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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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Ah, disembodied voices. Always a good sign.
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Hey, this could STILL turn out to be fun. There's nudity. Nuuuudity. That's often a strong indicator that fun, in fact, happened.
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"Chalk up one more for the 'fun' category. You got a name, babe?"
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Instead of a normal name, what Biff got was a head full of emotions, something along the lines of what you'd get if you stuck motherly love, duty, and honor in a blender and mixed them.
||The closest possible pronunciation by humanoid vocal chords is STA'C K'LTRRB'TXFT, though I am also known as Stacy.||
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"Stacy," he repeats. "You know, I bet I could say the other one if I tried. It's up to you."
The motherly devotional warmth has made the voice oddly endearing. It's not as though Biff has been subjected to an outpouring of it, recently. Wet, naked, and stuck in an unfamiliar source, Biff is gonna take his comfort where he can get it.
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A pause.
||Would you like some clothing?||
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There are some ladies in the vicinity. One of them might be interested. You never know.
"So, Stacy. Besides my reputation as a people person and my legendary skills as a lover, what did you bring me here for?"
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What that was, however, was something Stacy wasn't exactly going to be forthcoming with.
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All in a day's work for the best buddy of the Messiah.
"Did Josh have anything to do with this?"
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He blinks again.
"Oh. Okay."
He might be more concerned, but . . . really, he doesn't have anything to be worried about. Josh is at his Dad's right hand, and it looks as though Biff's going to get a break from his gospel writing after all - and there are naked woman a couple yards away. For all the alien snot and forboding decor, this is shaping up to be a fairly pleasant little excursion in Biff's world.
"So, Stacy, who's a guy gotta call to get a pizza delivered out here?"
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