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[hatch log] the sea seemingly a constant to the naked eye is one long goodbye
CHARACTERS: New Hosts & EVERYONE
WHERE: Station 72; Hyrypia - The Far Shore
WHEN: DAY :041 - DAY :042
SUMMARY: A hatch; an arrival; a homecoming. The Hosts part ways.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary. Need a warning added? PM this account please!
((OOC Notes: This log covers the hatch on Day :041 and the arrival and/or retreat of Hosts on Day :042. As a reminder, please chime in on the OOC HEADCOUNT going on to indicate whether your character is staying on Hyrypia or on the Station. Please see THIS POST for breakdown on how recent drops are being handled.
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 Far Shore
WHEN: DAY :041 - DAY :042
SUMMARY: A hatch; an arrival; a homecoming. The Hosts part ways.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary. Need a warning added? PM this account please!
STATION 72
DAY :041
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.DECISIONS, DECISIONS
BARELY AFTER YOU STEP OUT OF YOUR POD someone pokes their head around the corner and says, “Oh good, you’re awake. D’you have any idea how boring it is to watch people sleeping in tubes? Mind-numbing.”
This...person looks more or less like a normal human, as far as you can tell, and they’re gesturing for you to follow. “I’m Ty, nice to meet you, I’ll be your conductor this--” they pause, squint, count on their fingers, then give up trying to figure out what time it actually is. “--Mevening? Aftermorn? Whatever. I wasn’t supposed to be on orientation duty more than once but here I am, fresh with instructions to answer questions better.”
Ty’s dark eyes appraise you as if judging your outfit, then xe raises xyr eyebrow. “First up, the bathroom’s over there. Second, don’t mind the noise in your head. You get used to it. Third, are you going on the field trip or not?”THE STATION
WITH A LITTLE UNDER 24 HOURS before the ship makes its way to Hyrypia, now might be a good opportunity to familiarize yourself with Station 72-- either before you leave it or in preparation of finding yourself sharing it with a gaggle of strangers. Better claim your bed early.
The savviest eyes will note that a number of rooms in the Living Quarters show clear signs of having been inhabited at some point; however, there's a fine patina of stillness or stasis in those places. If this place was one where dust might gather, there might be a layer of it here. Exactly how long has it been since this last group of Hosts left for their Mission again?
Come the simulated morning, a strange slate colored craft resembling folded origami more than a ship waits in the Hangar. A small, bird-like woman attends to it and when the time is right she climbs into the cockpit, cheerfully inviting anyone who wants to go to the planet to ride along with her. Then it too leaves the Station and for a time the quiet left in its wake is very dense indeed.
HYRYPIA - THE FAR SHORE
DAY :042A SHIP TO SHORE
THE SUN IS HIGH IN THE SKY before the first calls of the sailors can be heard heralding the shore in the distance. It isn’t long after that they get close enough that the passengers - the remaining members of the Envoy and their Hyrypian hosts (a thinning herd, it seems) - are encouraged to begin preparing themselves to disembark. It’s a messy process. Unlike the docks they boarded on, this place has no permanent mooring. Instead temporary docks are brought out from the ship itself, anchored in place by small vessels that swarm around it in the water as small fish around a shark. By the time the maneuver is complete and the passengers are packed, the afternoon is threatening to turn into evening. Still, there's enough light to see by as they are led down the ramps and the docks and out onto the loose, grey stones that make up the shore.
Where the Red Coast had been tall cliffs and sand, the Far Shore is formed of pebbles and small stones dotted with driftwood. It’s grey and bleak, a single path heading up the nearby low hills, covered in short greyish yellow scrub and lichen. This place is draped with an overcast sky, the clouds churning and wind gusting, the air cool and dry. In the distance a chain of mountains scrapes the sky, but there’s a quite a bit of distance between here and there. For now, the immediate task at hand is getting the caravan rolling along the rocky, pitted path through the lonely, hushed landscape. Wind hums through the hills, a mournful crying sound.SHIFTING ODDS
WHEN CAMP IS FINALLY MADE each Envoy is encouraged to quickly pitch their tents and then summarily herded into them. The Morran apparently want to avoid any more murders in the dark. In what is almost certainly a rarity, this means the Hosts all find themselves sharing each other's company around a single brazier in their largest tents - raw meats, vegetables, a hearty broth and a large copper bowl have been provided by the Morran, but it's up to each envoy to prepare and cook their own meals tonight.
Maybe it's a dour evening - after all bonds will be broken once the ship arrives and some of your number make their way back to the Station; however, it certainly takes a turn for the positively grim when a large number of Hosts suddenly fall comatose at the exact moment Cathaway's ship pierces into the universe.TWO ROADS DIVERGED
RENDEZVOUSING IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT has suddenly became more complicated. What was once an easy hike out of camp to meet with Cathaway's stealth ship now suddenly requires the movement of quite a few comatose Hosts (Rhan, for one, seems exceptionally distressed over the complication).
The comatose Hosts will have to be secreted away from camp to connect with the ship from the Station hidden in hills. Once there, it's time to make introductions, to say your goodbyes, and to wish others all the best. It may be some time before you see one another again.
((OOC Notes: This log covers the hatch on Day :041 and the arrival and/or retreat of Hosts on Day :042. As a reminder, please chime in on the OOC HEADCOUNT going on to indicate whether your character is staying on Hyrypia or on the Station. Please see THIS POST for breakdown on how recent drops are being handled.
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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[ Seems it doesn't matter how cooperative Ty deigns to be; every road leads to threat of violence. Ty crosses xyr arms and leans against the pod nearest xem, seemingly still unperturbed, though still waters can be deceiving.
Of course xe won't let Klaus do that. Have a little faith. ]
Eh, wouldn't be the first time I've been wrong. Go on, then.
[ Xe inspects xyr nails for a moment, quite casually. ]
But--I assume you do know what a symbiote is...right?
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still waters can be deceiving, but people are easy to read, if you know what to look for and find which buttons to press.
obviously he's being deflected from his intended course so obviously he's hit some nerve. why else would ty conveniently place xyrself between him and his target? )
What I want is an explanation and then I want a way out of here, even if I have to go through all of you, the Nest, and the Enemy to do it.
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It was not his habit to search for those things, but when they were broadcast loud they were unavoidable, and in certain cases there was a benefit in that. New hosts were often the most volatile, and Ty- was not practiced. Prince is listening, perhaps, closer than he might usually. Useful, when he could not rely on the thin strand of the connection that stretched between him and xyr to be particularly forthcoming. An understandable thing that seemed less so with a twisting edge of anger and the sour taste of something like intent lingering behind it.
The station was a labyrinth. It twisted and turned, a certain organic elegance in the layout of its corridors and rooms. It was easy to get lost, unless you knew your way. Prince knew his way very well. It takes little time at all to get from where he was to where he is now, nearly silent footsteps as he comes up the corridor and onto the Nesting Deck, coming to a stop just inside the entrance, broad arms crossing over an equally broad chest.
He doesn't say anything yet, but he does raise his eyebrow at Ty, expression flat and mind very, very quiet.]
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I mean I could give you one of those things, but if you're planning on going through anybody... [ Xe points past Klaus to where Prince is standing. ] I think he's first in line.
[ Directing xyr attention to Prince, Ty gives a small nod and a two-fingered salute. ] Hey Princey. We got a live one, here. You could probably tell.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯ this seems about right
klaus turns enough to keep ty in his peripheral, his brows raised as xe fills in some blanks and klaus takes this newcomer's measure. he supposes this assumed royalty seems a bit more impressive. amusement bubbles in him at the title, in large part because he has always preferred being king himself. ) Ah. A prince.
( he's flattered. ) Perhaps of a more useful stock? ( he gestures a meaningful hand ty's way. )
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[Terse, but the look he was pointing at xem turns instead to the new host.]
It is not a title. [anymore. His voice is low and even and measured.]
My name is Prince. I'm one of the guardians of this place. I would ask you redirect your- [a pause, a careful consideration] frustrations from Ty. I know xe can be somewhat vexing, but the job xe has been asked to do is thankless.
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klaus folds his hands behind his back like any gentleman having polite conversation would, turning his back on ty to fully face prince. what might seem like a dismissal is not; he is still fully aware of who is behind him. ) Well I can't imagine spinning abduction and violation ever is. I'd like to hear your take on it.
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I have no take to give you. Only the truth of the thing, whether or not you chose to accept it.
[A conversation that does not need to happen from half a room away- and certainly not with the young host standing closer to Ty- rumpled more than usual- than to Prince. So he takes a few steps, narrows the distance to something more comfortable before he continues.]
You were hunted by something that wanted you dead. This you must already know, because you are here. This same thing hunted us all, in one form or another, threatening to tear its way through anyone or anything that would stand in the way of it's goal. You are still alive because you were brought here instead. [Such a cold comfort.]
But while the Enemy did not take your life, it has taken everything else from you. You cannot go back where you came from while it still searches for you. If you do, it will hunt you again, and it will succeed where it once failed. You will die. And you would not be here if you wanted to die.
[That could change. It was always a risk, but a chance was better than none at all. And a choice-]
That is the truth of the thing.
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he is angry, because whatever truth this is, he is not foolish enough to believe it is the entire truth, if the truth at all. he is afraid, because regardless something is after him, here or far or both, and its presence does not only threaten him, but his family.
when klaus speaks, his voice is level and calm. ) And how do I know you did not send the Enemy in the first place? ( he understands. he assumes more likely there is no way, for it would round out this coercive checkmate.
it's what he would do, after all. )
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Doesn't make sense to sic a monster on yourself as some kind of a power play.
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But know this. We will only ask one thing of you- a request that is as much for you as for the Nest as a whole. That, if given the chance to strike out against the Enemy, you consider taking it. That's it. Rescuing you, protecting you, teaching you, these are things we will do because you are one of us now. We gain nothing personally.
[He does not think too often on the cost.]
And you will find lying somewhat more difficult when you are attempting to keep the truth from others who share some part your mind.
[A somewhat questionable statement from one with such very quiet thoughts.]
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klaus' brow raises with passing, wry amusement at the shade cast, because it's hardly the first time someone has accused him of paranoia. it's also not the first time he's been right to be so.
but his stomach turns moments later. all the proclamations mean little to him; they are familiar manipulation he understands well: a favor was done, and now a favor is owed, one at a steeper cost than was ever agreed to pay. no, the unease that descends on him is because he realizes the obvious with prince's words, what has been thrumming in him from the moment he awoke: he is not alone. these voices; these feelings; his own comfort in them. his terror and vulnerability. (he remembers a time when all he had for company was the emptiness in his head, the hallucinations that kept him company. is this real?) the hum of them seems overwhelming for a moment in his helpless panic.
his lashes flutter. his exhale is heavy. it takes him but a moment to find a center, to find himself, and then with decision he takes unhurried steps forward to meet prince toe-to-toe. ) Well then. If you don't mind, I'd like a peek.
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I do mind.
[He does not sound particularly apologetic about it, either.]
The connection is not without it's cost. The symbiote will grant you many abilities. It will make you more than you were before. Using those abilities will strengthen the connection between you and it, and in turn between you and the Nest as a whole. In time the barrier between your mind and the minds of others will crumble. You will lose yourself and your individuality. Whatever balance you chose to strike with that is your own choice, but it isn't to be made thoughtlessly.
[It's a lecture. Oft practiced. Perhaps less strict now than it had been before, but he still had his principles.]
If you want to explore that connection, I suggest you find Cathaway. She will not deny you.
now you see xem...
In this moment, the question is: is it worth it just to mess with him?
Regardless of the options weighed, Ty's conclusion is a resounding yes, and xe gives Prince a glance before vanishing on the spot. ]
here we go
the hairs on the back of his neck stand on edge when ty disappears; the prickling of a possible fight to come runs over his shoulders. why else would xe have disappeared? his head snaps forward; his eyes lock on prince's.
he doesn't need any connection to a nest to steal into someone's mind. he can pull memories from someone just as easily.
klaus strikes out, his hands reaching to clasp the sides of prince's head to take what he pleases. )
*LONG-SUFFERING DAD SIGH*
Perhaps less predictable to Prince in that moment than Klaus's own actions- violence he has been prepared for since he had first sensed the anger of his mind. He knew what he was before he'd awoken. Some hosts required special consideration, even if his mind didn't telegraph his intent.
So he is not surprised by the attempted strike- nor is he helpless to it. The half-step he takes back is quick not just for his size, but for what he had appeared to be. Human. He's not quite that though. He wasn't quite that even before the Nest. A difference to the blood.
He swings in turn, the palm of his hand striking towards the back of Klaus's wrists, a careful attempt at re-direction. He would prefer not to put him down so soon.]
*pretends to not be hiding behind dad*
Can ya blame me? He already grabbed me once. [ Hands in pockets, xe steps back, giving Prince room to move without bumping into xem--which he almost did upon backing up, anyway. For a place as big as the Station they sure are packed in tight right now. ]
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quite frankly, he's entertaining the notion to take a stab at grabbing ty again. for leverage. )
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He lets Klaus hit him. He doesn't even bring his guard back up, but there's nothing surprised about him- nothing fearful. Instead he does quite opposite. He drops the careful barrier between his mind and the vampire's.
Pain was a valuable lesson. The hit certainly hurts.
It's sharp and sudden and bruising to the ribs, that instant flash of it and then the seemingly endless aching that follows bringing it's own agony. He stumbles back from it- a wave of breathlessness as his lungs empty, and Klaus would likely stumble back from it as well. The pain is his after all, and unlike Prince he had not known it was coming. It blossoms immediately and unavoidably, intimately woven into him. The feeling of his own hand striking him, what it is to be hit by a creature of unnatural strength, what it is to know the pain he has given to many, and beyond that another heart- his heart beating- twice, one layered over the other, blood pumping hot. An unfamiliar feeling in his bones, the way the cool air of the station settles against his skin. Prince breaths and that is shared too, and the pain that it causes and the life that it stems from-
It cuts off even as Prince straightens his back, shaking off the feeling. It would be gone soon, anyway, and he was accustomed to hurt.]
long suffering but still affectionate mun sigh
klaus stumbles back, gasping, reaching to clutch at his chest that doesn't seem to heal.
for his power to be used against him, however: the truth and fullness of what he is, not just a vampire but a werewolf by adulterous conception, his hybrid identity that was stripped from him for centuries — that power he has bled and fought for, killed for and taken —
that sears in him. it boils in him, the theft of it, having it wielded and manipulated. what is his. the pain endures and then it stops; klaus sucks in a breath and lifts his eyes to prince as the agonized tension in his body uncoils. that teaches him a few lessons: it's not impossible to find a way into prince's mind. this fight is something more of a vulnerability than he could have expected. the former is useful, if risky. the latter is just another thing he'll have to consider as he lops off prince's head.
his pupils glow molten gold; his scleras, black. thin veins, dark on his pale skin, branch up from his cheeks into his eyes, and a soft rumble of a wolf's growl sounds from the back of his throat. he lunges forward in a blur of motion for more.
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DAD SIGH
But he's not that annoyed- yet. Instead he steps, just enough to catch the glance of the blow alone, and presses his palm against whatever bit of Klaus's skin becomes accessible first.
That simple touch is enough. The Nest had it's ways- in this case, the way is simple. Klaus is conscious, upright, and enraged, and then he's none of those things. Unconsciousness comes to him like a switch flipped. A key turned in a lock. The thing twining between the creases and folds of Klaus's mind is a creature of necessity. Although Klaus may not be aware of it, Prince is even generous enough not to let his head hit the floor.
Time passes.
When Klaus wakes again, it will be in the same place he woke last time- without the tube in his neck. Outside, on a bench made of off-white, smooth material, not there before, sits Prince, working on a small handheld pad, apparently unruffled.]
such a patient dad
he is alone. he can sense as much, outside of the comatose bodies surrounding him. he is alone and he remembers. rage, and then nothing. intent, and then oblivion. he recalls the warmth and fleeting touch of prince's hand on his neck —
where there was simmering anger before, now there is quiet. klaus prostrates where he is, and takes those precious moments to calculate: what this place is, what it wants, what it claims. what his enemy can do: strong, quick, unconcerned, and with just a thought and a touch.
formidable.
but not, he has to believe, impossible to overcome. no matter how appealing and comforting his quieter thoughts seem to whisper to him, poison dripping from each sentiment. to trust, to consider, to believe.
clearly, perhaps, it might be wise to wane his overzealous eagerness to slaughter that which can fell him with a touch. there are, after all, other routes.
klaus pulls himself to his feet. alone he may be, but he can hear — feel a familiar presence close. that even breathing, the tapping of fingers against glass. he follows the sounds outside of the chamber into a wide and tall white room with rounded edges.
he hovers for a moment, studying the man anew, before speaking. ) Quite the plethora of abilities you and your friends have here.
http://78.media.tumblr.com/9ee12796f118c52870cc64938e021887/tumblr_p0iimhk0jG1rpf3pso8_r1_400.gif
[ Disembodied footsteps precede the feeling of an arm quite casually draping over Klaus' shoulders, Ty appearing with a possibly imaginary pop! If not imaginary, it's definitely a sound effect supplied by Ty's mind.
Xe smiles crookedly, giving Klaus a little friendly jostle. ]
--He seems a little friendlier now, eh? By the way, love that thing you did with the eyes; very impressive. Where'd you learn how to do that?
asdf; perfect
klaus turns his head to peer xyr way. ) Well I can show you again, if you like. ( he gives xyr a very friendly set of dimples. ) I am feeling a bit peckish. ( is it possible to broadcast an image of fangs sinking into someone's neck? because he is.
all in good fun. )
xe's a cheeky one http://bit.ly/2p7Qlen
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