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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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Hayt recognized this feeling. He actively remembered, it wasn't just a flash, or a fleeting sensation, because he himself had experienced this. He was being birthed, again, and it wasn't any better than it was the first (second?)time.
He tried to open his eyes, but found them swimming in something. Hayt wiped his eyes, and ran his slick hand over his face and hair, wiping away any remaining goop from his view. What a view it was; countless illuminated eggs spiraling up into the inky darkness among vines of pitch growing from a porous floor...
Was he eaten by a worm...? It didn't smell like spice here, more like a room after a particularly bad firefight or a duel. There it goes, those flashes of things he had never experienced. Why would he know what cordite would smell like if he had never seen a gun fired before? It was like somebody was feeding him memories again, but it wasn't those Tleilaxu this time...
This Stacy...was it somebody Duncan Idaho knew during his life..? It didn't seem to fit in with any emotions tied to what she was saying...It has much more presence than any of these planted memories had.
You are like a seed, Hayt, that will grow into a much larger potato.
What is a potato? Hayt understood the implications, and as such he made the connection that a potato must be some sort of plant life. He smirked internally. Stacy just about singlehandedly ruined House Corrino's plans. Hayt started, and snapped into reality. Paul!
Your friends are safe, Duncan Idaho. Behold, for you have a much greater task than what you were created for.
Hayt found himself inexplicably starting to wander the fleshy hallway that he was expunged into. A shadowy mass lurched on the floor, and moaned. Hayt instinctively reached for his kris knife, and only found pasty goop. Hayt shot a glance toward the quivering mass, and said firmly, "Do you understand me?"
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Squinting in the odd light around them, he tried to make out the other's features.
"You a... a new arrival too?"
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This young man seemed to have a grasp on his emotions somewhat, which could be a good thing in this situation. Either that, or he was a good actor.
"It appears so. Do you know anything about this?" Hayt waved his hand, insinuating the rest of this...room, he supposed it could be called.
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"The one thing I do know is that I'll be finding slime weeks from now in places I forgot about." As if to prove this point, Jacen rubbed his right ear with his finger, scowling at the trail of goo that still clung to it. He frowned.
"I'm Jacen Solo." He thought about offering his hand out (the cleaner one) but then decided against it.