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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,
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- mr. wednesday,
- murphy macmanus,
- sam winchester,
- seamus harper,
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- 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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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.
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The calm, monotonous voice seemed to be coming from everywhere, and yet nowhere at the same time.
...yeah, it probably wasn't helping matters.
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Opening his eyes, however, did. There had also been a distinct lack of calm, monotonous voices on the Worldship, disembodied or otherwise.
The scream died off with a whimper. "..What?"
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"Where am I?" Okay, that was a bit squeakier than he would've liked, but at least it was a relatively normal volume.
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An apt description, since even in the dank, dismal lighting, one could see that the walls were literally packed with fleshy, pod-like things with some sort of murky fluid within, and seemed to stretch farther than the eye could see in either direction.
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||Would you like some clothing, Seamus Zelazny Harper?||
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A line of fleshy pustules along the floor began to glow with a dim light, leading off into the distance.
||This way, please.||
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The lights would lead him to some sort of doorway in the structure, which itself led to a room with numerous vines just dangling from the ceiling.
||Please move to the center of the room.||
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Oh joy.
With a scowl, he stepped into the room.
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...or, wait, no they're not. Though they do reach down and gently wrap themselves around him, lifting him up for a bit. After a few moments, he would be let down, now covered in a dark, membranous material that would, despite all appearances, felt extremely comfortable, and he was also decidedly less goop-covered.
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And then poke at the... thing... covering him. "What the hell?"
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