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cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92008-06-15 11:39 am

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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.

[identity profile] notyourmudfoot.livejournal.com 2008-06-15 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
It should have worked. It really should have. Three geniuses, including his wonderful self, working together? What could have gone wrong?

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.

[identity profile] notyourmudfoot.livejournal.com 2008-06-15 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
No, not really.

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?"

[identity profile] notyourmudfoot.livejournal.com 2008-06-15 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Elevated? He was naked, who knew where, and covered in slime, and she... it.... the voice was commenting that his vital signs were elevated?!

"Where am I?" Okay, that was a bit squeakier than he would've liked, but at least it was a relatively normal volume.

[identity profile] notyourmudfoot.livejournal.com 2008-06-15 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Glancing around, he was really starting to wonder whether this was better or worse than the Worldship. Plus, he was still cold, slimy, and naked. Which led to the obvious question of how soon could he leave? "Pod Caverns. Right. And where is that?"

[identity profile] notyourmudfoot.livejournal.com 2008-06-15 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"That isn't real helpful."

[identity profile] notyourmudfoot.livejournal.com 2008-06-15 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Right. The naked thing. "That'd be a good start."

[identity profile] notyourmudfoot.livejournal.com 2008-06-15 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
..."A regular yellow brick road." But he followed.

[identity profile] psi-flames.livejournal.com 2008-06-15 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
He was gross. Absolutely gross.

That was the first thing that came to Jono's mind. He was gross and cold and he had a headache. The last thing he remembered was that Brent Jackson bloke coming to bring him into the Weapon X program. He got in the car and ended up...

Jono blinked his eyes a few times, reaching up to wipe slime and whatever out of his eyes. What the bloody hell?

[identity profile] notyourmudfoot.livejournal.com 2008-06-15 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Uhhuh. Move to the center. Right. "Don't suppose you wanna give me a hint what'll happen if I do?"

[identity profile] notyourmudfoot.livejournal.com 2008-06-15 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"That ain't real descriptive." Yeah, so not going in there.

[identity profile] psi-flames.livejournal.com 2008-06-15 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Surprisingly, no. He's really not that unused to it at all.

Ones that know his name, on the other hand...

He closed his eyes for a moment, letting his head fall back to the floor.

Which went clang.

Depends. What's it gonna cost me?

[identity profile] notyourmudfoot.livejournal.com 2008-06-15 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sure they won't." So he had a choice between staying naked and slimy or going in there?

Oh joy.

With a scowl, he stepped into the room.

[identity profile] psi-flames.livejournal.com 2008-06-15 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, 'at's good. Seein' as I seem to 'ave left me wallet in me other trousers. Yes, he's being a sarcastic ass. It's a defense mechanism.

The energy in his chest gained in strength, helping Jono to regain coherence. He hated being so far out of it.

He ignored the energy leaking from his chest and started to push himself up. Mite drafty in here, ain't it?

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