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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.
--
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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"I'm sure we can find your device. Let's go look for it desu!"
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She closed her eyes for a moment and reached to see if she could sense the device.
There was something muffled up ahead.
"I guess forward is the only way to go."
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"So what's Rising Phoenix like? Is he or she a nice device?"
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Kala shrugged lightly.
"She used the be Raging Phoenix and was all protective and summoning, but I can't do summoning at all. That was...Farliana's specialty. She gave Raging Phoenix to me when she died and I couldn't even heal her to save her life. Risingtide was other other mage's device and when it became clear that Phoenix wasn't going to be able to do what was required they linked so she could. It's really complex, I guess, but at least I can be offensive when the need arises, right? I just...can't use certain functions unless I have no other choice. And sometimes things don't even work at all, though she does her best."
We do our best to help people, every day, Kala thought, keeping her eyes out for anything else that might make a sudden move. Being caught unawares by tentacles was one thing, but being caught again? That was weakness and she wasn't supposed to be weak or afraid or...alotta other things.
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"Your device must be proud of your actions desu, to have linked with another so willingly," said Rein, smiling widely at Kala. "I know I have trouble sharing Signum with Agito lately."
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Kala brushed a tangle of hair from her face and looked sheepish.
"I guess I ought to follow my own advice and stop being scared of heights."
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Kala paused to brush her fingers over a section of what looked like closed units.
"Are these lockers?" She peered into the room, which still had a few people gathering items and her expression changed from seriousness to bright joy. Rising Phoenix was sure to be here!
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"The road to becoming an Enforcer is hard work, but an obtainable goal, and to protect everyone the most powerful strength one can have." said Rein solemnly as she found the row of lockers as well. "I sense a device in this direction. Come on!"
And the little device flitted off down in the direction she felt the pulse of a device coming from.
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Kala cut herself off so she could run faster, dodging a person or two quickly as she homed in on the particular resonance that said it was most definitely Rising Phoenix. It was like being around the corner from home and she knew she never feel safer, despite everything, than when she had her device in hand.
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Stopping near a locker, she pointed. "There! That's got to be it desu!"
That's when she noticed something to the side and gasped. "MY BAG!"
Flitting over, she opened it and squealed. "Everything's here desu! Except for my clothing BUT EVERYTHING'S HERE! Even my bed!"
With a little effort, she lifted the bag into the air. "Hayate's Bag Get-O Desu!"
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came the slightly distorted voice of her Intelligent Device.
"No, not yet. Run a diagnostic first." She listened to Rein and managed a quick grin as she found her bag. The worried expression she kept trying to not let show flickered across her face. "I want to know how you're functioning since we're in some...strange place. Okay?"
Kala shivered and leaned her back into the wall after fastening Rising Phoenix around her neck. Her fingers never left it and when that minute was up, she remembered to breathe again.
Kala's fingers tightened slightly and she murmured a soft engage.
A moment later and she was clad in her white and gold armor, her hair settling around her shoulders as she checked over her equipment--the white jewels in her gloves flashed and then quieted to a soft glow. There was no telling what lie beyond this place and it was better to be prepared. She turned to find Rein and grinned.
"That's one good thing then," she said with a nod.
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Floating up with her bag-house in her hands, she smiled at Kala and said, "Want to find out where everyone else is going? Seems like they're gathering and I could definitely learn what's going on desu."
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Honestly, she'd be fine up in the air if she focused, too. It was just the coming down that would be horribly embarrassing. It always was, without fail, a terrible conclusion.
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She picked up her bag again and said, "Shall we?" gesturing towards the flow of people who were headed for the meet and greet areas of the ship.
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She was already moving after the line, her jaw set.
"For now, I guess we need to make sure we know what's going on. Then we can figure the rest out as we go along."
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"All right, let's mingle. We should be able to find out what's going on first!" exclaimed Rein.