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cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-01-01 03:56 pm

Podpop-ery

[ooc: Newbie Helpers List | Instructions: Post your character with one post establishing them as being podpopped. Tag each other in groups of 2's, 3's, and 4's, to get some interaction to start with. If a thread doesn't already have 2 or 3 people tagged in, tag it with your character's podpop popping near the other people, rather than making a new subthread. If you would like to play out them talking to the AI, please send an email to the mods making the request--we do this only by request. Then move onto the big Newbie Meeting. Once your character has gotten the rundown from the old crew, you may start posting entrance posts and freely tagging.]


||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. Her voice is warm and motherly, even if these messages sound almost automated.

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. You have been Chosen to help fight the Ohm, a race of insectoid beings that are the destroyers of worlds.||

||You have been Chosen as champions of life, as protectors of the worlds and peoples that are left. The others are waiting for you. They will explain everything.||


She will tell you nothing more. Your answers lie with these "others" she speaks of.

[identity profile] sent-herself.livejournal.com 2010-01-02 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Oop!"

Mulan tumbles out of a pod and comes to as fast as her militarily-sharpened reflexes will let her . . . which means it still takes her a minute of rubbing her head and getting a sense of herself to completely come to.

"Where's here?"

It isn't until she reaches up to brush some of the slime off her arms that she thinks to look down -

Ahh! Naked! And there are people around her! Male people!

. . . and it looks like at least one dragon!

But no! She will not flip out! She is a soldier of China, and she will act accordingly! And keep her dignity, even while naked in front of strangers!

"Is this a training exercise?"

[identity profile] almostluver.livejournal.com 2010-01-02 08:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Gos se." Inara muttered as she slowly pushed herself up into a sitting position. How much of that Scotch had she had the night before? She took in a slow breath, hoping to alleviate her pounding head, but it didn't help any...

More so when she finally opened her eyes and looked around. Her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat. Opening her mouth to say something, she found that she couldn't. She didn't know what to say, who to call out for. She had no idea where she was.

"Hwun dan!" She suddenly yelled. Damn him! He'd just dropped her off on some God forsaken place!!! Left her...apparently covered in slime... And naked....? OK, now this wasn't something that Mal would do to her, ever. That much she was certain of.

"Mal? Kaylee?" she tentatively called out as she pushed to her feet, frantically looking around for anyone she might know. She'd even be happy to see Jayne at this point.

And that's when she heard the voice and she began to understand.

[identity profile] dummkopf-fest.livejournal.com 2010-01-03 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Displeased was putting Medic's current mood lightly. Surely he could blame this on the fact BLU had decided to celebrate and the Demoman had shared his scrumpy for once. Usually a night of drinking didn't end with him naked covered in god knows what.

The voice reminded him too much of the Announcer. Why did it have to be a woman's voice? He rubbed his temples in irritation before wandering elsewhere. Maybe he'd find the rest of his team; he could feel the schadenfreude already if they were here as well.

[identity profile] polite-riceball.livejournal.com 2010-01-04 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
The new and unfamiliar surroundings were more than startling, the room glowed a greenish-ish light with a strange feeling against her skin that was under it. Her eyes still adjusted to the light of the strange place, she could hear voices, almost like echoing voices just outside the door...or so she thought it was a door, she couldn't really tell all too much.

For a moment or so, she laid alone in the dark silence, her mind going back to what she could remember. She remembered falling, extremely quickly too, from the ground. The sound of thunder, or she thought it was thunder, and then there was pain and white light that was then followed by a soothing darkness. After that…there was nothing. Lifting herself from the ground slowly, looking around the darkness, feeling her lower lip quivering, even though she heard the motherly voice, this voice wasn't her mother.

"Where am I?" she shivered, feeling the cold goo substance on her body. It smelled bad. The floor felt strange, but she had no will to move. She was scared. She wanted to go home and most of all, she wanted some clothing.



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