah, he can emphasize with that.
He's just about to make a joke about taking it all in when the kid refocuses and seems to realize that he's just standing and staring. He grins in amusement, though there's an undercurrent of understanding that he doesn't bother trying to hold back. He's gotten decent at it with non-broodmates, but he already knows that there's a stronger sense of connection with others of the Bellatrix brood, and neither of the ones here already have been all that keen on letting him practice. ]
Hey. How long did you get on the station, huh? We got about a day before they dropped us in.
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