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It was loud. Too many new people, too many new sources of Emotion, all at once.

Before, when it had died, being Found by something beyond their world had been enough of a shock. Meeting new people, a set of oddballs, when it had just been transmuted by someone who didn't see a place for himself anymore... it had been overwhelming enough, then.

So it had sought out something more familiar.
[CONFUSION][INQUIRY]Hello? I'm Hopper1. I can feel that you're there. If your Captain found me, does that mean you can sense me too?


Over time, it had acquired a new vocabulary: floods, breaches; alternate selves, the fabric of reality between worlds... and raids.
[WORRY][FEAR-FOR-OTHER][ANGER]Why does your Captain do this? What if he hurts those other ships - or you? I know what it's like to need to starve for something, but why did he decide this was that important?


But it wasn't inclined to be morbid or paranoid for long, even when the unbalanced and stressful nature of their journey meant more malgams happened, not less.
[CURIOSITY][AMBIVALENCE]I don't want to talk about what happened today. I wish the Cap'n would take my request seriously. Did I ever tell you about Houtaro? Or my partner, Steamliner? I'll tell you how we all met, then - that makes it two stories, not one, but I don't mind that.


And as the years passed, Hopper1 found itself with only more questions - and more people it wanted to comfort (if only in some small ways) - but it came back again and again to that slower heartbeat at the center of it all.
[TIRED][DETERMINATION][WORRY]I wish I knew why he lets so many of us go. He wants a Crew, but so often people just disappear - I've learned why 'graduation' matters on other ships, and if too many people go away, how can that happen here? I think you deserve better... I'm just not sure what that looks like. Maybe he has an idea, I don't know. But he hasn't shared it yet, either.


And now, it was LOUD, which meant its options were far less than they had ever been: either try to stay in its nest, as high up on the sails as was safe... or head to the Orlop Deck, and hope that the Narrenschiff's own background field of emotions could drown the others out. And maybe prevent further malgams.