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Entry tags:
- !!stacy,
- !location: pod caverns,
- !plot: pod release,
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- biff,
- connor macmanus,
- cybil bennett,
- danny phantom,
- faith,
- flash,
- jono starsmore,
- kara starbuck thrace,
- kate bishop,
- kitty pryde,
- leela bricker,
- lucca ashtear,
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- murphy macmanus,
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- 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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The second question went unanswered.
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"But how--" She stopped short, realizing she was in no position to try and pry an answer out of "Stacy". Who, she realized, she still couldn't even see. Still, the questions were multiplying evert second--so many, in fact, that she wasn't sure what to ask next.
Finally: "Umm...have you seen my glasses anywhere?"
Well, she could've picked something worse, right?
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Perhaps Stacy had learned something from the previously popped podlings. Not that Lucca knew about them yet.
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"Umm...yes! Clothes would be good!" She blushed. "But if you don;t mind me asking, what happened to what I was wearing before?"
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A line of pustules, starting at Lucca's feet, began to light up. They lead upwards, along the spiraling path through the cavern. ||This way to the Clothing Room, please.||
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As she walked (and calmed down), she noticed a few things. Given "her" curt, mechanical responses and her control of the lighting system, Lucca was almost certain that Stacy was a computer of some kind. The only question mark was the emphatic burst from earlier; in her experience, it was rare for a computer to even have emotions, let alone the ability to transmit them.
Then there was the floor. Not cold like metal or stone, a bit warm actually. Vibration, too: not the steady harmonics one'd expect from machinery, but a strady, almost organic pulse. (She couldn't make out the source of the lights along the floor yet, denying her a third clue.)
"This vibration along the floor," she asked. "Anything I need be concerned about?"
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Probably.
The lights lead her in a path that spiraled upwards through the cavern. Ultimately, they ended at a doorway in a curious cylindrical structure that reached from floor to ceiling. On the other side of the door was a room, empty but for dangling tendrils hanging from the ceiling.
Waiting for prey. Or perhaps simply dangling there.
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With no other indication as to where to go, she cautiously stepped forward.
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The tendrils wrapped themselves firmly around her, lifting her off of the floor and holding her in place as they dressed her in a jumpsuit, make of some plantlike material. It was surprising comfortable, and she'd likely notice that most of the remaining pod goo had also been wiped off.
The tendrils lowered her to the floor again.
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"Stacy?" Lucca turned towards her--well, towards the ceiling at any rate- as she was set back down. "Are you certain you're not trying to elevate my heart rate?!"
Still, the suit wasn't bad--and as she'd suspected of the entire structure, it appeared to be alive. The slight pulsing sensation was a bit disconcerting, but she figured she'd get used to it soon enough.
"Thank you...I think," she continued. "You mentioned a Possessions Locker?"
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The tube worked something like an elevator, albeit one without a floor. Lucca was pulled up, up, up, through a series of tubes, transported through the gaps by strange, energy tentacles.
The last tube left her in the Weapons and Possessions Locker.