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Unleash the Podlings!
||Pod Release Protocols Initiating,|| Stacy announced to the denizens of the upper levels. Down the the Pod Caverns, familiar sounds made themselves known:
Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.
Mist sprayed from the cracks in the pods before the new crew members were summarily ejected from warm, comfortable stasis to their new chilly, damp reality. They'd either meet each other in the Caverns or in the upper levels, where the previously popped crew would also be waiting for them, if Stacy had anything to say about it.
This time, there were two pods spitting mechanical beings out of a more oily mixture, and one podling who was significantly smaller than most of the others.
Pop. Poppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiissss.
Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.
Mist sprayed from the cracks in the pods before the new crew members were summarily ejected from warm, comfortable stasis to their new chilly, damp reality. They'd either meet each other in the Caverns or in the upper levels, where the previously popped crew would also be waiting for them, if Stacy had anything to say about it.
This time, there were two pods spitting mechanical beings out of a more oily mixture, and one podling who was significantly smaller than most of the others.
Pop. Poppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiissss.

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"It might be best to go find the crew, then. Perhaps we can get better answers from them than the voice,..." Obviously she was referring to Stacy, but was refusing to use the name. She was still perturbed at the flood of human emotions the utterance had caused.
Squeezing her hand once more, she teetered off towards the hallway that supposedly lead to 'the crew'. Gait unsteady yet confident. She might've not been used to such a humanoid form...but she still had poise.
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“But what if…”
Now that she had the floor, the words tried to choke her. The burden of wanting to please and stay out of danger conflicting already convoluted emotions. She felt the knot of tension form instinctively in her stomach, as she tried to broach the topic logically, or at least through her own logic.
“What if they’re dangerous?”
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Leaning downwards, she raised her hand and cusped little Eve's chin affectionately.
"If they are dangerous, I will take care of them. Don't you worry your lovely little head over it," She murmured with a smile, touching her cheek gently before rustling her hair. The thrum of power that surrounded her underscored the fact that she probably could handle whatever dangers might lurk down the hall.
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A thin smile once again eased onto girls face as she took the woman’s comment to heart. Nodding her head genially in the affirmative the younger Eve took a singular step towards the area, awaiting the older woman to lead.
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(ooc: thread continues here (http://community.livejournal.com/trans_9/21404.html?thread=1916316#t1916316).)