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Entry tags:
- !!shipwide announcement,
- !!stacy,
- !location: pod caverns,
- !plot: end of the world news,
- !plot: pod release,
- adam malkovich,
- atomic robo,
- charles kawalsky,
- chopper,
- claudia donovan,
- dean winchester,
- demon alessa,
- hannibal king,
- jack/raiden,
- kazuya mishima,
- leon s. kennedy,
- marco,
- miku hinasaki,
- peter petrelli,
- ravager,
- satori komeiji,
- shadow the hedgehog,
- sonic the hedgehog,
- tess lee,
- the flash,
- the scout,
- zhongda
ZOMBIE POD POP! (zompop?)
[ooc: Newbie Helpers List | Instructions: First, read *HERE*. Then, once you've read the overall plan, post your character into the main thread establishing them as being podpopped, and reacting to the oncoming zombie horde (since there is no Stacy replies to comment to, it will all be one thread, instead of individual threads). This can include fighting and/or fleeing if you want. Eventually, volunteers from Team Left Behind will rush in and save the day. Obviously, since there's no time for it while fighting for your lives against zombies, this podpop won't get the whole ||You have been Chosen|| speech from Stacy, so they'll have to get their answers (and pants) later.]
||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.
And this is the point everything goes to hell.
You see, not too long ago, a psychopathic AI unleashed a horde of zombies on this ship, and now they were making their way to these very caverns, eager to eat the flesh off your bones.
Less than a minute after you've been plopped from out of your pod, you hear the sounds of the ravening undead horde making their way through the tunnels towards you, and it's pretty damn obvious what they're looking for.
Ready or not, here they come.
||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.
And this is the point everything goes to hell.
You see, not too long ago, a psychopathic AI unleashed a horde of zombies on this ship, and now they were making their way to these very caverns, eager to eat the flesh off your bones.
Less than a minute after you've been plopped from out of your pod, you hear the sounds of the ravening undead horde making their way through the tunnels towards you, and it's pretty damn obvious what they're looking for.
Ready or not, here they come.
no subject
No, never mind that. That questioning was to be saved for later. For the moment, there were other matters to take care of. Besides, if there was ever a reason to get in control of the situation, it was when someone who knew her was watching.
Especially if it was Leon.no subject
He zips back to the corden, so he can slow his speech to something more coherent "That I can do, as long as they're not going to get shot at when I drop them off. Any chance you brought a radio along so we can let your guys know we're coming?"
no subject
"Radios are down, last I knew," Selene said, looking around the group to see if anyone knew otherwise. "But if you go up on the roofs around the square and go into the building, if they haven't been broken into, you'll be able to explain about them before you can get shot at since no one will be shooting inward," she added, making a picture of the square and the roofs to go up and how to get into the building as she said this in the air for Wally to see. "You can run up walls, right?"
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He turns to the rest of the gathered podpoppers, "Just try not to moan and stagger about too much when we get there and we'll be fine."
Unfortunately, moaning and staggering are notorious side-effects suffered by those carried large distances by the Flash. Vomiting, too...
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It was a weird thing how the world works.
"Right then. This is the way to go," Selene said, giving a nice little video clip on how to get from the Pod Cavern to the Vatican and the building he needed to go to. With a paused in the clothing room. "That little circle? You stand on that, tentacles will grab you and cloth you, but you can't get out of them until you're done if you're caught. I wouldn't get caught. Modesty can wait after we're not about to be eaten." Other than that pause, she showed the way rather quickly. Since speedsters did everything fast anyway, no reason to keep it slow.
no subject
Either way, it's a marked step up from their combatants who weren't inhuman and frightening being armed only with zombie limbs - though he's beginning to understand the appeal of those. It's a miracle that he hasn't gotten himself bitten in the process of disabling a few of the more rotten shambling corpses.
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"Alright folks, arms and legs inside the carriage at all times..." and with that, the spire becomes one long wind tunnel.
no subject
Leaping aside as one of the vile creatures fell nearby to gunfire he held a hand out, "Do not shoot, I am not one of these monstrosities," he called to those ahead, picking up the felled Zombie and throwing it with ease into the hoard even as he moved to join the others.