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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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Murphy leaned against Connor, giggling quietly (and inappropriately) in his ear, "Gooo toward the liiiiiight."

Still giggling, he got up and offered his twin a hand.

Connor giggles as well, much to his shame. He takes Murphy's hand, and..well..follows the lights.

They were led through the cavernous area, up a winding walkway that gave them a good view of the vast caves below, studded everywhere with pods glowing faintly, to a strange round room with what looked like vines dangling down into the center.

||Please step into the center of the room.||

Connor frowned- he wasn't sure he liked this. Still, he did as the..Voice..requested, staying close to his brother.

Murphy kept his hand on Connor's arm; half to keep his more hot-headed twin in check if necessary, half to reassure himself.

He really didn't like this.

TENTACLES OF GRABBING, STRANGLING DEATH.

Or not.

The tentacles gently, but firmly grabbed them and clothed them both in jumpsuits made of a soft, tough plant-like material, that throbbed almost as if it was alive.

All right, this shit was fuckin' weird and not his clothes and and fuck. "What the fuck?"

"Fucking fuck, the hell?" Murphy decided he did not like the tentacles. "Fuck, man. And where's our guns?"

The lights directed them to the transport tube.

...And more light following. This could get tedious. And he wasn't too happy about the clothing instance either.

"Wonder where th'fuck our real clothes are."

||They are not here.||

That much was abundantly clear. Since they weren't wearing them.

||The transport tube will take you to the Weapons and Possessions Lockers. Your other belongings will be found there. Please step into the transport tube.||

With unease and no small amount of trying to shove the other one in first, the twins finally got in the tube.

And they were away.