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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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"My name's Reyna. What's yours?" The introduction seemed like a mere formality after such intimate contact, but Reyna felt that it was important to follow protocol regardless. She gave the woman a warm smile, her eyes roving over her face and lingering on her beautiful blue eyes and delicate cheek bones.
Suddenly very much aware that she was wearing little more than a few gobs of alien goo and standing very close to an attractive young woman who was just as naked as she was, Reyna felt heat blossom in her cheeks as she started to blush furiously. She took a step backward and removed her hand from the woman's back. She kept her grip on her elbow though, not wanting to completely break contact with her until she knew she was alright.
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"Iliana," she said, "Iliana Maier. It's good to meet you, Reyna."
When Reyna stepped back a little, Iliana caught the edges of her thoughts - inescapable, really, with them in contact and Reyna's mind so wide open. She blushed herself in response. Not because she was ashamed - she wasn't. Nudity really meant nothing to her, not after growing up in a society of telepaths.
"Don't be shy," she said, with a little smile. "No-one's really looking - were all too busy wondering what's happening to notice anyone's body."
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"I certainly hope the others are too busy to stare at us," Reyna said, trying to changing the subject. "Normally it's not a big deal... I mean, with a chest like mine I'm used to it... It's just normally not so exposed..." She moved to cover herself but stopped when she realized that it was pointless. Iliana had already seen it all and more, and she had been so sweet about it that Reyna found herself feeling less self-conscious about being naked around her.
"I know you can't help looking... And it's okay, really... I just hope you'll forgive me for looking as well... It's rather hard not to, given the situation and how pretty you are..." Reyna's soft gray eyes widened in embarrassment when she realized what she'd just said, and the blush in her cheeks slowly spread to her neck and chest. Mortified, she anxiously awaited Iliana's reaction, scanning her expression for signs of irritation and sincerely hoping that she hadn't offend her.
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"Well, if anyone does stare - just take it as the compliment that is is." She grinned. It was hard to keep being miserable, when Reyna was so cheerful. And adorable. The shock would set in later, and she would deal with it then. For now, the distraction was much appreciated. "To be honest, nudity isn't a big deal for me."
When Reyna tumbled over her words, and blushed even further (and very prettily, Iliana couldn't help noticing), she chuckled. "Thank you." There was no way she could interpret that as anything other than a sincere compliment - even if she hadn't still been in contact with Reyna's mind, the adorable blush and stuttering would have been enough. "Although how you can call me pretty when I'm covered in this disgusting goo, I don't know. D'you suppose there's somewhere we can get cleaned off?"
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"You're welcome," she said with a shy smile, pleasantly surprised that her unintentionally voiced thoughts on Iliana's attractiveness hadn't repulsed her. It was always hard to predict how someone would react to such a thing, even under the best of circumstances. "There are some things even being covered in slime can't conceal," she added, her blush fading a bit as some of her nervousness faded away to be replaced by her natural poise.
"As for getting cleaned up - and hopefully finding something decent to wear - I very much hope that there is a pace for that somewhere close by!" While Reyna was feeling more and more comfortable around Iliana, even while naked and covered in goo, she felt that it was high time that she remedied that situation. Looking around, her sharp eyes spotted the pulsing line of lights on the floor just off to the side.
"Let's follow these lights and see where they lead," Reyna suggested. "In lieu of anything more instructive, like a sign or a guide map, they're probably our best bet for finding a way out of here."