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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] youngsoldat.livejournal.com 2010-01-01 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"What exactly is a mutant-? Look, I am not trying to start a fight!" Erwin raised his hands slowly, although he was carefully sizing up the ice-man in case he did need to fight him, "I just want to know where I am and why I am talking to a man from ice!"

[identity profile] callmeotterpop.livejournal.com 2010-01-01 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"You don't know..." Bobby stopped and let the ice fade away. He smiled a bit and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well sorry bud. I'm had bad experiences with people addressing me like that. So I kinda jumped to all the wrong conclusions." He shrugged a bit.

"A mutant is, well a human but with a special gene that gives us special abilities. Science from my world divided the two races though, so Homo Sapien became one race and Homo Superior became a secondary race. My power allows me to turn my body into living ice." Among other things. But Bobby wasn't going to tell a complete stranger that. Even if he didn't care. Not like he couldn't fight the guy, if he couldn't he'd let Domino use him for target practice.

[identity profile] youngsoldat.livejournal.com 2010-01-01 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"...ah." Erwin blinked. That really sounded like something out of an American comic book. He offered a wary smile and stepped forward, extending a hand in greeting, "...well, I suppose that makes some sense, but biology was never my strong suit in school! And... well, I have never of such a thing, I am afraid. Are... uh... people with your powers very common? Still! I am Oberschütze Erwin Fischer. Pleased to meet you."

[identity profile] callmeotterpop.livejournal.com 2010-01-01 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"More of a math and accounting guy myself. But my best friend was a huge brain, so I got some really nasty lectures about all sorts of things. Some of which I actually remember." He laughed a bit and grasped the hand. "Bobby Drake. And no, well not anymore. We're an endangered species. Only about a hundred of us left in the whole world."

[identity profile] youngsoldat.livejournal.com 2010-01-01 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mathematics? Ah, I was decent at that sort of thing - my father said I needed some of that - but I always loved reading literature," Erwin replied, giving Bobby's hand a firm, respectful shake, as he'd been taught. His expression sobered. Despite the near-impossibility of the story, he could sympathize still, "I am sorry to hear that."

[identity profile] callmeotterpop.livejournal.com 2010-01-02 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Well I had to major in something, and I've always been good with numbers. So it worked for me." He shrugged a bit, and his eyes got a bit hard. "Don't. Even if there was a lot to it, it's over and done with. No fixing it. So don't apologize." He didn't want to talk about it anyways.

[identity profile] youngsoldat.livejournal.com 2010-01-02 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
Erwin nodded solemnly, "I understand."

He glance up at the pod caverns, "I... suppose that we had best find out what is going on around here. I've never seen anything like this before... It's so inhuman."

[identity profile] callmeotterpop.livejournal.com 2010-01-02 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Nah I know the Inhumans. I don't think they've ever created something like this. Though I wouldn't put it past them." Bobby smiled a bit and looked around. "I've been some strange places, seen the end of the world, met the four horsemen, vampires, aliens, ghosts, gods... I've been dead, came back to life, and a hundred thousand other things, but this is new to me."

[identity profile] youngsoldat.livejournal.com 2010-01-02 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
It takes Erwin a moment to get that the Inhumans are apparently a group of people. He blinks and shakes it off, "...you... have led an itneresting life. Although, many of those things seem impossible! Old legends and stories... The worst I have done is gone off to war."

He shakes his head slowly, "Still, there must be some way to explain all of this."

[identity profile] callmeotterpop.livejournal.com 2010-01-02 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
"My world was very strange. One of my good friends, was Hercules. Well is Hercules. From the Greek myths. Guy was a blast though. Always got us into some trouble or other." He shook his head. "I've seen war, I've seen death, I've seen it all." He sighed and looked around.

"Magic." Bobby shrugged a bit and laughed. "I'm not a scientist, so I can't go into details. But if this ship was picking up the best from our worlds, then I'm sure Hank's here somewhere. We find him, and I'm sure he'll be able to give us a real explanation."