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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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"I was returning to my homeworld after a lengthy diplomatic assignment. As I stepped off the shuttle there was a moment where everything seemed oddly distorted followed by a bright flash of light that swallowed everything around me." She blinked unconsciously at the memory. "Then what seemed like only a moment later I found myself as you see me know, as you must also have found." She paused for a moment before asking, "What about you? Did you also see a bright flash of light before being taken?"
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"That is an apt description of it," he agreed, offering her a nod of agreement. "Especially the light. That was most certainly present." Fortunately, it didn't bother him so much as it made him angry - that anything had been able to get past his defences and his guard. Surely, someone would pay for that, if there was anything left. "It sounds as if that is the only common factor, then." He had been about to travel to another planet, but even that wasn't quite the same.
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Reyna frowned slightly as Ba'al shared more of the details of his abduction. He was right that the light was the only common link between their two experiences. That gave them very little to go on and Reyna found that to be rather disconcerting.
"The bright flash of light before we were taken does indeed seem to be the only common factor. Sadly I don't think that's enough for us to form any kind of hypothesis beyond what we already know - that whomever, or whatever, is behind our abductions is far superior to us technologically."
The trail of pulsing lights they were following eventually ended at a eerily organic looking staircase. Clearly the only way out of the cavern, Reyna mounted the steps without hesitation, doing her best to hide her sense of discomfort at feeling the steps softly throbbing beneath her bare feet.
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However, the lack of commonality between her story and his actual situation was unpleasant. He began to grimace before he suppressed it, at her suggestion that the this power was superior. A hard pill to swallow, regardless of the likelihood. "Not necessarily," he said, practically boasting. "The only other common link, it seems, is necessity - of us. And any being, regardless of its nature, that needs something inferior to it is likely not as well off as it would have others believe." Discounting slaves and armies, of course; those were another matter all together.
Ba'al hardly gave the staircase a glance beyond the initial survey of it. It was unpleasant, yes, but he tried not to let that show. There were still far more pressing matters, and so he felt free to ignore it. Perhaps he could complain more formally later.
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"That is an excellent point," Reyna conceded, impressed with Ba'al assessment. "In light of that I have to I agree that Stacy, or whomever is controlling her, may not be as powerful as they would like us to believe." She chuckled grimly. "'Never believe everything you hear' as they say."
When they reached the top of the stairs they were confronted by row upon row of gently swaying vines. Intrigued, Reyna cautiously approached them, her hand outstretched. She was almost close enough to touch the nearest vine when several of them suddenly lashed out and wrapped themselves around her arms and legs. Reyna cursed and struggled but was unable to break free. She had no choice but to stand there helplessly as the vines slithered over every inch of her curvaceous form.
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"Precisely," he agreed. While he would be seeking as much information as possible, he needed to take everything with a grain of proverbial salt. And besides, there was no way he could have been overpowered so simply.
Ba'al, however, did not trust those vines. "Wait," he tried to call after Reyna as she approached them haphazardly. Just like an idiotic human to fall so easily to a trap.
However, his slight movement forward, and the raising of his hand at his protest of her walking into it set it off for himself as well. The vines were far too far, seizing him before they set to their work, separating him further from his reluctant (on both ends, he would imagine) companion. "Release me!" he shouted, in vain.
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She regained her composure as the vines released Ba'al, leaving him similarly cleansed and clothed. The experience had clearly been as distressing for him as it had for her, but where she had been embarrassed and humiliated he seem to more angry and indignant. Shaking her head at the very male reaction, Reyna motioned for Ba'al to follow her.
"The exit appears to be this way. It's time to get those answers I think..."
[OOC: I think this is a good place to wrap this up, assuming that's still okay with you. :) ]
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