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Entry tags:
- !!shipwide announcement,
- !!stacy,
- !location: pod caverns,
- angie spica,
- apollo,
- ava ballantyne,
- duncan idaho first ghola,
- duncan idaho last ghola,
- dust,
- echo,
- eighth doctor,
- garrus vakarian,
- grace augustine,
- grim eyes,
- guybrush threepwood,
- han solo,
- hellion,
- icarus,
- irma lair,
- isaac dan der grimnebulin,
- jacen solo,
- jaina solo,
- jokimru,
- joseph wilson,
- kamen rider den-o,
- kate beckett,
- link,
- luxord,
- multiple man,
- muraki,
- oethel negavera,
- second doctor,
- shikari lonestar,
- sofia mantega,
- tali,
- ted kord,
- tony stark,
- topher brink,
- vash
Once You Pop, The Fun Don't Stop!
[ooc: Newbie Helpers List | Instructions: Post your character with one post establishing them as being podpopped. Tag each other in groups of 2's, 3's, and 4's, to get some interaction to start with. If a thread doesn't already have 2 or 3 people tagged in, tag it with your character's podpop popping near the other people, rather than making a new subthread. If you would like to play out them talking to the AI, please send an email to the mods making the request--we do this only by request. Then move onto the big Newbie Meeting. Once your character has gotten the rundown from the old crew, you may start posting entrance posts and freely tagging.]
||Pod Release Protocols Initating|| Stacy's familiar voice sounds out to all the podmates through the ship.
In the Pod Caverns, there are the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.
There is condensation and mist spraying out from cracks in the pods, as the people inside slide out onto the floors, covered in slime.
--
There was nothing. You were going about your normal life, then there was a bright light, and then? Nothing.
Then the world lurches.
The chamber here is humid.
Actually, "chamber" isn't quite accurate. You're in a cavern, half-lit by an eerie greenish light, going on and on as far as the eye can see. The light is coming from what can only be described as pods, glistening, round greenish-yellow things, glowing with a pale inner light, outlining human -- and not quite human -- forms. Each is rooted to the floor, to the walls, with something black, twisted, and unidentifiable.
They line the walls of the cavern, go up in maddeningly high columns, curling and corkscrewing up into the darkness, until the light from them is like that of the stars, glowing pale and mournful in clusters in the darkness above. Twisted walkways and stairs crisscross, traverse the platforms in front of the pods, wending their way back and forth, up and down through the chamber.
You just came from one of those pods, broke free like a butterfly from a (slimy, nasty) chrysalis.
Now you stand alone but not quite alone, naked, not knowing how you got there, who took you, or why you were taken.
As your body heats up again, you realize the air is warm -- just a few degrees too warm to be comfortable -- and muggy; it smells acrid and organic, like freshly spilt blood and sweat. Your mouth tastes of salt.
The floors are pulsing under your feet, throbbing...
Wherever you are, this entire place...is alive.
Oh, and also you're naked and covered in alien snot.
When you call out, ask where you are, a voice speaks to you, in your head. She tells you:
||You are here.||
When you ask who she is, she tells you that her name is STA'C K'LTRRB'TXFT, but that you may call her Stacy. When she tells you who she is, there is a gush of emotion, love, maternal warmth. You are on a ship. She is that ship. Her name is Stacy and she loves you. Her voice is warm and motherly, even if these messages sound almost automated.
Glowing phosphorescent lights appear in pustules along the floor. They lead you up a massive spiraling walkway that gives you a view of what are possibly millions in stasis. At the top is a room with moving vines that clean you and clothe you in a plant-like body-suit--soft, but durable. After that, the lights lead you to a great cavernous room with a clear floor that lets you see all the holes and tunnels in the walls of it. When you reach the center, the last thing she tells you before whisking you away to gather your belongings and meet the rest of the crew is this reassuring thought:
||You have been Chosen to accomplish a Great Purpose. You have been Chosen to help fight the Ohm, a race of insectoid beings that are the destroyers of worlds.||
||You have been Chosen as champions of life, as protectors of the worlds and peoples that are left. The others are waiting for you. They will explain everything.||
She will tell you nothing more. Your answers lie with these "others" she speaks of.
||Pod Release Protocols Initating|| Stacy's familiar voice sounds out to all the podmates through the ship.
In the Pod Caverns, there are the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.
There is condensation and mist spraying out from cracks in the pods, as the people inside slide out onto the floors, covered in slime.
There was nothing. You were going about your normal life, then there was a bright light, and then? Nothing.
Then the world lurches.
The chamber here is humid.
Actually, "chamber" isn't quite accurate. You're in a cavern, half-lit by an eerie greenish light, going on and on as far as the eye can see. The light is coming from what can only be described as pods, glistening, round greenish-yellow things, glowing with a pale inner light, outlining human -- and not quite human -- forms. Each is rooted to the floor, to the walls, with something black, twisted, and unidentifiable.
They line the walls of the cavern, go up in maddeningly high columns, curling and corkscrewing up into the darkness, until the light from them is like that of the stars, glowing pale and mournful in clusters in the darkness above. Twisted walkways and stairs crisscross, traverse the platforms in front of the pods, wending their way back and forth, up and down through the chamber.
You just came from one of those pods, broke free like a butterfly from a (slimy, nasty) chrysalis.
Now you stand alone but not quite alone, naked, not knowing how you got there, who took you, or why you were taken.
As your body heats up again, you realize the air is warm -- just a few degrees too warm to be comfortable -- and muggy; it smells acrid and organic, like freshly spilt blood and sweat. Your mouth tastes of salt.
The floors are pulsing under your feet, throbbing...
Wherever you are, this entire place...is alive.
Oh, and also you're naked and covered in alien snot.
When you call out, ask where you are, a voice speaks to you, in your head. She tells you:
When you ask who she is, she tells you that her name is STA'C K'LTRRB'TXFT, but that you may call her Stacy. When she tells you who she is, there is a gush of emotion, love, maternal warmth. You are on a ship. She is that ship. Her name is Stacy and she loves you. Her voice is warm and motherly, even if these messages sound almost automated.
Glowing phosphorescent lights appear in pustules along the floor. They lead you up a massive spiraling walkway that gives you a view of what are possibly millions in stasis. At the top is a room with moving vines that clean you and clothe you in a plant-like body-suit--soft, but durable. After that, the lights lead you to a great cavernous room with a clear floor that lets you see all the holes and tunnels in the walls of it. When you reach the center, the last thing she tells you before whisking you away to gather your belongings and meet the rest of the crew is this reassuring thought:
||You have been Chosen as champions of life, as protectors of the worlds and peoples that are left. The others are waiting for you. They will explain everything.||
She will tell you nothing more. Your answers lie with these "others" she speaks of.
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Or, you know, as jumpy as someone can be when they’re naked and covered in sticky goop. How his hook managed to stay suction-cupped to his wrist was a mystery to him—why he still had the hook at all and not his clothing was even more curious. But even Guybrush Threepwood, the attention-lacking pirate that he was, knew that was hardly what he needed to be focusing on right now.
There was that voice in his head, after all. In a way it reminded him disturbingly of the Voodoo Lady. Perhaps it was the Voodoo Lady. She was certainly ambiguous enough to fit the profile. And this sounded like a quest to him.
“Holding the Comb, got it,” Guybrush nodded absently, glancing around with expectant eyes (and completely ignoring the slime-covered nude lady standing nearby), “I’ll do that right after I find Elaine. She’s here, right? I mean honestly, she was standing right next to me—she couldn’t have gone far.”
And then, obnoxiously loud:
“ISN’T THAT RIGHT ELAINE?”
…Funny, she didn’t answer back. “Right? Elaine?...Plunder Bunny?”
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It wasn’t the right kind of sense, unfortunately.
“Odd that you should ask!” Guybrush proclaimed pompously as he took on a prouder stance, “The term ‘Plunder Bunny’ was actually coined in the Mediterranean Gang Riots between the Bloody Doubloons and the Maneating Wildflowers, and was a phrase that meant to—“
Erm. She might want to stop him there.
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The ponytailed pirate took a better look around, noting with particular interest the meaty walls, the other pods, and the glowing pustules.
“My best guess is that we’re inside some sort of giant animal. Judging from the radioactive stomach barnacles, I’m thinking whale.”
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Guybrush looked away in a personal aside. “Yeeesh. Testy.”
Then he turned back. “Do you?”
It was an honest question.
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“I’m sure they just like their privacy,” Guybrush folded his arms, following at a safe distance behind her, “I know if I were a psychic whale I’d want to have some alone time, too. Plenty of naps to rest the ol’ voodoo-laced noggin…”
He trailed off.
“—Sorry. Did I ever get your name?”
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"You didn't. I'm Ava."
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“If you insist,” he shrugged, “Just don’t come running back to me when one asks you for directions. Ah, assuming it needs directions. The psychic powers might do funny stuff to their sense of direction.”
…Yeah.
“And since you so eagerly asked, I’m Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate™. Nice to meet you, Ava.”
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A second’s pause would’ve found the pirate running into the girl, but thankfully he caught himself before disaster struck. Elaine would murder him.
“It’s a door,” Guybrush observed.
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Nothing happened.
“See?” Guybrush grinned reassuringly, glancing behind him with a casual raise of his brow, “Nothing to worry abou—“
Vines lurched from the sides, first pinning him to the floor and restraining his arms, then encircling him completely, moving at blinding speeds. Guybrush yelped with surprise, squinting his eyes shut as he waited for the worst…
…Eh?
“…Hey, this isn’t so bad!” the pirate chuckled with relief, completely covered in gliding vines at this point, “I’m not really sure what they’re doing, but it can’t be that bad! I think—“
He paused and a violent shiver went up his back. “—Wow, now there’s an odd sensation—“