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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.
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[personal profile] chosenfamily 2010-01-01 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Alien snot is probably NOT the worst thing that Sam's ever woken up in. Really, his job is just a little too messy. "Ugh," he manages, pushing himself to his feet and looking around. "Dean?" If he was here, Dean had to be close by, right?
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[personal profile] greennotgold 2010-01-01 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
At first, Fletcher was disoriented. He'd just been talking with Russel, going over the finer points of a possible irrigation system for the town, and now he found himself somewhere strange. Covered in an unknown substance, something disgusting and slimy; he tried to wipe it from his face, but his hands and arms were just as gooey.

And he was naked.

And there was someone else here, someone who definitely wasn't Russel. A woman, and she was naked too. Despite the complete weirdness of the situation, Fletcher hadn't lost his manners. He looked down to avoid seeing anything he shouldn't.

[identity profile] pocketloli.livejournal.com 2010-01-01 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
A very small pod lurched open like a chrysalis as a tiny form squelched from it, dropping to the floor with a loud thump for it's size. Wet, covered in large balls of sticky goo, a little tiny form the size of barely ten inches coughed up and spat out a large yak of that stuff.

"Eeeeew desu~!" exclaimed the tiny little blue haired woman, looking up at the pods with a startled gaze. "Anyone? Anyone here? Hello? I'm all alone and cold desu~!"

[identity profile] watchwith3hands.livejournal.com 2010-01-01 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
The scrawny Brazilian man slid out of his pod and flopped to the floor. He was surprisingly calm as he wiped the goo from his eyes and listened to the voice in his head. Waking up in places he hadn't fallen asleep in was a startlingly normal occurrence in his life. He usually got to keep his skivvies, though. The goo was new, as well. The chosen thing threw him, though. He was already a chosen... guy. Dragon. Whatever.

He climbed to his feet and tried to flick a bit of the goo off his hands. He'd like to know where he was, but first, he needed some underwear.

[identity profile] dis-courageous.livejournal.com 2010-01-01 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Wet Feathers.

Wet, slimy feathers, clinging to his face and arms and the scaly caps of his legs. Komali flopped out of his pod like a newborn chick, then did the first thing that occurred to him; screaming like one.

"PAPA?! QUILL?! MIDLI?!" No reply, he wiped some goo out of his eyes and sat up. Sniffling, arms wrapped around himself, and clearly one unhappy little bird, he peeped the beginning of a Ruto's version of tears, "A—anybody help?"

[identity profile] yubyubcommander.livejournal.com 2010-01-01 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Wedge is naked. Wedge is naked and covered in slime. This is not a good start, considering he was sleeping in his own berth last night. He took in a deep, gasping breath and wiped some of the goo from his eyes and hair, glancing around the room. This was not good...

[identity profile] browncoatdevil.livejournal.com 2010-01-01 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
The echos of shells falling about them still echoed in the sleeping woman's ears. She could still hear the sounds of men and women yelling at each other as she passed orders down the line. Hold the position. Don't shoot until the enemy was close. Fill that hole so-and-so was down. By reflex her hand twitched as she slept where her rifle should have been. But.. it wasn't.

Sounds of other noises that hadn't been in the Valley started to filter through and before she knew it her whole world shifted on its edge as sound of slime hitting the floor before she even managed to do so jolted her awake. Gwen gasped, coughing as she opened eyes that felt like they hadn't been used in to long glancing about finding herself somewhere she wasn't supposed to be. Shaking limbs pressed her back flush against the pod she had just exited from that acidic taste in her mouth and smell in her nose bringing back a rush of emotion all at once. It was all she could do to keep the muddy water and small amounts of moldy protein bars in her stomach. "Wŏ de mā hé tā de fēngkuáng de wàisheng dōu.."

She'd get to the whole 'chosen' and 'fight the Ohm' once she was sure she wasn't going to throw up on anyone.

[identity profile] voiceofserenity.livejournal.com 2010-01-01 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Dinner with the crew was normally full of laughter and loud noises, and sometimes a good grog, but Kaylee didn't remember ever feeling this sluggish after a good night with her friends. There was something slimy, and she momentarily wondered if one of the pipes had busted open again before she actually opened her eyes and looked around.

This was definitely not Serenity.

Swearing silently, Kaylee pushed her (now obviously very naked and covered in goop) self up. The chamber was massive--she couldn't make out any kind of end. Noise nearby caught her attention before she got too good of a look, though. A little boy, by himself and just as goop-covered. Poor thing looked to be as lost as she was.

She did her best to smile for the little guy. "Hey, sweetie, you ain't hurt or anythin', are ya?"

[identity profile] twin-fans.livejournal.com 2010-01-01 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Waking up naked and covered with goo, with a woman speaking in his head. Kazami snorts, blowing ooze from his nostrils as he narrows his eyes and listens, he's not alone. There are several others he can hear walking, talking. They're frightened, most of them. Confused.

There are children sounding like that.

He grits his teeth and stands, testing his muscles. A little sore, from being in one position for too long, but he can stand. And he can follow the way to the light, making sure that everything's safe up ahead.

He'll be damned if there are frightened kids exploring the unknown. There may not be a call for a Kamen Rider, but that doesn't mean it's safe.

[identity profile] callmeotterpop.livejournal.com 2010-01-01 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Bobby was used to the being naked thing. He spent lots of time in his ice form, which basically made clothing obsolete. But being forced out of a pod, covered in slime? That was new, even to the X-Man. He shook his head as he heard the voice.

"Great, a telepathic ship. Just my luck." He turned his body into ice and started to head down the hall.
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[personal profile] governorkang 2010-01-01 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Kang coughed and snorted, managing to get the... whatever it was that he was covered with out of his nose, and pushed himself to his feet. Where the hell was he, and where had his armor gone? Disoriented, it took him a moment to notice the human male nearby, also naked and covered in the slime, and cursing under his breath in Nerakese, he tried to get his wings unstuck from his back.

"You have any idea what the hell is going on here?"

[identity profile] quark-assassin.livejournal.com 2010-01-01 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh god, this couldn’t be good.

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.

[identity profile] browncoatdevil.livejournal.com 2010-01-01 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
The trying not to throw up thing.. hadn't worked exactly. Which is why a minutes later the red headed, rather naked woman, walked along the rows of pods with her arms crossed over her chest. It wasn't so much as that Gwen wasn't okay with the whole not clothed thing. After five years in the military you got over your bashful streak rather fast. She still felt like crap and being covered in goo was not helping.

Spotting the other man the Browncoat stopped allowing sharp green eyes to study him before calling out. "Hey... seems you're in th' same boat I am. Any idea where in th' gorram hell we are?"
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[personal profile] chosenfamily 2010-01-01 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Sam jumped, because that absolutely wasn't Dean's voice. He turned, wishing he had a weapon of some kind.

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."

[identity profile] chozo-precursor.livejournal.com 2010-01-01 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Gray instinctively shifted his weight, groping the air in front of him to grab at his weapon -- it took him all of one second to realize it wasn't there. It took another for him to realize his armor wasn't either. Less than one more to realize something had gone very wrong. He was not where he had been before.

He stumbled over, looking around. He ran a hand over his body, trying to straighten out his feathers -- he briefly noted the state of his body, before looking out at the numerous pods. ... ...he quickly managed to conclude that the state he was in was because he'd just come out of one.

"Where...?" He quickly began running the structure he was in against memories of places he'd been before. He didn't come up with anything.

[identity profile] youngsoldat.livejournal.com 2010-01-01 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
This is pretty horrible. Erwin looks around in bewilderment, covered in alien goo and also very, very naked. His hair is cut short and he's fit - built like a soldier in fact, although he might be a bit undernourished. Bobby, however, seems to be made of ice and for a moment he just stares, sure he's hallucinating, "What the Hell are you? Where the-? What's going on here?"

His voice, even thought it's technically being translated, still carries a German accent. And he's quite sure this has to be some sort of horrible nightmare.
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[personal profile] chosenfamily 2010-01-01 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not Gary," said a...similarly underdressed man nearby. A very tall, undressed man. "You okay there?"
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[personal profile] greennotgold 2010-01-01 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Without looking up, he shook his head. Despite the warm temperature of the cavern, he was trembling. Covered in some mysterious substance, standing on a floor that was... almost definitely pulsing under his feet. He'd caught a glimpse of the pods before averting his gaze. There were more people inside them, more than he could count.

"Where are we?" was all he asked. He didn't know whether or not she would have an answer, but it was better to ask. He might learn something.

[identity profile] yubyubcommander.livejournal.com 2010-01-01 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Wedge frowned, turning towards the young woman. She seemed to have awoken in a similar manner, and was willing to at least try and help him figure out what was going on. That's a good first step. A good second step would be finding a kriffing blaster and maybe a commlink.

"I have no idea. It's nothing like I've ever seen that's for sure..." He coughed and wiped a hand across his mouth, clearing some of that disgusting goo.

"Wedge Antilles, New Republic Starfighter Command..." He offered a hand; no need to be too obvious about who he was. Being in the military did tend to make you less bashful, even around the fairer sex. "What's your name?"

[identity profile] magetrouble.livejournal.com 2010-01-01 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Audis turned, a slim smile tugging at her lips and Kala knew it was going to be one of those days. The kind of day where she was up in the air for so long it didn't make sense when she came down again. Sometimes, she was pretty graffing sure the woman was going out of her way to make her lose every last shred of food she'd ever eaten. So far, nothing had worked, and Kala was still scared of heights.

"Half a minute!" Kala called as Audis slammed the transport spell in place. "Audis! Just. Give me a moment!
AUDIS."

"," came the familiar tones of her Intelligent Device, Rising Phoenix. A second later, with Audis still grinning, there was a brilliant white light.


That light ended with Kala in a pile of goop, coughing and sliding as she worked her way to her feet, naked and defiant. That woman was going to kill her. She reached for Rising Phoenix and found...nothing. Her teeth grit and her white hair damp, she growled under her breath. Ohm. Insects. She hated insects. And spiders. Mostly spiders. And what the gafting hell was going on and why was she suddenly chosen for something. Again. She didn't want to be chosen. She wanted to be...to be home with her brother. With tea. Or at least doing what Farla told her she ought to do.

And where was Rising Phoenix? The last thing she needed was to...to somehow explode. Or completely screw up without a device around to help. She followed the lights and her eyes bugged when the tentacles tried to snatch her. No.

No, no, no. No tentacle-things. Her hand closed around the end of one as it went to snag her. LET ME GO. An uncontrolled burst of wind gathered around her as she let out an extremely loud mental howl.

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[personal profile] governorkang 2010-01-01 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
This human was a fighter. Kang could tell by the way he moved. Raising his hands to show that he didn't mean any harm, he cocked his head to one side slightly, "You don't know of draconians?" Strange. Pretty much every human on Krynn had at least heard of his kind. The bozak hadn't quite made the connection of humans existing on other worlds yet, as before that voice in his mind, he hadn't even thought that others even existed.

"I am Kang."

[identity profile] wanderer-alone.livejournal.com 2010-01-01 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Lone thought dying would be less sticky. Mind you, it could be the radiation sickness, but she didn't think she'd feel so...healthy.

And she certainly didn't think that she'd hear anyone else.

"You're not alone," Lone calls out, while wiping some of the goo from her eyes.

[identity profile] browncoatdevil.livejournal.com 2010-01-01 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Gwen was rather on the scrawny side, underweight with dark circles slightly under her eyes. While sleep had been there in her pod or whatever the place called them, there were months worth to catch up on from having run near empty for the last couple of weeks. "Ain't Independent ship that's for sure. Fleet ain't got nothin' like this hidden from th' Alliance.."

Swallowing hard the red headed woman looked back to Wedge from where her eyes had been examining the cavern they were in. There were millions of those pods about all designed in such a way she felt like she was nothing but an inch tall- just a speck in a grander scheme. Not that she was the religious sort any more. At his offered hand she took it, calloused fingers weakly shaking his. "Gwen MacKenzie, 501st Cavalry Regiment. Independent Army."

[identity profile] pocketloli.livejournal.com 2010-01-01 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Rein floated into the air, looking for the source of the voice and floated over. "Oh, you're here too? Where is here? What am I doing here? I need Hayate-chan... desu~!"

Rein was on the verge of panic and the little device was making a little pouty face.
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[personal profile] chosenfamily 2010-01-01 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Sam shook his head slowly. "Not unless draconians are a type of demon. Which, if they were, I'm pretty sure I would have come across them before now." He pulled himself up to his full height, not really used to having to look UP at people. "Sam. Sam Winchester."

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