Unearthly Children

[cityship]

||Pod Release Protocols Initating.||

Again. But this was a separate release. And now there were people to announce pod releases to.

Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.

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[maninthemachine.livejournal.com]

There is a rather shiny-looking man who has just popped out of a pod just like Pat's not too far away.

Right now, he's currently trying to push himself off the ground as his optics adjust to the dim light.

"...Gah, fuck," he mutters. He takes a good long look around as he finally gets to his feet.

Cue sudden realization of sheer WTFery going on around here.

"...What the hell?"

He looks around more frantically, before realizing he's standing there, naked, covered in goo. His hands move to cover his robo-shame (Yes, he has a robo-shame. He'd have jumped off a cliff if he'd woken up to find he'd been made a cyborg without a robo-shame after he got hit by that grenade.)

Stay calm, Bri, he thought to himself. Probably just some crazy-as-fuck dream. Yep. Definitely.

...And then he saw Pat.

"....Aw, hell."

There goes that theory.

[likeapoison.livejournal.com]

Toxin snapped his head up at the sound of someone else talking and started in surprise. He snarled again, showing his teeth off to their fullest extent.

"Dammit-what I'd tell you about that-" there was a definite difference in the voices as Pat took over-he sounded normal, unlike Toxin's growling voice. "...What he said," he said after a moment, as he fully registered exactly what had startled Toxin.

[maninthemachine.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, just so you know, usually it's the more normal people who ask that kind of question of giant, creepy monster things, not the other way around," he said sarcastically.

"But, just so you don't end up deciding eat my head or something, I'm a cyborg."

Though, he's surprised to meet someone who doesn't know what a cyborg is, what with their extreme abundance back in his world. Maybe giant, creepy, monster things aren't very tech-savvy.

[likeapoison.livejournal.com]

The tendrils around Pat's waist and elbows snapped angrily-Toxin might not have been able to voice his opinion at the moment, but he could certainly express it non-verbally.

Pat, meanwhile, growled at...what appeared to be himself. "Calm down." He looked back to Bri, frowning. "You're a cyborg. Okay. I can deal with that. What I'm concerned about it what happened."

[maninthemachine.livejournal.com]

His bunny-ears antennae lowered slightly in frustration.

"Beats the hell outta me," Bri said. "You got any ideas, feel free to clue me in."

[likeapoison.livejournal.com]

"All I know is that this is a lot more goo than I'm used to," Pat grumbled as he stepped away from where a good sized puddle of the said goo had collected. "Tox?"



Pat sighed, then finally turned his attention to the rest of the pod caverns. "...Jesus."

[maninthemachine.livejournal.com]

Briareos looks around as well. It was unlike anything he'd ever seen in his life.

"Yeah, my thoughts exactly."

[likeapoison.livejournal.com]

"You wanted ideas? I think a good one would be to not touch anything. That goes for you, too," Pat said, addressing his suit once more.

Toxin withdrew a tendril he had begun stretching out, flicking it in annoyance.

"I'm not sure I want to know much, in this case."

[maninthemachine.livejournal.com]

"We need to see if there are any others here like us," Bri said. "More brainpower working together means we'll have a better chance of figuring this crap out."

A beat.

"...Also, I need pants. This is just uncomfortable."

[likeapoison.livejournal.com]

"Let's hope whatever we meet is friendly, if there is anybody else." Given the surroundings, having a welcome wagon jump out of nowhere seemed a little unlikely.

"...and don't ask me where you're supposed to get any." Pants, thankfully, weren't a problem for him.



"How's he supposed to keep it on?"

[cityship]

||You can obtain a uniform in the Clothing Room.||

Hi! Have a voice in your heads!

[maninthemachine.livejournal.com]

...

.......

"...Oh good lord, what now?"

[leather-bastard.livejournal.com]

"I believe..." an idle voice offers from the hallway nearby, "...that the clothing room is this way."

The stranger seems to be dressed in leather bondage gear, and he gestures down the hall.

[likeapoison.livejournal.com]

Pat turns at the voice, staring as he catches sight of the stranger. It's rather hard to tell that he's staring, given the limited expression of the suit, but he is. "...I think I'll pass on the uniform."

[maninthemachine.livejournal.com]

Bri just stares.

...Not that it really looks much different from his normal expressions.

"Yeeeeeeah. Got anything a bit more normal?"

[leather-bastard.livejournal.com]

"My suit is unique," the stranger explains. "I'm sure you will find clothing more to your tastes." He looks them over carefully.

[likeapoison.livejournal.com]

"I've already got my clothing." Toxin extends a tendril, waving it at the stranger. Hello, potentially freakier-than-him person!

Pat jerks one clawed thumb towards Bri. "He's the one that needs help...but we'd all like some explanations."

[maninthemachine.livejournal.com]

"Yes, please," he pipes up. "On both accounts."

[leather-bastard.livejournal.com]

"I'm afraid I am lacking in answers as well at this time," the stranger says. "You can call me Scorpius. I am a newcomer to this vessel as you are."

[likeapoison.livejournal.com]

Pat sighs. "Guess that puts us all in the same boat." But as long as they're doing introductions... "I'm Pat, and he's-" he points to the still-wriggling tendril- "Toxin."

[maninthemachine.livejournal.com]

"Briareos Hecatonchires. But since most people find that too much of a mouth full, they just call me Bri."

Beat.

"So, um...pants, please? Since there doesn't seem to be any answers lying about around here."

[leather-bastard.livejournal.com]

"This way, Briareos." Scorpius pronounces the name perfectly, then turns to lead them down the hall.

"You both seem human... of a sort. Am I correct?"

[likeapoison.livejournal.com]

"Toxin's a symbiote. He's...basically goo with teeth."

That earned Pat a quick swat on the back of his head from a tendril. "Hey! What'd I tell you about that?"

[maninthemachine.livejournal.com]

"I'm human...well, what's left of me is, anyway."

Which, for the most part, was just a brain and a few major organs.

[leather-bastard.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I can see both of you have had alterations away from most humans... or rather, one of you has, while the other has been linked to a life form unknown to me."

The chances of this involving Crichton just went up significantly.

"Ah. Here we are." He gestures to the room that he has led them to. "This is where I located my suit."