[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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[He does crane his neck around, though, trying to see her better.]
It could. And, you know I'm here if you need it.
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Yeah. I know.
[ There's a long pause. ]
Thanks. For everything.
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Are you sure everything's... okay?
[He's quiet too, for a minute.]
You don't have to thank me. I told you -- I've got your back.
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[ Just... everything. As per usual. ]
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[Nothing's okay. But they're getting stable.]
... And I know you'll tell me if it's ever otherwise. But I've always got to ask.
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[ She heaves a slow sigh. ]
...I feel like I want to sleep for five days, though.
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[He shifts. Starting to stand up. And hitching his hands under her legs.]
Naptime for Green Paladins.
[He's only partially kidding. He's also feeling the exhaustion.]
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I think we could both use some sleep, honestly...
[ She can feel that bone-deep weariness. Maybe they should just find a spot and curl up. ]
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That's the plan. Our new plan for now. We'll... figure something else out when we wake up.
[The ship should still be there. The place that isn't the open doors of Life Support. Somewhere Safe.]
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Sounds good to me. Crisis is over for now. Right?
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Crisis is over. No one's making the castle shoot us... so... naptime.
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Sounds fine to me.
[ Don't mind her she's just gonna... falls asleep on his back. Oops. ]
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[He doesn't mind at all. It's weirdly comforting. He won't try to wake her up and continue a conversation.]
[Just carry her out to the ship he knows Sam's been sleeping in. Sam won't mind.]