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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[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."

[likeapoison.livejournal.com]

Pat peers suspiciously into the room. Nothing else so far has been normal; why should this be any different?



"Don't ask me. What are those things?" he asked, looking to Scorpius.

[maninthemachine.livejournal.com]

Bri peers in the room himself, noting the room with the vines dangling from the ceiling.

"...Crap. I don't see pants."

One track mind, this guy.

[leather-bastard.livejournal.com]

Scorpius turns to speak aloud to the room.

"Where can we locate clothing for Briareos?"

[cityship]

The response came promptly.

||Step into the center of the room. You will be clothed.||

[leather-bastard.livejournal.com]

Scorpius turns to Bri and gestures to the center of the room.

[maninthemachine.livejournal.com]

Bri sighs.

"Well, I've lived a full life," he says as he moves as asked.

The vines reach to lift him up, despite his initial surprised struggling in reaction, wrapping themselves around him. Eventually, he is let back down, covered in a strange uniform made of some dark, plant-like material. He looked down at it, stretching one of the cuffs in inspection.

"Huh...Peachy. Could've gone without the 'hands' on approach, but at least I have pants now."