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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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But that didn't matter. More important things to worry about at the moment, after all.
Signum, ever the pragmatic warrior, takes the first few moments to take in the situation.
Naked, unarmed, covered in...some unknown substance, and surrounded by others in the exact same situation.
Having determined that this 'Stacy' had the upper-hand, she decided to go along with what she said, for now--at the very least, until she got her hands on Laevateinn again. She got as much information out of her as she could, before setting off and hovering at a brisk pace towards the Clothing Room.
"TSAB Mobile Section Six, Lightning-Two reporting," she broadcast using her telepathy to those able to receive such messages. "Any TSAB personnel in the area, please respond."
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S, Signum! Is that - is that you?!
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I've just woken up from some kind of stasis. There are a number of others here. What is the situation?
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Not that I can see, no. Just strangers, some civilians, probably. Why?
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It will take more than whatever this is to kill a Wolkenritter. Lightning-Two out.
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So. No reply. But perhaps a feeling...
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Unknown mage, she 'says' in an authoritative voice. This is TSAB Sub-Commander Signum of Mobile Section Six. Respond and identify yourself.
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-TSAB? I'm not familiar with the acronym. I'm Iliana Maier, PsiCorps legal liason, can I help?-
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Time-Space Administration Bureau, an organization dedicated to protecting and regulating realities under its influence, she explains simply and quickly. I am attempting to locate other TSAB personnel before coming up with a plan of action for this situation.
She pauses slightly.
Are you in any need of assistance yourself?
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-I'm afraid I've never heard of you. PsiCorps is the only authority I know over human telepaths in my galaxy. There seem to be people here from many realities, we must be two such.
Assistance? She had to think that one over for a moment, and if Signum can pick up on such things there would be a distinct feeling of panic while she thinks.
-Nothing specific, no. Thank you for your offer, though.-
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Signum wasn't really empathic, though the panic did seem to come across in the 'tone' of Iliana's message.
Is there anyone else near you that might need assistance?
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She was doing a pretty good job of holding it together, really. All things considered. At the question, she glanced around again, but didn't see anyone in real trouble.
-No, no more than any of us. what about you?-
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I'm currently making my way to the clothing room. If you don't have flight capabilities I'd be willing to take you along, if you'd like. This cavern seems like it would take a while to traverse on foot, anyway.
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-Flight?-
Iliana was thinking of mechanically aided flight, which didn't seem sensible inside a structure, however large and odd - but the voice sounded confident enough.
-Ah, yes, that would be appreciated. Can you find me?-
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Location magic wasn't really her thing, but having telepathic contact with the person she's looking for made it fairly easy. In a few seconds she had the location, and quickly made her way through the air.
When she arrived, she lands without much fuss or flair. She didn't seem too worried about the fact that she was naked. There didn't seem to be many children in the area, after all, and there were more pressing concerns, like alien abduction.
"TSAB Sub-Commander Signum," she says when she sees Iliana. "A pleasure to meet you."
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"Ah, Iliana Maier," she said, not bothering with the rest because she'd already said it once, and it had seemed to be unfamiliar. "Likewise. How. . . was that magic?"
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She grins slightly to put the other woman at ease.
"Don't worry, it's perfectly safe."
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"I'm not worried - it looks amazing."
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"Good," she says. "This will be a little jarring, at first, but you'll get used to it."
She quickly walked over and lifted up the other woman without much effort before taking off into the air again. They were moving at a brisk pace, much faster than they could've gone by foot.
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