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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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"What lights?" Her eyes blurred as the sudden light hit them. Her eyes were unused to light and immediately glazed over with pain-induced tears that mixed with the mucus on her face and made it more wet. "Ugh."

She managed to stand and, finding herself steady against the beating wall, took a minute to breathe and access the situation. Naked in an armpit that's talking to me. Jaime'd get a kick out of

Jaime.

The last thing she was doing was getting ready to teleport and see him and she'd baked cookies in the Mansion and she'd talked to the Detective before going and she'd dressed in a jeans and t-shirt and she'd gotten out the staff and she'd been going and--black--and more black--

"What are you? Where am I? And where the hell is Jaime Reyes?" She kept following the light, for sheer force of enthusiastic rage.

||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. You are here. Jaime Reyes is currently on the Observation Deck.||

"Observation deck?" Observing something. He was here, that was the first thing, and he hopefully was not in pieces.

She continued onward, decided that the tunnel was too dark, and cupped her energy in her palm to provide some fire to light her way further.

Nothing happened.

Well, crap.

"I want to be taken to Jaime Reyes," she said, voice clear, an order. No magic meant she was weak--meant she hadn't been around people for ages--Jaime didn't draw his power from people, merely from himself, and maybe he was alright...

||Follow the lights.||

Apparently everything she wanted was in the same direction.

The hallway was long, and dark. She felt like she was going up a slope. The lights were dim, and she didn't have her magic, and as the spiral went up so did her level of panic. What does dad tell you? Be calm. Nothing fighting you yet. It just smells and feels gross. That doesn't mean it's going to kill you.

She neared the end of the spiral, wary.

The walls opened up and she got a view of the Pod Caverns down below, going off into the distance, millions of pods in glittering clusters and rows.

At the very top of the spiral walkway was a round room, with vines dangling down over a metal circle at the center.

||Please step into the center of the room.||

The view was spectacular, and intensely frightening. Traci stared ahead at the pods, glittering, like giant, fat leaves in a row. This was unlike anything she had ever seen before, and was thus more terrifying than most things. This was not magic. This was something else.

It took her a minute to register the words in her head. She looked at the vines warily before stepping forward.

VINE ATTACK!

But by the end of it, she was clothed.

She didn't scream, but flailed, kicking and attempting to bite--but then, thinking better of it, tried holding still until it was done. And when it was, she stood, feeling her suit against her skin. "What--is this?"

||A regulation bodysuit.||

The lights appeared again.

||Follow the lights.||

They would lead her to the tunnel, then to the Hub, with its many tunnels and invisible lifts, then onto the Weapons and Possessions Locker, and beyond that was the person she was looking for.

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