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Entry tags:
- !!shipwide announcement,
- !!stacy,
- !location: pod caverns,
- !plot: pod release,
- aftran 942/karen,
- ashitaka,
- ashley williams,
- ba'al,
- ben skywalker,
- celena vantari,
- celes chere,
- choline moonstorm,
- deunan knute,
- gavin darklighter,
- haley graham,
- hikari yagami,
- iliana maier,
- kyle katarn,
- leonard mccoy,
- mei-xing,
- mordin solus,
- negi springfield,
- paula polestar,
- reyna kam,
- simon tam,
- sly knife,
- spike,
- tenaya,
- the guv,
- tom berenson,
- trudy chacon,
- white aine,
- winry rockbell,
- zhiai'kahn ahl
Snap, Crackle, and POP
[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 phosphorescenet 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 phosphorescenet 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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She coughs ooze out of her lungs, and slowly pushes herself up, choosing to ignore the fact that she's naked and covered in slime. Her mother had warned her about parties like that. The elf holds a hand to her temple and looks around, checking out her fleshy surroundings. Pods and flesh and slime.
None of it made sense, there wasn't any kind of technology like this in the world. With a sinking feeling in her gut, she realizes the truth. A corporation has her. She screwed up somewhere, didn't cast one of her sanitation spells correctly. Wuxing or Ares or Fuchi or someone had tracked her down and kidnapped her, and now they were playing games. Testing her for something? Who knew what those sick fucks in their tall, shiny buildings thought.
Luckily, Mei-Xing still had one advantage. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, switching from her perception of the real world to the purer view of the astral world.
Chaos. There's life here, but so much negative energy in this place, almost as bad as a void of mana and she can feel it twisting at her-
She drops to her knees, clutching at her head, and begins shrieking wordlessly, unwilling or unable to accept what she's seeing.
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If Mei-Xing is still viewing in that same astral view, she may find that amongst the chaos and negative energy, the dragon before her is something of a beacon of life and energy.
Watching her for a moment before finally speaking, a kind enough tone stepping slowly closer "Calm yourself, letting panic take you will do no help.."
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When she finally looks up, her view of the physical world hasn't improved much. No, there's a dragon right there. She lets out another terrified shriek, and moves on to her rear, skittering backwards until her back touches her newly vacated pod.
No, she's not exactly in the calming zone right now.
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"My apologies, I did not wish to startle you, nor do I mean you any harm," She would try explaining calmly and honestly.
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Back pressed against the pod, she stares at Celena with wide eyes, breathing swiftly and heavily. Okay, the Dragon wasn't moving, yet. If she could just calm down for a moment and figure things out... Had she offended anyone recently? Who could have had ties to one of them in their social networks?
She doesn't say anything, but her breathing gradually slows as she keeps a wary eye on the Dragon. Fuck if she's letting her guard down around that.
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"You are not alone in arriving here, where ever here is, I myself was in one such pod, as was another I met," She spoke kindly enough, indicating the direction from which she had come with a motion of her head.
The other had either never seen something like her, or she surmised, perhaps had bad dealings with dragons, or they simply had a bad reputation in her world.
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After a long while, she finally decides to speak up. "...Dragon's can't talk. They're telepathic."
...Mei-Xing, that is not the thing to be focused on right now.
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"While I may be able to communicate telepathically, I can however speak normally, as you've no doubt realized," She goes on, her interest perhaps taking the topic on a little longer than it should given the situation.
"However, perhaps this is not the best situation to discuss such matters.."
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Her immediate reaction was one of comfort as she dropped next to the woman and reached out both physically and mentally to soothe her. Too much stimuli, too much darkness--this is what she sensed was the problem, along with...something else.
A shield.
She could use the Force in this manner. Arha stretched out her mind and sought to put up a barrier, a shield, and it was warm.
"You are safe," Arha murmured.
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She shuffles back, switching from the astral to the physical, staring at someone in a white cloak. Under it, there's odd clothes. Nothing a corporation would issue their employees. Could be a mage, though, they often had looser dress codes. She snatches at the hand Arha's extending, squeezing a bit in warning.
"Where am I?" Her face twists a bit. It's very easy for her to go from horror and confusion to a kind of confused anger.
She's still trembling, however.
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Her eyes fixed on the woman's, blue-within-blue completely honest and open.
"I will not lie to you."
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Except her voice doesn't sound like the crazy people on the street, or the shadowrunners she speaks to regularly. It's a sane, measured voice. Arha's genuinely calm and collected. A mind probe could give her the answers, but with the mana like it is, it was too risky. So is this another trick? Her gut tells her no. She looks off to her left, almost expecting to hear a mocking comment from someone who...
...He isn't there. That thought chills Mei-Xing to the bone, that whereever she is, Dragonslayer hadn't followed. Her jaw clenches as she tries not to show any reaction to that revelation
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Her jaw tightened slightly.
"I will not lie to you." She squeezed the woman's hand. "My name is Arha Masaari and I am here to help you if you wish it. Come, there are clothes this way and more pleasant places to discuss these matters." Arha was protective and kept her buffer in place. "I will not let go of this shield unless you ask. I do not wish you to be in pain."
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"Fine." She clears her throat. "I'll gladly take pants." And a top, of course, but pants are very necessary. She stands, a little shakily, but it's a momentary dizziness. "You can drop whatever it is you're doing. I'm not looking into the astral now." And she's used to at least a little bit of 'noise' from there anyway. "It just... The void startled me."
As she speaks, a design spreads across her belly, slowly forming into a red dragon, wrapping itself around her chest. It does little to hide her nudity, but the nanotattoo is better than appearing to be totally naked.
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"It will be a kind of jumpsuit, if you will," Arha said, her voice calm and steady as she moved away. Her head did tilt at the way that tattoo spread. Incredible. "This place can be quite startling at first, and on many levels. I am sorry that it was uncomfortable."
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"It feels like some new layer of Hell I've yet to read about." Is her response. Mei-Xing moves to follow Arha, and it's obvious from her movements that she's still jumpy.