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Entry tags:
- !!shipwide announcement,
- !!stacy,
- !location: pod caverns,
- !plot: pod release,
- blin,
- bobby drake,
- daja kisubo,
- dustin silver,
- erwin fischer,
- fletcher tringham,
- gray voice,
- greta hayes,
- gwen mackenzie,
- hisk longwing,
- inara serra,
- kadaj,
- kala fierro,
- kang,
- kaylee frye,
- kazami shiro,
- komali,
- lash,
- lone wanderer,
- lyle norg,
- matrim cauthon,
- mulan,
- nicholas d. wolfwood,
- rei vargas,
- reinforce zwei,
- renne,
- russel tringham,
- sam winchester,
- scarlet witch,
- shinzon,
- stephanie brown,
- surge,
- tohru honda,
- vivio takamachi,
- wedge antilles
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.
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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.
||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:
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 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.
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"You have any idea what the hell is going on here?"
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And then just staring because...what the hell?
"Umm. No," he said after a moment, brow furrowing. "I was going to ask what the hell are you, but I've seen a lot of stuff from Hell and none of it looked like you."
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"I am Kang."
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He looked around, snout wrinkling at the scents, and his wings rustled uneasily as he realized that they were in something alive. And, there are lights that seem to be leading them somewhere. "What is this Chosen crap?"
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Sam grimaced and shook his head. "No idea." He'd heard it. But he wasn't sure he believed any of it. Or wanted to believe it yet.
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You have been Chosen as champions of life, as protectors of the worlds and peoples that are left.
He didn't like the sounds of that.
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And, frankly, Sam was so over the Chosen thing it wasn't even funny.
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Dustin’s eyes flashed open. They had trouble focusing; his head was swimming with confusion, his sense of motion was completely thrown off, his mouth tasted annoyingly salty…and what exactly was he supposed to be focusing on, anyways? Was there anything in front of him? Was he even standing up?
No, he was face-first into the ground. That swirling pattern in front of him was some sort of disturbed, viscous fluid. Actually he was covered in it—and he wasn’t clothed.
“Hnnnnnng…” was the first thing he said; there was no need to say anything else, because that was the extent of his thoughts right now. Well, other than: ”…But I thought I upgraded the ASIS to purge my system if I consumed too much alcohol…?”
And, as an afterthought: “Well I’ve had worse nights I guess.”
He didn’t think there was anyone else around; as far as Dustin knew he was in the back alley behind his current residence, since that was the last place he went to the previous time he’d been drunk stupid. Then again, it was a lot warmer than he remembered…
And where the hell were his clothes? And who was—did someone just call his name? No, it wasn’t quite right…
Oh, if the guys pulled some prank on him he was gonna be pissed…
“Come on Gary, this isn’t funny!” Dustin yelled into the unusually squishy ground, deciding that he wasn’t going to try standing up just yet. Not like he couldn’t, mind you, he just didn’t feel like it.
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More out of confusion than anything, Dustin lifted his head. For the first time he got a fully glimpse of what was around him—including the lower half of a naked gooey guy standing in front of him.
He blinked a few times. Maybe if he did all of this would go away. Not surprisingly it didn’t.
“Then who the hell are you?” Dustin asked bluntly, craning his neck sharply back to get a better idea of who he was talking to. And no, he doesn’t need your help, so keep your grubby hands off. The glare plastered along his scarred face should be enough to say that.
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Seriously, though, Sam crouches down a few feet away, hands in front of anything that could be embarrassing for both of them. "I'm Sam. You are?"
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Eh, it didn’t matter. They were all naked in this together.
“Dustin,” the emaciated and heavily marred person grunted back, carefully propping himself onto his right arm—the only one that wanted to work for him right now. The goo obviously hadn’t done anything beneficial concerning the nerve connections to his prosthetic.
“Guessing from the fact that you are also without clothes and covered in gasoline-like amniotic fluid, you don’t know what the #($@ is going on either, eh?”
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"Not a clue," he said with a shake of his head. "Though given that nobody's tried to kill us, yet, it can't be that bad."
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“Just how long have you been up and around?”
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'Kidnapped' sounded like the best thing to describe this situation as. Therefore, Dustin would treat it as such.
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…Not that he wasn’t going to take the hint, though. The short and really perturbed man grudgingly began following the marked out path.
“What I wanna know is what kind of sick bastard built this place,” Dustin muttered mostly to himself, looking around at the pods, “I mean seriously, this place must be tens, if not hundreds of stories tall…and is everyone in stasis? What kind of generator is this guy using? He'd need to have, like, infinite resources to power the thing."
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Weirder things had happened.
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