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If you mix podpops with soda, will your stomach explode?

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||Pod Release Protocols Initating|| Stacy's familiar voice sounds out to all the podmates through the ship.

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

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

--

There was nothing. You were going about your normal life, then there was a bright light, and then? Nothing.

Then the world lurches.

The chamber here is humid.

Actually, "chamber" isn't quite accurate. You're in a cavern, half-lit by an eerie greenish light, going on and on as far as the eye can see. The light is coming from what can only be described as pods, glistening, round greenish-yellow things, glowing with a pale inner light, outlining human -- and not quite human -- forms. Each is rooted to the floor, to the walls, with something black, twisted, and unidentifiable.

They line the walls of the cavern, go up in maddeningly high columns, curling and corkscrewing up into the darkness, until the light from them is like that of the stars, glowing pale and mournful in clusters in the darkness above. Twisted walkways and stairs crisscross, traverse the platforms in front of the pods, wending their way back and forth, up and down through the chamber.

You just came from one of those pods, broke free like a butterfly from a (slimy, nasty) chrysalis.

Now you stand alone but not quite alone, naked, not knowing how you got there, who took you, or why you were taken.

As your body heats up again, you realize the air is warm -- just a few degrees too warm to be comfortable -- and muggy; it smells acrid and organic, like freshly spilt blood and sweat. Your mouth tastes of salt.

The floors are pulsing under your feet, throbbing...

Wherever you are, this entire place...is alive.

Oh, and also you're naked and covered in alien snot.

When you call out, ask where you are, a voice speaks to you, in your head. She tells you:

||You are here.||

When you ask who she is, she tells you that her name is STA'C K'LTRRB'TXFT, but that you may call her Stacy. When she tells you who she is, there is a gush of emotion, love, maternal warmth. You are on a ship. She is that ship. Her name is Stacy and she loves you.

Glowing phosphorescenet lights appear in pustules along the floor. They lead you up a massive spiraling walkway that gives you a view of what are possibly millions in stasis. At the top is a room with moving vines that clean you and clothe you in a plant-like body-suit--soft, but durable. After that, the lights lead you to a great cavernous room with a clear floor that lets you see all the holes and tunnels in the walls of it. When you reach the center, the last thing she tells you before whisking you away to gather your belongings and meet the rest of the crew is this reassuring thought:

||You have been Chosen to accomplish a Great Purpose.||

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It is commonly acknowledged that Slobo's first act in life was repairing Young Justice's ship. This is not true. His first act in life was putting on some damn pants.

That's right, the Top Teen dislikes nudity.

As he falls out of the pod, his thoughts are in disarray. He can see! He's alive! He takes a sniff in the air. He can smell some of his old friends! He's...

Naked. AGAIN.

At least Kon isn't around to see as he follows the AI instructions and runs to get himself whatever a "plantsuit" is.

Before she podpopped, Buffy Summers' entire life flashed before her closed eyes. (http://i-died-twice.livejournal.com/1675.html)

The first thing Buffy thought upon gaining consciousness, though, was wondering if that dream she'd had with Angel and Spike and Jell-O was suddenly coming true. And then she felt the ground pulsing beneath her and she sat up straight, covering herself up as appropriately as possible. Her hazel eyes grew wide and her mouth opened to say something when a rush of maternal love and affection poured over her, filling her up and comforting her. For a brief moment, Buffy's mind flashed to her mother, Joyce Summers, reading to her from an old Justice Society issue late at night, voicing the females while her father Hank, who had just come in from another late night at work, did the men's voices. She remembered her mother's arms around her while slowly drifting off to sleep, dreaming that she was Power Girl and that she was going to save the world.

That thought snapped her back to reality. Buffy had saved the world more times than she could count, and this? This felt too real to be a dream, and not vibrant enough to be a nightmare. She shuddered and rose to her feet, wishing that she had a stake on her, if not the mythic, powerful scythe that belonged to the Slayer lineage. But she had nothing, and more than that, she didn't know where she was, or how she'd gotten there.

Almost as though Stacy could hear Buffy's thoughts, Buffy heard the words, ||You are here.||

"Is there a helpful map with a red dot that points to where here is," Buffy asked, letting bravado take the place of fear and worry. Oh, the fear and worry were still there, but Buffy was damned if she was going to show whoever had kidnapped her that. "Because I'm guessing this isn't the mall or Mystic Tan." She paused, then, taking stock of the weird things that had happened in her life - the weirdness she'd seen, the weirdness she'd experienced, the weirdness that had been prophesied and said about her. "Who are you?" Buffy asked, then, turning around in a circle. "Is this a test being done by the Council? Another Cruciamentum? Because if it is, I'm not the Slayer who needs it," she said. "Take any of the other thousands of girls who were recently chosen." She crossed her arms and glared. "And for that matter, you aren't even the Council anymore. That rests on our heads. Mine. Giles'. Willow's. Xander's. Dawn's. Even - god help me - Andrew's." She paused, trying to gather her bearings and distracted by the floor gently pulsing beneath her. and then went to say something more when Buffy heard someone speak again.

||You have been Chosen to accomplish a Great Purpose.||

"Uh, yeah, hello? That happened like seven years ago. And I kinda accomplished it, with the destroying of the Hellmouth and the obliterating of the First? I'm Great Purpose-free now, thanks. But hey, if you like, I could totally recommend Kennedy to you." Without realizing it, Buffy had started following the lights to the spiralling pathway. Her eyes were on the other pods, the shapes inside undiscernable. What were they? Other people? Demons? Vampires?

Was she chosen to slay all of these?

Or were they the other Slayers?

Or was this...something else?

Her first instinct, as the vines came down to pick her up, was to fight them, but something deep within Buffy told her not to put up a fight, but to just go with it.

This isn't where her fight was, she knew that much.

But what the fight was about?

The Slayer wasn't sure.

Bart is naked and covered in goo. Which is pretty cool, but he probably should put on some clothes if he's in some weirdo living spaceship. With lots of weirdo pods. Named Stacy. Which he figured was as good a name as any for a spaceship.

He zoomed up the walkway and suddenly tentacles started attacking him!

"Bwah!" he dodged around the tentacles that seemed determined to... do whatever tentacles do to people! He wasn't sure what it was, but it had to be pretty bad, right?

Or maybe it was just that they wanted to give him clothes. Or something like clothes. Plantsuit? Bart imagined that would look something like a tuxedo made of leaves with a carrot for a tie, maybe. Or this, which looked more like a costume.

Whatever Stacy is, it's pretty awesome. Bart thinks this place'll be cool, like that last level of Extreme Space Adventures 8, but without the giant mutant gorillas. Though wait, there might be giant mutant gorillas in a different part of the ship. Bart'll need to explore more to find out.

This was just disgusting. Enough said.

For the first few minutes, Batou couldn't see a damn thing. None of his systems seemed to function correctly, but he could still feel something sticking to his body.

One at a time, the separate systems kick back online. Still blinded, the giant of a man was able to pick up on all his other senses. Whatever was covering his body was all over the floor. It felt similar to the fluid used in making prosthetic. "Did something malfunction?" Reviewing his data banks, Batou couldn't find anything that happened. Something had to have malfunctioned, but what exactly?

Like booting up a computer, the optics finally came back online, followed by Batou's dumbfounded confusion. "The hell?"

That was when Stacy's voice came in. An AI? But how the hell did she hack into Batou's Cybercomm? Of course no questions like that would get an answer since he immediately got whisked away to get cleaned and clothed.

What kind of fucked up virtual reality was this?

There were many situations Mara had woken up in during her life. Hung over, injured, kidnapped, sometimes not even knowing where she was. But this was still entirely knew. Naked, surrounded by strangers, seemingly inside of something alive while slime slid down her body.

Some people would have called out, or asked questions. Training told Mara to not attract attention to herself. She didn't know if she was a prisoner, or who any of these people were. There was no reason to trust any answers they would give her. Her danger sense was unusually quiet, suggesting that she wasn't in immediate danger, but she still moved as quietly as possible through the cavern.

Being accosted by tentacles only to be stuffed into a suit that had a pulse did nothing to improve her outlook on life. Or her mood. Of course she fought back, and of course it did her no good. Her temper was snapping behind her calm mask, and the fact that the ship loved her was not helping it at all.

Sheik's first impression is that of... well, abject confusion, actually. The odd taste in his mouth, the slime coating his skin - he glances down, catches sight of his bare legs, and immediately looks away. There are some things Zelda isn't meant to see.

And speaking of which...

[Zelda?] he asks almost urgently, [Are you alright?]

[Nngh...] She's there, but utterly disorientated - in which case, he can sympathise. [Whu... what happened to Castle Town?]

A mental shrug - he's as lost as she is. Carefully, ensuring not to look at his naked body, he opens his eyes to look around, taking in the new environment curiously.

"Where are we?" he mutters aloud.

||You are here.||

His eyes widen in surprise. "Who are you?"

||I am STA'C K'LTRRB'TXFT. You both may call me Stacy.||

The first name was accompanied by feelings of maternal warmth. 'Stacy' meant them no harm.

Sheik nods, closing his eyes as the feeling washes over him - it's been so long since he has felt it that it's almost unrecognisable, but when he does, it's calming.

Zelda is lulled as well - which is why neither of them realise precisely what she said at first.

Wait. "...Both?" Sheik whispers as realisation hits him, opening his eyes to look at... he's not quite sure what to look for. "...How do you know that?"

||Because you both were Chosen,|| Stacy replied. It probably wasn't much of an answer.

It's not, but it's the thought that counts?

"Chosen for what?" Sheik asks, voice low - from somewhere within, Zelda echoes the question.

[But... Nayru already chose me.]

||You have been Chosen for a Great Purpose.||

Stacy was really on a role with those non-answer answers. But if the thought counted, those were capital letters on the "Great Purpose".

"A greater purpose than the preservation of Hyrule?"

Good Three, Stacy is almost more cryptic than Sheik is.

||Yes.|| A pause. ||Would you care for some clothing?||

"Yes please," he says almost hastily, causing Zelda to chuckle slightly even as she mulls over the words. A greater purpose than saving Hyrule...

Sheik, for his part, is just happy that he'll finally be able to stop looking away from his own body.

||Please follow the lights.||

Strange pustules on the floor began to glow from within, leading off through the caverns.

"Thank you," Sheik says softly, and begins to follow them up to the top of the room, then away to be clothed, to gather their belongings, and to try and find out where they have been stolen off to.

The last thing Jean-Paul Valley remembered was the explosion. His suit's flamethrower detonating tons of ammo. And then...

...nothing. Until now.

Ejected from the chrysalis, Jean-Paul instinctively coughed and spat, trying to get the slime out of his mouth. As his vision cleared, he realized something: his vision was clear, his body felt lighter.

"...where? Where is it?! Where's the suit?! Where's the mask?!" Jean-Paul shouted, frantic. Was this one of Wayne's tricks? Did he somehow trick him into being left unguarded and stripped of his identity? "Who did this?! Where the hell am I?!"

|| You are here. ||

"Here? Where is here?! Why am I here?!"

||You have been Chosen to accomplish a Great Purpose.||

"A great purpose?!" Jean-Paul said, snarling. Then, it started to come to him. Perhaps, just perhaps, this was something more than a trick from Bruce Wayne. What if Saint Dumas himself planned this for him?

"...where. Is. My. Mask?"

Virgil staggers as he leaves his pod, catching his balance.

"Well, that's a new one." he says, shaking gross globs of pod snot off his arms. "Where are my pants? Come to think of it, where am I?" He begins wandering down the hall, using his hands to cover himself.

||You are here.||

"Cryptic." The one word says it all, catches the whole feeling of this too-warm, not-the-tower place. He continues to look, left to right and back again, as he heads down the hall, to learn what a plantsuit is. And maybe find someone who can tell him what's going on...

As she slowly woke up, Olivia vaguely mused that it wasn't the worst condition she'd woken up in. That opinion slowly changed the more conscious she became. Perhaps waking up in the hospital was worse, but at least then she knew where she was. This was... new. Dragging herself vertical, Olivia glanced around the room.

There were people in the same situation as her, but they all seemed... different. It was all the paranoia, she told herself. Just because there was a different, new situation, that was all. A closer look told her that it really was the paranoia.

Olivia stopped as she heard something. ||You are here.|| All of the other sounds of people talking to the air came back to her attention. She listened carefully, trying to figure out what was really going on. Trying to get all the details for the report. That was a calming thought. She was going to have to write Broyles a report.

She listened to the rest as she staggered down the hallway, trying to move as quickly as possible without her cane. Olivia smiled at bit at Stacy's final words. Just as cryptic as everything she ever learned these days. ||You have been Chosen to accomplish a Great Purpose.||

She wasn't dreaming, whatever was happening was like waking up but without the fog of slumber. "Unngh." Jill fell forward, catching herself on her hands, the floor was slightly soft and gave under the weight of her body. Her stomach heaved and came up empty, only a saline and iron tang in her mouth.

Slowly her senses came back to her, she was warm, considering the sensation of the floor pressed against her skin she should be cold. No, the air was definitely warm and moist...muggy like a greenhouse. That brought back bad memories and once more a groan rumbled from her throat as she eased to her feet.
Her head was clearing and she was not happy with the picture it was making of her situation. "Where the hell am I?"

||You are here.||

The voice was around her, inside her, reverberating in her head. Jill slicked back her hair, her body covered with the same slippery greasy substances that dripped off her hair and slid down her face. "Ok, where is here and who are you?"

Once more she was inundated with the explanation, words clarifying in her mind, Stacy. A ship, a ship that was now flooding her mind with a sense of emotional well being, of caring and love. Jill trusted that about as much as she trusted Wesker. "Yeah ok..."

Fuckin' great. Jill started to walk toward the direction that seemed to make the most sense.

It was in that direction that a rather large form slumped forward out of a pod, covered in the same goo as everyone else. Chris sputtered and coughed, shaking his head as if he had just had his head dunked in water.

Chris got the same lecture from the AI as the others, but instead, simply stayed in a crouching position, keeping his body low to the ground, looking for the source of the voice.

"First Wesker, now this. Seriously... give a guy a break once in a while. I sure hope Sheva, Josh, and Jill got away at least."

She knew that voice, no amount of fog in her head could change that. The body, well that was not exactly as she remembered. The shock of slime ridden red hair still looked the same.

Jill knelt to hook an arm under the prone figure. "I seem to be ok. No idea who Sheva or Josh are." She tugged upward to help him up. "Come on Redfield, on your feet."

Chris blinked several times as he looked up. He didn't even seem to notice that neither of them were clothed. It was like looking back into his memory. That was Jill, alright. Like he remembered her, before the B.S.A.A.

Before Wesker. "JILL!" Within an instant, Chris had sprung to his feet, and pulled Jill into a tight bear hug.

"Guk!" There was a sound she'd only read in comics and had no idea it existed, apparently it did. It's the sound made when a naked, slippery Jill Valentine is startled into a near bone crushing hug by her partner.

"Hey, easy Chris, down big fella." She patted his shoulder, she was damn glad to see the big lug but things were a little bit awkward at the moment, much being with the wet, slippery and naked business.

"Looks like we're on a ship-"

||You are here.||

"Yeah ok I got that, thanks." Probably Redfield heard it as well this time, once again the ship ran through her litany of welcome.

Only belatedly did Chris realize that the pair were completely naked and he released his partner, one hand moving to cover himself as he attempted to avert his eyes.

"S-sorry, Jill. I'll explain about Sheva and Josh later..." Chris would've continued that thought, but it was about that time that a tentacle smacked him in the back of the head, and attempted to steer him down the walkway.

"But apparently, 'Stacy' has some other plans." The tentacle became a little more insistent as he took a couple steps away from Jill. "Don't worry, Jill, I'll find you. We'll be kickin' ass again in no time!"

"Right." She nodded and followed along and up the ramp. An uncomfortable moment of writhing organic tendrils later and the newly plant suited Valentine emerged into the hallway beyond.

The last she remembered, she'd been put in cryo-sleep by Captain Cutter. They didn't know how long they'd be drifting in space until they were found. Without their engine, they were just a hulk. It hadn't soothed her fears at all that Forge had given up his life to take out the Covenant.

But now she woke up here, covered in this gunk. It didn't feel much worse than the cryo-sleep gunk, and at least she didn't have the nasty tasting crap in her mouth. But how did she get here? And where was this place.

At the voice in her head, she blinked and looked around, then paused, kneeling to place a hand on the floor.

"Fascinating."

She was close. So very, very close. She could have killed him right there, right there, and won the favor of the boss. Then maybe the pain would go away... she could have done it - she could have been liberated -- !

"Ahahahahahaha!"

Octopus coughs and sputters. She giggles as she tries to push herself off the ground. Finally the unstable women succeeds, wobbling to her feet. She looks around with half-lidded eyes. Where was this..? Upon abruptly receiving the telepathic answer, Octopus whirls around expecting to see her superior - that screaming insect. She nearly loses her balance in the process. She sees nothing...

"Ahahaha..." Octopus chuckles as she listens to 'Stacy.' She is vaguely aware that the floor is... pulsing. That she seems to be inside a living creature. She stares fondly at the moist walls; just like an octopus...

She reaches out to touch one during Stacy's speech, and spots her naked arm. She realizes that it's not just her arm, her whole body is unclothed. Her suit... her suit...! Where was it?! She couldn't live without it...! But, if that was the case, wouldn't she be dead by now? Enough time had passed... Ocotpus put a hand to her forehand, wiping some of the slime away while letting out sporadic mirthful noises. She has no idea what's going on, and this 'Stacy' wasn't helping anything.

||You have been Chosen to accomplish a Great Purpose.||

Now she's laughing manically, being ushered down the hall by an unseen force. Great Purpose? Of course - she was going to follow orders, create a soldier's paradise, and kill anyone who got in the way~!

"AhahahaHAHAhaahahAHahahahahAHAHahaahaaHAHA..!!"

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If you mix podpops with soda, will your stomach explode?

Again with the nudity?!

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