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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.
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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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The last thing that she remembered was the pair of thugs that had been harassing the kid in an alley. She'd tried to move on, but the ingrained training had taken hold, and, sure enough... she'd gone to help.
Once an X-Man, always a damned X-Man.
She'd flashed the two thugs, and gotten into a fist fight. The last thing she remembered was the ringing in her ears as she took a fist to the jaw.
Jubilee gasped, choking as she yelped, falling to her hands and knees. Choking, she tried to imagine what the hell was going on. Under her hands, she could feel almost a heartbeat like pulse. It wasn't metal, or wood. It felt almost... alive?
She pushed herself up, and hair fell in her face, slapping wetly against her nose. "Yuck." She pushed herself up. "Great. Covered in goo and naked." She tried to push hair out of her face. "Alright, Mojo, what now?"
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Deunan waited. It was always better to let them think you were unconscious while you gathered what information you could from your other senses. She wasn't sure who, precisely, "they" were in this circumstance, but assuming hostility saved getting an unpleasant surprise later.
She breathed smoothly, that act of control convincing her body that she really was calm, and her heart rate started to slow. Strangest of all was the floor beneath her naked body--it throbbed as though it had a pulse of its own. The nudity didn't bother Deunan so much as the related fact that she was unarmed. At least she was uninjured, and the air around her was breathable, warm and humid, with nothing harmful in it for her micromachines to filter out. Nearby, unfamiliar voices called out in confusion.
Patience never having been her strong suit, Deunan lasted about five seconds playing dead before she rolled over and up into a crouch.
"Oh, wow." She wasn't certain what she'd been expecting, but this was not it.
"I don't suppose you know where we are?" Deunan asked the naked woman--from Poseidon, maybe?--next to her.
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"Not a clue, dude." Jubilee denied. "Guess you got nabbed too huh?" Mojo was really going all out this time. Maybe it was Spiral having a bit of fun.
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"I guess. Thirty seconds ago I was in the car, with clothes on." The other woman's English was strangely accented, but not with the extra vowels of someone from Poseidon. "I don't see my partner, either." She looked down the row of pods, and started to worry.
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"'Bigots?' Where are you from?" Unfortunately, there were still a lot of places in the world where basic civil society hadn't been reestablished after the war.
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Something was even more off than the eerie surroundings would suggest, but the thought of multiple universes never even crossed Deunan's mind. That was wild science fiction (unlike clones, cyborgs, and flying power armor.)
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It's only one of the most famous episodes, Jubilee, duh.
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"I guess it's theoretically possible," she conceded. Briareos had mentioned something about it, but all his books on physics rapidly descended into equations written in Sanskrit, and Deunan had gotten off the math bus somewhere around trigonometry and never looked back. "It's at least an explanation."
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"Well, time speeds up the faster you go...but that's not what you're talking about, is it?" She frowned, trying to recall the last time Briareos had attempted to explain this to her. "I think it's against the laws of physics where I'm from. Something about causality."
OOC: Deunan has the effects of relativistic travel backwards, because she never pays attention to anything that doesn't involve guns. Also, she's thinking of faster than light travel when she's talking about causality, not time travel.
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She looked at the walkway with the lights leading up into the distance. "How do you generally go about getting back where you belong when this happens?"
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Deunan's world had unraveled genetics a long time ago, so the thought of strange DNA granting unusual abilities was neither foreign nor repugnant to her. There was nothing but curiosity in her voice; she didn't understand Jubilee's terminology.
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