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Entry tags:
- !!stacy,
- !location: pod caverns,
- !plot: pod release,
- ben 10,
- biff,
- connor macmanus,
- cybil bennett,
- danny phantom,
- faith,
- flash,
- jono starsmore,
- kara starbuck thrace,
- kate bishop,
- kitty pryde,
- leela bricker,
- lucca ashtear,
- mr. wednesday,
- murphy macmanus,
- sam winchester,
- seamus harper,
- starfire,
- the doctor,
- tony stark,
- vincent amorason,
- will vandom,
- xander,
- zuko
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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.
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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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.
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If it hadn't been for the small hairs on his neck standing on end, he could have probably convinced himself that he hadn't really heard anything. That he'd imagined it, just like he had to be imagining standing naked and covered in snot in the middle of a throbbing room.
"Come again?" he called out, on the off chance that he wasn't imagining things.
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Or maybe it was all in his head. This place was creepy, after all.
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"Great," Sam shrugged in defeat. He looked around the pulsing and throbbing room then back down to his own naked, ooze-covered body. He was not amused. "Well, Sam, this is just peachy," he said to himself. "You're naked as a jay bird, covered in slime, standing in someone's nose cavity and the only person you can find to talk to is some idiot from Triple A."
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||Follow the lights, please.||
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After several moments of pondering, he decided that the path laid out in front of him, while maybe not the smartest of options, was really the only chance he had to figure out where he was, what the hell was going on, and where Dean had disappeared to. Sucking in a breath and letting it out slowly, Sam took his first tentative steps along the trail of lights. 'Follow the lights...' he thought to himself. 'Go toward the light...'
"Why do I get the feeling I just got sucked into my TV," he said with a frown.
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Or maybe they were tentacles.
||Please move to the middle of the room.|| the voice instructed.
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Sighing, Sam felt his shoulders sag as he stepped into the room.
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...Which gripped him carefully as they dressed him in a surprisingly comfortable jumpsuit made of some strange, plant-like material. It seemed to have a pulse of its own.
As they returned him to the floor, the tentacles wiped off some of the excess pod goo as well.
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Finally, after only a few moments, Sam--so distracted by his own struggling that he didn't realize he was being lowered again--felt his feet touch the floor again. "What the hell was that?" he shouted as the last of the tentacles withdrew.
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A pause.
||You are in the Clothing Room.||
Very literal, our Stacy.
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Shaking his head, he lifted his eyes back toward the ceiling. "Ok...'Stacy,'" he said, turning his attention back to the 'voice.' "What'd you do with Dean?"
There was no other possible explanation for Dean's disappearance. Sam hadn't been awake more than ten minutes, twenty max, and this 'Stacy' chick had already proved to him that she had to be the one running the show, which meant she knew where his brother was.
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The silence stretched.
That was apparently all the answer she was going to give him at this point.
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Option #2 kind of sucks.
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But that was all to her response.
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"All right," Sam shrugged, deciding that, for the time being, it was best to play along, if only to get more information down the road. "Where to next?"
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