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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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Whoops.
Winry blushed quite furiously and kicked at it.
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"Hey great timing aniki, you can introduce us to these lovely ladies!" exclaimed Chamo.
"Chamo-kun seriously..." Negi sighed and averted his eyes. "Negi Springfield. And Chamo..."
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"I'm Tailmon..." Tailmon answered. Hikari was blushing a lot.
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"W-Winry Rockbell."
This was the most awkward introduction ever.
Had she not been so concerned with killing the little rodent, she would ask if any of them knew why they were here. Or where this was.
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At least none of them had gone for the bits like his class would have.
He coughed. "We should, um, find some clothing..."
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"...F-fine."
She was going to give up understanding anything. She'd heard a voice, right? Or was that a hallucination?
(Of course, she was going to let Negi and his perverted ermine lead. She didn't want anyone looking at her behind.)
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"Good job Aniki, you scored two babes!" exclaimed Chamo in a low voice.
"Chamo-kun," he growled in a warning tone.
Sighing, Negi entered the room. What else could go wrong?
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"...Where are we, anyway?"
It was a very good question.
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"Champions of life," said Negi, a little bitterly. "Some champion I am..."
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Tailmon sighed. "Hikari..."
The young girl shook her head, still following after the others.
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But she was positive she'd hallucinated that message, because it couldn't be true.
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"Chamo..."
"Hey, just throwing out suggestions here."
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Hikari frowned, just holding Tailmon closer to her.
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The implications of "saved" disturbed her. What were they saved from?
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"Couldn't save them," muttered Negi, still a little out of it. "So something else does it for me..."
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They were approaching a staircase.
Winry started to realize that she had no idea where these two people were from-- and each had a talking animal. Aliens? Well, I'm already on a ship in space. But aliens are supposed to be...
She would have to apologize for doubting Sheska. If she ever saw her again.
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More tentacles started to wrap him in a plantsuit that was alive, and he looked faintly interested now. "Huh, that's new."
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She screamed her head off at the tentacles coming out of the walls and grabbing at her.
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Wait.
Did she bite one of the tentacles that tried to grab her...?
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"I don't think the ship likes it," added Chamo.
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She would rip them to pieces. (Though she probably didn't have the strength, but a girl can dream, right?)
It was weird, being clothed by a machine in space on a--
Really weird.
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