[open] REUNITED AND IT FEELS SO GOOD

[onemind]

CHARACTERS: EVERYONE
WHERE: Station 72
WHEN: DAY :001
SUMMARY: The Hyrypia away team returns to Station 72.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary. Need a warning added? PM this account please!

STATION 72
DAY :001

HOMECOMING
THE STEALTH SHIPS JUMPS AWAY and leaves the brassy marble of Hyrypia, a dismantled war, and a tentatively reunited people behind it. The jump from the universe is nauseating - even with the symbiote's anchoring quality, bodies displace poorly -, but surely it's no competition over the shared relief to be done with that place. There could be happiness. There should be. But surely the quiet prone figures in the back of the ship are a morbid reminder of everything Hyrypia has cost.

This work isn't easy.

Luckily the burden won't be shouldered alone. The moment the stealth ships snaps into the space between spaces, an overwhelming sense of connectivity floods the symbiote mental link. Regardless of how many of your broodmates might remain, it's undeniable that the presence of other Hosts is somehow a relief. Involuntarily or otherwise, taut shoulders relax and anxious nerves smooth. It's fine. You made it. Welcome home.

The sense of comfort only solidifies as the ship penetrates the irregular hull of Station 72, as its engines power down and the landing platform whirs upward to corkscrew the ship back into its rightly place on the hangar deck. 'Tik, tik, tik' whirr the engines as they fade. With the flip of a switch, the boarding ramp's hydraulics kick on and the rear of the ship opens itself -- to waiting faces, likely.

"Thank you for joining us today on the HMS Squid," says Rhan, all smiles and cheer as she unbuckles her safety harness. "Don't forget to take your belongings from where you've stowed them and return your seats to their upright positions, et cetera et cetera."

She gives the assembled away team a last, well practiced wink. "Now unless you really haven't anything better to do, feel free to get the hell off my boat darlings."

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Comments

[whereabout]

i.
[ Joshua makes his return to the station as he does most things: so quietly he's easily missed, if one isn't actually looking for him. He slips off the stealth ship, his disguise already abandoned on the ride back, and moves a few meters out of the way, staying out of the way of the offloading and taking a moment to catch his breath and readjust to the feeling of all the (very large, very prominent) missing puzzle pieces in his mind snapping back into place.

There's no place like...home?

The place doesn't exactly feel like home, but there's no denying that the people do, no matter how much his logical mind still balks. ]


ii.
[ The ship is offloaded, he's taped up the bumps and scratches he picked up in that final brawl, and with the mission done, it's back to being completely unsure of what to do with himself. After years of having nothing to live for but the tasks that were given to him, and then years of being technically free, but still mostly aimless and not having an ambition beyond supporting Estelle, he's not sure what he's doing without her in the picture.

He wasn't much of a person, until he left Ouroboros. He's not sure if he's much of a person even with Ouroboros five years behind him, or if it's just that she made him feel like one. With neither her at his side nor an immediate goal to be accomplished, he's...

...

He finds his way to the recreation wing, intending to maybe find something in the library, which he hadn't had enough time to take much of a look at before the departure to Hyrypia. But, as tends to happen when he's lost in thought, out comes the harmonica instead.

He could probably use some new songs. ]