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||Pod Release Protocols Initating,|| Stacy's familiar voice sounded out to all the podmates.

In the Pod Caverns, there were the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.

There was condensation and mist spraying out from cracks in the pods, as the people inside slid out onto the floors, covered in slime.

Pop. Poppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiissss.

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||Hello Kurt Wagner.||

Kurt let out a yelp of surprise.

That wasn't the Professor, or even Jean, the two people he would trust to poke around in his brains. This was an unknown telepath. By now, he knew when somebody was trying to speak to him mentally.

Right about then, he'd had enough; he closed his eyes and tried to get a sense of where his room was. If he was within two miles of a place, he could get there.

Nope. Not even close to home. It was dizzying, for a brief moment, the sense of distance overwhelming his spatial senses, and he shook his head violently.

"What is going on?" This wasn't funny at all.

||You have been Chosen.||

"Uh?" Voices from nowhere were really not all that comforting. Still, it could be a test of some sort, or.. something else bad was going on. That was about usual. "Is this going to take awhile? I have a test on Friday, you know?"

At least he was getting used to the dark, not that he wanted to see it. It looked like a prop for a B-rated alien movie. His tail flicked in irritation. Maybe some crazy mutant with a thing for movies? Why not?

It was a little big for a set, though.

||That information is classified.||

They all seemed to want clothes...

||Do you require clothing?||

Alright. No time to study, it seemed like. This person didn't have any pity for the 'I'm just a poor student' card. "Classified by who? How did I get in the middle of nowhere? Why does this stuff smell so bad?"

A pause in his questions, then, because he was really just talking to try and keep himself calm. This was weird, far weirder than even he was used to.

"Uh, yes, please." This was awkward enough.

||Who classified this information is classified. You are here because you were Chosen. How you were brought here is classified. Pod fluid has little scent. One of the common side effects of Podsleep is parosmia. It is temporary.||

Kurt realized that he might as well have been chasing his tail. The voice was almost robotic, even if it being mentally transmitted argued for it being a person.

Pod fluid, though. It struck him that he had been inside one of those things, and the dizzying sense of distance struck him again. This wasn't home. It wasn't even his second home. He'd thought that the flight over the Atlantic was long..

"Yes? Well, you know my name. What is yours?" It was probably best to mind his manners. Though, if this thing were on auto-pilot, then it wouldn't mind a little sullen behavior from the likes of him. "Let us get back to the clothing topic. A bath would be good, as well." Picking all this out of fuzz would take days.

||The closest possible pronunciation of my name by human vocal chords is STA'C K'LTRRB'TXFT, though you may call me Stacy, if you wish.||

As for the rest. ||Follow the lights.||

The name was an unintelligible mess, even to someone who spoke more than one language. Kurt gave up on trying to spell it after the third syllable or so. "So, Stacy, do you like the movie Alien?" He didn't. A guy should be able to eat dinner without his stomach bursting. Please, no face huggers in this place.

Then the pustules lit close by his feet, and for a moment, he recoiled. Blisters filled with glowing goo were beyond sick. Well, he didn't have to step on them, right?

||I am fond of Blade Runner.|| Stacy informed him.

"Oh, yes, good movie." Kurt was just going to be agreeable. She could have claimed to like anything at this point, and he'd probably nod and smile. Could she see him doing those gestures, anyway? Somehow know what he was up too, mentally? If she could read minds.. well, she'd know he was uncertain about this. So what? He had plenty to be upset about.

"I suppose I should ask if there are any body-eating aliens or hostile replicants around here?" In other words, was he safe? He cautiously followed the lights, not quite willing to leave them now that they were here. It gave him something to follow, anyway.

||No.||

"You do not talk much, do you?" One word replies and all! One would get the impression that she didn't like him. Well, he couldn't say he cared for her too much, either. Either way, she'd probably be happy to dump him off on somebody else by the end of this.

"So, am I more or less safe? Are there other people on board? Are they mutants and stuff, too?" Kurt would probably annoy her to death, if it was possible. This was a questionable situation.

||There are currently no security alerts. Your podmates are in the City and upper level. Several of them are metahumans.||

Great. That might be code for having half the Brotherhood up there, ready to kick his butt the moment he went upstairs.. whatever was up there. "Anyone that I know?" She'd skipped over his question about talking. Then again, he knew the answer to that, didn't he? The disembodied voice was downright taciturn, only speaking when she had to..

.. but she liked action movies, so maybe she wasn't all bad.

||No.||

Technically, even the ones that were X-Men were from a different version of his universe.

Why was she so frustratingly short-spoken? It was enough to make Kurt even more nervous. Anxiety skittered around his skull for a few moments. He was stuck here with total strangers. No team-mates. No Professor. Not even villains, who he'd almost be tempted to work with, depending on who they were. Sometimes it was better to deal with the devil you did know.

Okay. He had to just.. suck it up. Be an adult. Breathe.

"Okay. Clothes. Then what? Do I at least get a map? A pamphlet?" A little red X with the words 'you are here!' next to it?

||Follow the lights.||

She was SO helpful.

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