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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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Wincing slightly, she reached out an arm. The vines reached out gingerly, wrapped around her wrist, and tugged her in.

"Whoa! Whoa!"

Huh. It was putting some sort of thingy on her.

"Okay, it's not killing me..." Yet.

It was sliding some kind of cloth over her torso, her legs...

Well, it was just the scene itself, but he had to look. Not that he really wanted to. It wasn't like he could cover his eyes, they were too busy covering something else, but..

"Oh God, it's alien shrink-wrap." Tony barely made sense even to himself right then, but at least the silly thing didn't go and suffocate her. He was ready for her to start screaming or something.

Then what was he going to go? Go in there and try to fight a bunch of vines? Naked? Let's be realistic, here.

No screaming. The vines placed her down on her feet, and she was now wearing an alien suit of soft green-black material. Skintight, by the way. Not Catwoman skintight, mind you, but it was a bodysuit, not a jumpsuit.

It had veins.

She was paler than she'd been, but not freaking. Entirely.

"Ooooh God, it's throbbing. The suit has a pulse."

Oh that was disgusting.

Well, her calm might be a good thing, because he was mentally freaking out for the both of them. His expression had gone into a careful blank. Tony had a good poker face. He couldn't even name why it was bothering him so much. It just did.

Just the idea of something alive, being all over you, and.. then she spoke, and he actually grimaced. The very idea of it having it's own pulse. "That gives me the heebie-jeebies."

It was a toss up, really. Did he run, screaming and naked, back into the pod room, or did he just man up and deal with it? All right, so there was no choice at all.

He finally stepped towards the middle of the room.

He was clothed in a similar jumpsuit, throbbing and all and placed back down on his feet.

At least he was expecting it, this time. Not that he liked it. A shiver ran over him as the damn things touched him, covering him in.. something. And she was right, the damn thing pulsed. He kept his mouth shut, otherwise he'd probably just embarass himself.

Moreso than he had already.

Feet were back on solid ground, and he stepped away from the ridiculous thing, eyes on himself, his brow furrowing in irritation. A plain jumpsuit wasn't so bad. That would have been the sort of thing he wore under all his gear. This, on the other hand, almost tickled as it settled against his skin. "Green isn't my color." At least it covered that distracting little node on his chest. "I couldn't get this in plain black? Or is that classified?"

Bitching would keep him from feeling queasy. Maybe.

"And thus an era comes to an end."

Of his ass being visible.

She's only flirting as a distraction, Tony. Totally. Juuuust a distraction.

"Stacy, where's my gun? And my badge?"

She wanted it.

She needed it. It was something solid. That reminded her who she was, and she wanted to have it where she could hold it in her hand.

"That was only the silver age. We can move onto the golden era next. It's when I'm not covered in snot." At least now he could look at her. "Though, honestly, it's a little tight.. don't be so dissapointed." It wasn't revealing, though. He could move, at least. He stretched a little, testing it. "Feels like spiders are trying to get into my pores." It was trying to clean him, not that he realized that.

"I think the alien mothership is a little bit out of your jurisdiction." The gun, though, was a fantastic idea. If it had gone out of the way to kidnap him, then.. maybe it had some things of his, too. "I can't hope for my whole garage. What about my other suit, while we're making demands?" He was feeling a little more pleasant about the whole ordeal.

||Your belongings are in the Weapons and Possessions Lockers. They are accessible through the transport tube, which leads to the Hub.||

There went the lights again, up the hallway to a tube that seemed to drop off into nothing.

Yeah, uh...

"This time you get to go first."

More tiny blisters, filled with glowing.. stuff. His analytical mind was beginning to fail. Tony didn't understand half of it, so how was he supposed to neatly catagorize it all? Part of him was still struggling with it, even though biochemistry was really not his field.

They lead up, just a little bit, and he sighed, following them to.. yes, the transport tube, which looked like just black space beneath the entrance lip, and for a moment, he peered down, down, down..

"That's a good trade. I can deal with heights, doll." He had glanced behind him, then, grinned at her. She was not the cutesy sort, would not enjoy that, but he didn't know her well enough to nickname her. He'd think of something.

before she could really say anything, he'd stepped over, darkness engulfing him. Falling wasn't the bad part. Landing, on the other hand..

No falling, instead he floated in place, like there was an invisible lift supporting him.

Cybil carefully, gingerly stepped out onto that invisible platform.

Right. Okay. No falling death.

Good.

"Don't call me doll."

Then WHOOOSH, the transport tube whisked them off.

"Well, shit." That was said with good humor, for once. "I thought that was going to be far more dramatic." Of course, when Tony was expecting a drop, nothing. He merely turned around, regarded her with half a smile etched on his face.

At least he hadn't called her something like Sugartits. He would have pointed that out, when the platform decided to move with sudden, sickening swiftness.

Would she kill him if he put his hands up like he was riding on a rollercoaster? Well, regardless, he did it. At least he didn't whoop like an idiot. He had a taste for defying gravity these days.

They were swept along into the Hub of the ship, which looked like an inverse hive, a giant cavern with holes in the walls that led in every direction.

For a moment, they simply floated in the middle of it, hundreds of feet off the floor, standing on nothing.

"Fuck. Oh fuck." Reflexively, her hand went out and gripped Tony's arm.

She didn't mind heights so much, but at this extreme? This high? This strange place? With no idea what was holding them up or if it would fail?

He'd put his hands down soon enough, eyes darting over the scenery. This place was huge, obviously, as they had been moving quickly and they were still going... wait, no. Pausing, almost a sudden stop. None of it made sense to Tony, not from a builder's standpoint, but perhaps he had the wrong perspective.

A hand on his arm, then, and he glanced at her, almost pleased for a moment. Until he remembered he really had no control over the situation, and couldn't really help her if they did fall..

"I'd try to cushion you if we fell. I promise." Not like it would do much good.

"Can we go down now? Gently?" Be very specific, in case the thing tried to drop them a couple stories..

Don't smirk too much, Tony, because she's letting go now. It was less grabbing him and more just grabbing SOMETHING and he happened to be the only thing to grab.

Instead of letting them down, they were shot UP through another tube, helped along by glowing tentacles of energy, up--up...

And then they could see through the clear tube a whole CITY spread out below them. The tube they were shooting through was in the center of it. There were buildings, temples, a huge tree more massive than a sequoia...

"Where...where the hell are we?"

A guy could dream, right? It wasn't as though she were the sort to come running to him for protection. Tony was just a touchy-feely sort. Hey, whatever it took..

Then the lurch upright, about enough to pin your stomach to your knees, and his attention went upwards, too. Nothing. He'd at least like to know if it were coming, if he were about to be squashed against some odd alien ceiling.

No, not quite, and the confused cityscape rose into view. No, the buildings made sense on their own, it was the way things were jambled together, styles and architecture from.. everywhere.. "Everywhere. Nowhere. Holy shit." Still, in comparison to the room below, it was familiar.

"You don't think it's an alien lego set, do you?" Were they a collection? Playthings? Pets? Why were they here?

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