[open] REUNITED AND IT FEELS SO GOOD
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!


((OOC Notes: This is the catch-all log for the return to Station 72. If you have any questions, please hit up the FAQ or MOD CONTACT pages!))
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 :001HOMECOMING
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."



((OOC Notes: This is the catch-all log for the return to Station 72. If you have any questions, please hit up the FAQ or MOD CONTACT pages!))
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[ "this bullshit" likely being the way the two of them have been crashing into one another's old wounds with all the ferocity and grace of a bulldozer on lsd. rude, brittle, aching somewhere in their core about all they've lost and what that means for their psyche. ]
And you didn't seem the type to want to sit down and fucking "talk about your feelings". Like I can't feel them or something. Just for the record? Talking's dumb. I don't actually want to talk. It's like broods don't even matter, what's the point -- everyone's just bleeding their business all over everyone.
[ he doesn't just mean asuka; there's someone else he focuses on. they also have one eye and a bad attitude. ]
no subject
[ She waves her hands in a few circles, trying to find the words, hating that she has to admit something that she's about to admit. Ugh. Stupid, stupid, stupid. ]
-and you'd probably kick my ass in a fight, anyway. You've got like - explodey hands or whatever.
[ She frowns. She's been training, but she definitely doesn't have the weight to go toe to toe with him. Even if she wanted to. She's also trying not to rely purely on bullying and yelling to get through life, as hard as that sounds. ]
I thought we were actually getting somewhere for a minute. Back on the planet.