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[cityship]

Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.

There was condensation and mist spraying out from cracks in oblong glowing things that were clustered along the floors and walls of the huge, ancient-looking caverns.

For now, the ones that were cracking were the closest to the floor, but perhaps later, the figures sliding out of the pods would be sliding out onto the slimy walkways and platforms above.

Pop. Poppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiissss.

There was light, and unconscious minds breaking through the top of the briny, harsh waters of consciousness, as their bodies did similarly and broke free from the pods, sliding to the floor, shivering in pools of slime.

Once the temporary blindness that some of them had passed, and once they were free of their sleepy stupors: somebody had some splainin' to do.

But there would be no explanations, as the only thing that could explain was only watching, silently, almost as a mother would look at their child right after it was born.

Pop. KASCHUNKhissss.

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[notyourmudfoot.livejournal.com]

It should have worked. It really should have. Three geniuses, including his wonderful self, working together? What could have gone wrong?

Oh, how he hated those words.

The tesseracts opening randomly through the ship were bad enough, but then...

Now he was slimy and cold and and and...

And he was back on the Worldship. The fucking Magog Worldship.

Seamus Harper woke up screaming.

[cityship]

||Do you require assistance, Seamus Zelazny Harper?||

The calm, monotonous voice seemed to be coming from everywhere, and yet nowhere at the same time.

...yeah, it probably wasn't helping matters.

[psi-flames.livejournal.com]

He was gross. Absolutely gross.

That was the first thing that came to Jono's mind. He was gross and cold and he had a headache. The last thing he remembered was that Brent Jackson bloke coming to bring him into the Weapon X program. He got in the car and ended up...

Jono blinked his eyes a few times, reaching up to wipe slime and whatever out of his eyes. What the bloody hell?

[cityship]

||Do you require assistance, Jono Starsmore?||

Jono shouldn't be too unused to hearing voices in his head, now, should he?

[letrois.livejournal.com]

Moments - or maybe months - before, Faith had been on an airplane to London, and then there was some kind of a flash, or maybe like a flash turned inside out, and now -

Now she was naked on the floor, covered in demon snot. "What in the fucking - ew!" She tried to jump to her feet, but either she had a severe case of death-vertigo, or the place was moving, or the snot was extra slimy, but she just slid back down and smashed into the floor.

"Is this hell?" she muttered, looking around wildly for Ubervamps, demons, something to figure out where in the hell she was - literally and figuratively.

[cityship]

||This is not Hell, Faith Lehane.||

Calm and monotonous, the new voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.

||Do you require any assistance?||

[fluffinasuit.livejournal.com]

As the Doctor slowly became aware of things he stayed very, very still and, for a person who talked so much, very, very quiet. He listened, he felt, he smelled; and when no more information could be gained that way, he leapt to his feet.

Expression hard and stance angry, the Time Lord did what he always did in unknown situations: he asked. "Right. I'm assuming you're here because they're always there. Let's make this simple. Who are you, what are you, where am I, and what exactly have you done with my TARDIS?"

[cityship]

The answer came quite promptly.

||My name is--||

A sudden burst of emotions, such as maternal love, and duty, would flood the Doctor's mind.

||The closest pronunciation possible by human or most humanoid vocal chords is STA'C K'LTRRB'TXFT, though I am also known as Stacy.||

For the second question: ||I am Stacy.||

Ever so helpful, no?

For the others: ||You are in the Pod Caverns. Your TARDIS is elsewhere.||

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Skrulls... rumor had it there were skrulls in amidst the heroes. She thought Teddy had been acting a little strange of late, and then that battle.

But now she just had one question to ask.

"....What is this and why am I naked???"

[cityship]

||This is the Pod Caverns, Kate Bishop.|| a soothing, monotonous sort of voice answered. It didn't seem to come from anywhere in particular, it was more that the words had suddenly been there without being said. ||You are naked because clothing would have interfered with the life support within the pods.||

With the exception of the one that Kate had just fallen out of, the pods seemed undisturbed, content to cling fleshily to the walls, as far as the eye could see in the dim lighting of the cavern.

[ten-nyson.livejournal.com]

Two things ran through Benjamin Kirby Tennyson's mind after he was ejected from the pod and were promptly vocalized. The first thought, "OH GROSS! What is this stuff?!"

The second was vocalized several seconds after the previous. "...AND WHY AM I NAKED?!"

[cityship]

||The substance is bio status liquid, Benjamin Tennyson.|| a voice answered. It was a calm, monotonous voice, without any apparent origin. ||You are naked because clothing would interfere with the life support within the pods.||

What the voice meant by "pods" was readily apparent, what with the fleshy sacks clinging to the walls. One of them was punctured, hanging limp.

That one had been Ben's pod.

[anoldtrickster.livejournal.com]

Mr. Wednesday isn't really the sort to panic. That doesn't mean this isn't all tremendously disconcerting.

A long, painful groan escapes him - metaphysical as much as anything else. He straightens, ignoring the wound to his dignity. He's an old man, not that he quite measures age the same as anyone else, and not as fit as he once was, and his body reflects that.

There's the empty eye socket, too.

[cityship]

||Do you require assistance?||

The voice seemed to come from nowhere, and yet all around at the same time.

[st-aequitas.livejournal.com]

Murphy awoke naked, slimy, on the floor of somewhere he didn't know the fuck where, but most terrifyingly; not knowing where Connor was.

If it hadn't been for that last, he probably would have reacted a lot more calmly.

"FUCK! Fuck! Connor! Fuck! Connor! Where the fuck-?! Connor!"

[st-veritas.livejournal.com]

Connor, in turn, was just slightly slower than Murphy at waking; he dropped to the floor a short distance away, spluttering and confused.

"The hell? Fuck! Murph? Fuck!" He looked around frantically for his seemingly-absent twin.

[x-girl-pryde.livejournal.com]

Gross! Gross gross gross! Katharine "Kitty" Pryde shudders as she scrambles to get up to her feet.

She's naked.

And covered in slime.

And this totally isn't the Danger Room. She looks around. Right?

"Bobby? Rogue? Anyone?" She looks down. Still naked. And covered in slime. Oh...this has got to be a bad dream. "Anyone who might have my clothes? And a towel?"

[cityship]

||Those individuals are not here.|| said a calm and motherly voice in her head. ||Do you wish to be clothed at this time?||

[buddyofchrist.livejournal.com]

The man who lands in a heap on the podroom floor is of about medium-to-short height, wirily muscled, and has the dark tan of a desert dweller. He lays on the warm, pulsating floor only a moment before sitting up and looking around the podroom with the expression of one who suspected as of recently that he had, in fact, Seen It All, and is not pleasantly surprised to find himself corrected.

"Hmm. I think a situational assessment is in order." He eyes himself thoughtfully as globs of slime dripp off his nose and down his naked chest. "Wet - naked - and, yes, sticky." He runs a goo-covered arm across his goo-covered face, an act which removes about as much alien snot from his eye area as it reapplies. "If it wasn't for the Demon Intestine style decor, that would usually comprise about 75 percent of my "did something fun just happen" checklist."

Chalk up one more for the "unusual" category - he's speaking Aramaic. Thank goodness for universal translation engines, huh?

[cityship]

||Do you require assistance, Bar Alphaeus, Levi-who-is-called-Biff?||

Ah, disembodied voices. Always a good sign.

[found-myway.livejournal.com]

The boy with the scar fell from his pod and hit the ground running.

Well, steaming, to be more accurate.

Actually, Zuko hit the ground and was on his feet almost immediately, his internal body temperature rising to compensate for the sudden shock of the cold. He reached instinctively for the swords that weren't on his back, then began scraping his skin, slinging the goo off his skin furiously.

Situation? A minute ago, he was warm, and happy. Which is a big deal, because Zuko is never happy.

Now he's naked in an unfamiliar place and feeling like he just got sneezed on by the Avatar's bison.

The prince is not amused.

"WHAT IS GOING ON? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH ME?"

[cityship]

||You have been released from podsleep,|| a voice seemingly coming from nowhere said.

||You seem aggitated, Zuko. Would you like a mild sedative?||

[tamaranean.livejournal.com]

Under normal conditions, Princess Koriand'r of Tamaran, known as Starfire to the citizens of Earth, felt completely comfortable being naked. Even now, she lifted her golden, lithe body off of the pulsating ground beneath her, her long, orange-red waves dripping with slime, along with the rest of her tall, obviously powerful figure.

Her green, pupil-less eyes darted around her.

She didn't mind being naked.

What she minded was finding herself somewhere that obviously wasn't Earth.

Again.

After having just returned home.

Her hands started to glow with the power of her starbolt blasts.

She wouldn't shoot out.

Yet.

[buddyofchrist.livejournal.com]

As it turns out, "DAAAAYUM" sounds much the same in many languages.

"This may be a bad time or the perfect time to bring this up, but has anyone ever told you you have magnificent breasts?"

[lieutenantkara.livejournal.com]

Kara Thrace flailed and tumbled from her pod, splatting on the ground in a pile of goo, gasping and dazedly wide-eyed.

Her first instinct was to scream, and just keep on screaming until she didn't have any air left, and then possibly scream some more, for good measure.

After the fear, though, came anger. Waking naked and covered in slime in an alien ship was unfortunately nothing new to her.

"Frakking Cylon BASTARDS!" She shouted, trying to get her feet under her.

[cityship]

||There are no Cylons in this area, Kara Thrace,|| said a voice from nowhere.

[thexanwhosees.livejournal.com]

It had to be more of his awful, no good bad day.

It's the only way to explain why he was falling out, covered in slime, and can't see even out of his good eye. Seriously, he'd like to stop being fate's butt monkey. Please?

He blinked and his eye started to clear, and then got a good look at himself.

"Oh not this dream again! ...Wait, maybe it's like those nightmares, I should ask Buff about this...." He started to walk, and then stopped, trying to hunt for something to cover up with.

"Clothes first, then Slayer time."

[cityship]

A line of pustules on the floor by his feet started glowing, heading upwards through the dimly-lit cavern. Other pods like the one he'd just been ejected from crowded the walls.

||The Clothing Room is this way, Alexander Harris.|| a disembodied voice informed him.

[halfa-hero.livejournal.com]

Danny, luck in situations like these never being on his side, landed face first on the cavern floor, and woke up with a shout.

"GAH!"

Then he noticed he was covered in goop.

"GAH!"

And then he noticed he was naked.

"...eep."

[cityship]

||Daniel Fenton, your heart-rate indicated that you are distressed.|| echoed a voice in Danny's head.

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

Sam's eyes fluttered open as the last remnants of sleep began to fade and consciousness returned to the youngest Winchester. His nose crinkled, his face contorted in a sour expression as he sucked on his tongue, swallowing his saliva in an attempt to rid himself of the bitter, salty after-taste in his mouth. He blinked several times while his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room around him. The hazy green light that illuminated the room seemed to hang in the thick, muggy air around him.



Pushing down on the floor with his hand, Sam forced himself upright as his senses gradually awakened. His skin was slick and wet, covered in what felt like warm snot. His thick mop of brown hair, covered in the same snot-like residue, was plastered to his head with several strands cemented to his forehead.



His eyebrows knitted together as he looked around, confused, and tried to remember where he was. The last thing he remembered was falling into bed in the motel room he shared with his brother, Dean laying in the next bed, passed out and snoring. But this sure as hell wasn't the motel room.

Just then, Sam felt something move against the palm of his hand. Jerking his hand up, expecting some kind of bug or lizard, his look of confusion grew more intense. There was nothing there. He glanced around the floor around him, looking, searching, for whatever it was that had pushed against his hand. There was something else in the room with him, something living. He'd felt it.



Nothing in sight, he turned his attention back to the spot where he'd felt the pressure against his hand. Still, there was nothing there. He stared at the spot for several seconds before he saw it. It was subtle and barely noticeable, at first, but it became more obvious the more he focused on it.



Convinced he had to be seeing things, Sam reluctantly placed his hand against the floor again, apply slight pressure to it with his palm. He wasn't imagining things. He could feel it. A slight, movement, a pulse, the floor was moving!



"What the…?" He leapt to his feet.



It was then, while staring down at the floor, at the very spot he'd just been sitting, that Sam realized that not only was he covered in slime in a room with a pulsing floor, but he was naked.



"Ok. This is creepy," he thought aloud.

[cityship]

||Do you require assistance, Samuel Winchester?|| a disembodied voice asked tonelessly.

[a-short-youth.livejournal.com]

"Buh?"

Lucca groaned, groping blindly towards her nightstand--or rather where her nightstand would've been--for her glasses. Instead her hand landed in a puddle of something cold and slimy, and...moving? Instinctively, she recoiled, only to realize she was already covered with the stuff. And nothing else.

She scuttled back from it as best she could, choking down the urge to scream.

"...Guys?" Even as she whispered it, she realized, on some level, that she wouldn't be getting an answer. Not from anyone she'd want to answer her right now, anyway.

Nightmare? Abduction? Lavos Spawn we missed? Lucca's mind raced through possibilities, fighting the building wave of panic. Did I divide by zero again??--

[cityship]

||Lucca Ashtear, your heart rate indicates that you are distressed.|| a voice commented, not unkindly. Not un-anything else, either. ||Would you like a mild sedative?||

[speedolight.livejournal.com]

"Okaay, this is both gross and embarrassing." said Wally as he looked himself over.

"Bats? Superman? Anybody here?" He said as looked around "Heck, I'll even take the Question."

[cityship]

||Those individuals are not on the active roster at this time, Wallace West.||

Wally's probably dealt with strange voices in his head a couple times before in his line of work, so this shouldn't be too strange, right?

[daaayum.livejournal.com]

She practically slid out onto the floor, her eyes seeming to take forever to adjust. Was it the light of the sun in the desert? She'd finally reached the desert now, was finally ready to take that long journey across the burning sands, to find Irene--hopefully before it was too late, before the ax fell like in that nightmarish vision she'd had.

But the light wasn't the light of the sun. The teenage girl sat up--even though it took several attempts to push herself up thanks to sliding in the slime, and coughed out something nasty from her lungs.

Had she gotten dehydrated faster than she's realized? Collapsed and died?

No. No, you didn't get to be naked, awkward, and uncomfortable when you died. Those were all Life Things.

No, now she was somewhere else. Somehow.

"What the fuck's going on now?" she sputtered, spitting out goo. "And whose butt do I gotta kick for a pair of goddamn pants?"

[cityship]

||Information classified, Leela Bricker.|| a voice answered her from everywhere and nowhere at once. There was no one else around, the dim light revealed that much. Leela's only company was the fleshy pods clinging to the walls in every direction. ||If you require clothing, I can lead you to the Clothing Room.||

[vincent-amora.livejournal.com]

Vincent's eyes snapped wide as he awoke, laying on the floor. He coughed up some absolutely noxious substance and forced himself to his feet.

He was naked. This was a problem. It wasn't that he had any major issues with personal nudity, but his armor being unaccounted for was unacceptable. He looked around, his vision hazy but clearing quickly enough.

This... space, was nothing like anything he'd seen on the last world he had jumped from. It was contained, and the walls he could make out were covered in some sort of organic, possibly techno-organic, structures. He wasn't being restrained, but he must have lost consciousness at some point. How else could he have been stripped of his armor?

Clearing his throat of the residual material, he spoke aloud. "Voice code: Amorason. Armor unit recall." He spoke loud and forcefully. If his armor was within shouting distance, it would return to him.

[cityship]

||Your armor is currently unavailable, Vincent Amorason. Would you like some clothing in the meantime?||

The voice, obviously female, was rather calm and monotonous, and seemed to be inside Vincent's head.

[lord-vetinari.livejournal.com]

Havelock Vetinari was most displeased. He quickly pulls himself to his feet, glances around for his clothes and doesn't see them. "Wizards..." he mutters. "Drumknott, I require you to send a memo." He starts very gracefully dusting the gunk off himself off as he recites the memo to Drumknott. His clerk doesn't seem to be around, but that's no excuse for not taking a memo. "Archchancellor, this has really gone too far. I advised you last time during the Sorceror incident that I won't accept any more incompetant magic."

As he rambles to the absent clerk, he glances around and is most relieved to see Wuffles. He picks up the small dog and looks around.

[cityship]

||Do you require any assistance, Havelock Vetinari?||

The voice was definitely female, but seemed to come from nowhere.

[titanium-will.livejournal.com]

It was in his hair, up his nose, gumming his eyelids shut. Hitting the floor was a small thing compared to the sensation of being covered in mucus. Tony had thumped against the floor, and for a few long moments, he lay there feeling stunned, miserable, even.

Finally he'd sat up, trying to paw the goo from his face, his eyes, his nose. Even that sounded unpleasant, as he made a rather unhappy snorting noise in the process. His brain couldn't even find someplace to begin connecting this all together, mind fumbling uselessly for the rest of the equation. Unfortunately, all he had was the result.

He glanced up, then, and immediately wished he hadn't. Tony was on his feet, then, feeling a surge of panic. He'd awakened in some nasty situations before, usually hungover, but this? This was new. Not to mention terrifying.

[ihatefire.livejournal.com]

Their pods had happened to be near each other, not that they'd even noticed in their initial gooey flailing nad making-of-disgusting-noises as they'd coughed.

She'd been asleep then...

Something echoed in her mind. Someone telling her to wake up.

A sense of urgency, unexplained and more fervent than even survival and 'What am I doing here?'

Although 'what am I doing here' was certainly a valid thing to panic over, since she was all lubed up and in some kind of living fetish dungeon, to all appearances. The organic nature of the ship was uncomfortably familiar, although the horrible memories that should have been fresh on her mind just...weren't.

The last thing she remembered was the fire, but it seemed a long time ago, and very far away.

She'd sprung to her feet the same time as Tony had during her own panicking, which meant she'd bumped into him, which meant she went:

"Aaugh!" Then she saw the weird, glowy thingy embedded in his chest. "What the fuck?!" and shoved him away from her.

Keep in mind this is woman in peak physical condition who shoves around large men as a living. Funnily enough, since her precinct was in West Virginia, they too, were often shirtless and/or pantsless and occasionally on TV (Bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do...) It was only sheer luck that she didn't punch Tony.

[its-keeper.livejournal.com]

Warmth. Safety. Will's felt like this before, once or twice. It's been nice.

Of course, as she slowly returns to consciousness, the knowledge that all good things must end makes her push herself further into being awake. Waking up warm and feeling safe is unusual when it's combined with weightlessness and a sense of liquid suspension.

Naturally, the point where her eyes slide open is when Will's pod cracks open, and dumps her in a gooey, undignified heap on the floor.

"Aaaah! Aaaah! What? AAAAAH!"

The floor! It's alive! Yes, DEFINITELY alive. There's slime - goo - everywhere! In her hair! In her mouth! She can't see! She -

Naked. She's naked.

People. Those are people.

With a cry of horror, Will backs up against the wall with her arms and knees curled up over her chest. She backs up right against another pod, in which a naked man is floating, and as she turns around to look at it, her already horrified face looks even more stricken.

"Oh my -"

It was okay! It had to be okay! She'd wake up any minute now, just like she did EVERY time she dreamed about being naked! Except that she always dreamed about being naked in school - not being naked in a giant room that - yes, she was completely certain - was alive.

"I - I - I - where -"

[cityship]

||You are in me.||

The voice in her head is calm and motherly.

[likeaparfet.livejournal.com]

She was comfortable. It was a bit like snuggling underneath a think comforter with a roaring fire nearby. Tonks didn't want to leave. It felt safe. It felt warm. It was nice.

Then comes the complete and total shock to her system. There's a pop and then she hears something start to hiss before she's dumped rudely onto the floor, naked and wet. Under ordinary circumstances, she wouldn't mind the state but it's cold.

Tonks raises her hands and wipes at her face. The snot like substance is not easily removed and it takes her a few moments to clear it enough so that she can see and hear properly. She looks down at the rest of her sprawled out form. Oh yeah, she's naked. Feh.

She presses her forehead into the floor and rests for a few minutes until she no longer feels quite so groggy. Tonks rises but physics are working against her. Her feet are coated in goo and she doesn't take two steps before slipping and she lands right back onto her backside again.

Maybe she'll just stay here...

Then she was awake, both naked and wet. Unlike any other time, however, the sensation wasn't what she'd call enjoyable, far from it. Tonks had wanted to go back to the cocoon. It felt good there.Tonks had wondered around for a few minutes before gravity finally took in. She slipped on the goo that covered her feet but before she could fall a vine, or what she thought was a vine, whooshed out and grabbed her naked arse before she could fall. It might have been comical to a witness, Tonks being dragged in  with her feet in the air. She, however, didn't laugh and the ordeal that followed, the poking and the prodding, is something that Tonks would rather forget.

[cityship]

After she had been dressed, a line of pustules at her feet lit up, leading her around the structure that the Clothing Room was in.

||This way to the Possessions and Weapons Locker, please.||

[valentinesmart.livejournal.com]

Behind closed lids, Beka's eyes began to move. That damn tesseract machine of Harper's must have knocked her out; one minute she was on the Maru with Trance and now... She shook the black dots out of her vision.
"What the..."
This was not Andromeda, it wasn't the Maru, either. And she was naked. Years of living off the grid had taught Beka what to do in unknown situations, yet she couldn't quite kill the fear creeping around her heart. She needed a gun. She needed a gun and she needed it fast.

[cityship]

||Rebecca Valentine, your heart rate indicates that you are distressed. Would you like a mild sedative?|| said a voice that was not Rommie's. It was also in her head.

She didn't whip out the needle arms this time. Maybe she'd learned.