cityship: (Stacy--Main AI)
cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92009-03-12 01:15 am

Why now?

It was the worst possible time for it. The crew was about to be embroiled in a battle for their lives. Half of them were infested with alien parasites and restrained in MedBay.

||Pod Release Protocols Initating,|| Stacy's familiar voice sounded out to all the podmates.

In the Pod Caverns, there were the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.

There was condensation and mist spraying out from cracks in the pods, as the people inside slid out onto the floors, covered in slime.

Pop. Poppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiissss.

[identity profile] pie-bitches.livejournal.com 2009-03-12 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
Dean just sort of lays there for a second, blinking, and then he sits up, looking grossed out. What the hell?

"... Ew." He grumbles, trying to wipe the slime off his arm.

[identity profile] pie-bitches.livejournal.com 2009-03-12 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
Right, so Dean's all in one piece, and very naked. He doesn't mind the naked bit, really, that's easily fixable, and even if it's not, clothes are not his number one priority anyway. Where he is, however, is what he needs to know, closely followed by where Sam is.

The glowing pods are weird, but it's mostly the warm, humid feeling in the room that creeps him out. For the moment, he ignores both that and the people around him, and shouts:

"Sam! Hey, Sam!" He pauses, then louder, "SAMMY!"

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[identity profile] spoilerpatrol.livejournal.com 2009-03-12 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
River has had worse days. She can think of a few of them off the top of her head, but usually she's given some warning about them, instead of waking up as she tumbles out of a pod and to the floor, gasping softly and catching herself on hands and knees before she hits the floor too hard. The floor... which is pulsing.

Introsen. She was supposed to be at the caves with Jarod and Claudia, and this- is not- Introsen. Not by any stretch of the imagination.

She pushes herself to her feet slowly, shaking off what appears to be some sort of organic slime with a grimace, pushing her hair from her face though some of it sticks to her forehead. "Worse days," she reminds herself softly as she glances around the room, making note of the shapes inside the pods surrounding her. "I've had worse days." But at least then she had some idea where she was, and what the hell was going on.

[identity profile] i-am-that-jerk.livejournal.com 2009-03-12 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
"ORGANIC GOO! I'm covered in organic goo!" Sentinel Prime ran flailing through the chamber, all other thought functions overridden. He didn't dare transform. Who KNOWS where that could get more of this goo into his servos?!

"Wasp! You filthy traitor! I'll get you for this!" Sentinel pulled out his disinfectant canisters and began spraying himself down.

[identity profile] deputyjo.livejournal.com 2009-03-12 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
Josephina 'Jo' Lupos groaned and slowly pushed herself up into a kneeling position. Her nose suddenly scrunched up as the warm muggy air of the room enveloped her body. "What the...??" She muttered as her eyes flickered open and she tried to take in her surroundings.


She didn't recognize where she was... Pulsating lights?! Was she somewhere inside of Global Dynamics? She had to be, because she had never seen anywhere like this in the town. "OK Fargo!" She called out. "This isn't funny...."


She went to reach into her pants pocket for her phone, though instead of feeling the material of her pants, she instead got a handful of slimy goop. OK, so this was not good. Her brows furrowed and she looked down at herself and a single eyebrow arched. Naked. No clothes. Fargo was so dead, and Carter too.

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[identity profile] potentialmonkey.livejournal.com 2009-03-12 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
Ron's first reaction? "....WHY DO I KEEP LOSING MY PANTS?!"

Rufus just uttered and "Eww." and tried to shake the slime off of himself.

[identity profile] i-am-that-jerk.livejournal.com 2009-03-12 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Sentinel tip-toed his way towards the nearest life-form, trying not to expose himself to any more of the goo that seemed to be scattered about this place.

"You there, sim-- ple..." His voice cut off and he gasped as he finally had drawn close enough to see the size of it. It was like the ones from Earth, but massive! It was as gangly as the ninja drop-out in Optimus' crew, but still, it would loom over the organics of Earth.

He cleared his throat. "Attention, giant organic!" He spoke slowly, having recalled that organics could be easily agitated. "I, Sentinel Prime, on behalf of Cybertron and the Autobot Elite Guard, demand to know what this location is!"

[identity profile] anaturaltalent.livejournal.com 2009-03-12 08:13 am (UTC)(link)
Kaylee was in Serenity's engine room. She is certain of that. She was working on the fuel oxygenator, and the intake valves (all covered in gunk, they were, needed cleaning before they got plugged, made 'em fall out of the sky), and she got a bit tired, so she curled up in her hammock.

And now she's fallen, and her first instinct is to scramble for her feet to find out why Serenity's jostlin' like that... and she slips and falls again. Not Serenity's engine room. She's covered in something sticky and goo-like...

And she's naked. Shiny. She pulls her knees up to her chest to cover up for modesty's sake, at least for now, and wipes the goo out of her eyes, and starts trying to get the worst of it out of her hair.

Questions can come after she's a little less... drippy.

[identity profile] withteethbared.livejournal.com 2009-03-12 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
An animal slides loose from the pod, saturated with slime and rapidly regaining consciousness. A pair of yellow eyes snap open, a soft growl rising in the throat with waking confusion.

The smell is wrong. That's what jolts the wolf awake fully. Bella jumps to her feet, growling and dripping with something she can't identify in a place that is unknown to her, and instantaneously mad as all hell about it. She shakes herself, which doesn't too much about the ooze but helps the sudden adrenaline and spike of Garou Rage in waking her up.

"WHERE AM I?!" she snarls, ears flat to her skull and pelt about as bristled as it can get while it's slicked down with pod goo.

[identity profile] helipack-jack.livejournal.com 2009-03-12 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"EEAAAAHHHHHGGGG!!!" Jack screams. Girlishly. He's naked, scared, and covered in slime. Altogether not a good combination. Even worse, he doesn't have his helipack or any Shen Gong Wu on him.

This is going to be a very long day.
faceofboeshane: (okay - WHAT?)

[personal profile] faceofboeshane 2009-03-13 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
Jack wakes up. That in itself is weird enough -- sleep isn't something that happens to him without warning, these days. The fact that he's naked, on the floor, covered in goo, and inside a room that seems strangely alive...

"You know," he says conversationally, "I've had dates that ended like this, but they're usually the sort of thing I remember." His tone seems genial enough, but there's a snarl buried just under the surface. He'd been in the Hub, and the fact that he's suddenly here means one hell of a security breach.

Someone has a great deal to answer for.

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[identity profile] mysyringe.livejournal.com 2009-03-13 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
Among the pods cracking open is Rika. She wakes slowly, eyes slipping open to find herself thoroughly encased in slime. Her long dark blue hair is even matted down with it and stuck to her bare back.

She stands, holding her hands out in front of her as her lips twist into a frown. For now, the typical Rika mask she wears has rapidly slid out of place. "What is this.."

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"Where am I?" Mustang looked around the room, squinting through the layer of hair that was plastered to his face with what resembled the slime from a gigantic slug or perhaps a chimera. The air was warm, in stark contrast to the crisp breeze of the outpost where he had been... at least, to the best of his memory. "And why am I naked?"

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[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_man_of_steel_/ 2009-03-13 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
The last he remembered...he died.

Lois was standing over him...crying. He had FINALLY beaten that...monster. "Doomsday", the press had called him. But he knew he expended everything he had.

Lois was crying. His eyes closes.

Now...he feels like he just came out of the craft that brought him to Earth.

He looks around...covered in slime, naked and confused. Was this...

"Where..."

[identity profile] shinichimigi.livejournal.com 2009-03-13 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
Shinichi isn't happy about being slimy and naked. Migi isn't either, but he doesn't wake up until a few minutes later, so he misses some of the intial discomfort. Both of them are trying to figure out where they are and what's going on.

"Looks like a space ship. And some really strange passengers. At least we'll fit in" Migi says, twisting to look around as best he can without disconnecting at the moment.

"Perhaps your kind have attempted a more forceful kind of invasion?"

"Nah, we don't have space ships, we're just concerned with surviving where we're already at."

Shinichi, or Shin, is concerned that his father will worry about him. He wants to find a way back home.

[identity profile] shes-intense.livejournal.com 2009-03-18 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Brenda feels her head smack against the floor. At first she thinks she just fell down. That sort of thing happens when you're walking sometimes. She must have tripped.

But the last time she tripped and fell she ended up exactly where she was before, only on the ground. Right now? Right now she's inside some structure on a smooth floor, not on the sidewalk as she would have expected. She's also apparently gone from clothed to naked, from clean to covered in some kind of slime, and from sane to bat-shit crazy. (That last one is the only explanation she can come up with for the first three).

It takes her a long horrible moment of pinching herself and horrified-ly wiping slime off of her body to realize that she's not hallucinating due to an embarrassingly acquired head injury.

Okay. No. Don't panic. This probably has something to do with superheroes or space aliens, which means Jaime probably knows about it, which means he'll figure out how to find her and bring her home from... wherever this is. Jaime's good for that kind of thing. All of her friends are...

...yeah, she's still pretty scared.

"This is like the Mother Box thing all over again, but SO much grosser." Brenda tries to wipe her face off more and get a better look around. "God what IS this place? There better not be slime covered ewoks anywhere in here or someone's going to die."