Pod-Pop

[cityship]

||Pod Release Protocols Initating|| Stacy's familiar voice sounded out to all the podmates.

In the Pod Caverns, there were the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.

There was condensation and mist spraying out from cracks in the pods, as the people inside slid out onto the floors, covered in slime.

Pop. Poppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiissss.

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[wolf-that-grins.livejournal.com]

This? Was remarkably gross.

"What in the Mother Rat's name am I doing here covered in what appears to be Wyrm-snot?"

[playsin-traffic.livejournal.com]

Tony wiped slime out of his eyes, blinking blearily. What the fuck was going on? He shakes his head, confusion evident on his features as he hears a rather familiar phrase (well, two) uttered. He staggers upright, feeling very naked and very slimy.

"...you say Mother Rat?"

[squintybonelady.livejournal.com]

"Sweetie, I need your help with something...."

That was the last thing she remembered hearing. And then... Temperance Brennan groaned, as her body hit the floor with a loud squishy sound.

Rolling over onto her side, she lay there for a moment, her eyes still closed as her brain tried to make sense of the sensations she was feeling. Drafty, yet humid.... She rolled over onto her back, lifting a hand to touch her cheek. Slimy.... Her hand moved from her face and gingerly touched her other arm, and then her stomach. Also slimy, and no clothing.

She reached up to her face again, and wiped it free of the slime. Opening her eyes, her eyebrows drew together as she tried to make out where she was exactly. Huge Caverns. Had she been kidnapped? She didn't feel as though she'd been attacked, nor did she feel as if she'd been drugged. So... That ruled that possibility out.

She pushed herself up and lifted her hand so she could see and rubbed her fingers together - getting a feel for the slime that covered her. It didn't feel like anything she'd ever dealt with before. She squinted her eyes, focusing more on the substance. Organic maybe?

"This makes no sense," she stated, knowing that she was talking out loud and to herself, but at the moment she didn't care.

[purep4zaak.livejournal.com]

Atton groaned softly. The last thing he remembered was being on Nar Shadda. Then slime. Lots of slime. Loads of slime. In fact, this was the only time in his life he could remember being quite this slimy. He cracked an eye open, slowly picking himself up off the floor. Oh, he was also naked. This really kept getting better and better, didn't it? He didn't remember being attacked and from experience getting stunned or knocked over the head hurt more or felt different. He glanced around, trying to get feel for his surroundings. Naturally enough, his blaster was missing. As was just about everything else.

He also seemed to be surrounded by other naked people. The one closest to him seemed to be a woman. A rather attractive one, too.

"Well. At least this isn't all bad."

[brainy-bot.livejournal.com]

No sooner had Brainiac 5 slid out of his pod and he was pushing himself to his feet, his arms extending until he was upright and then withdrawing back to normal proportions. This very clearly wasn't where he recalled being most recently, and even though his link to his own body had been tenuous while under his ancestor's control, he knew he should logically have been somewhere in the vicinity of Colu, not wherever 'here' happened to be right now.

Whoever had abducted him had done a thorough job as well; he had no recollection of how he'd been brought here, and his clothing and Legionnaire equipment was missing. It would also appear that he was far from the only person to have been brought here, judging from the multitude of others awakening in the area.

"This doesn't make any sense," he wondered aloud. "What is going on here?"

Unfortunately it looked as though no one else in the area was likely to know the answer to that question either. They all appeared to be in similar circumstances: naked and covered with some sort of slimy substance.

[cityship]

||Hello, Brainiac 5.||

[thethirdhalfa.livejournal.com]

Dani wouldn't admit it if anyone asked, but when she first woke up, she freaked out just a bit. Namely with a shout of, "I'M MELTING!"

It took about a minute before she realized that one, the goo wasn't quite the same density or color that ecto was, and two, she didn't feel like she was falling apart.

"Oh," she murmured, calming down with this realization. So she was just covered in goo. That wasn't so bad. Though she had to wonder why she had this weird deja vu in a place bigger than any lab she knew. And so many PODS too!

[cityship]

||Hello, Danielle,|| a somewhat motherly voice greeted her, observing, ||You do not appear to be melting at this time.||

Which probably wasn't the most helpful thing ever.

[escapednothlit.livejournal.com]

This...was not how Elfangor imagined the world after death. He certainly didn't imagine the goo. Or the pods. Or the big cavern the pods and goo were in.

However, if he wasn't dead, then how did he live THIS time? He's been inches from those teeth, trying to keep the attention on him so those humans, and his son, could escape.

Then again, sometimes his life really HAD no sense to it, especially in how he could manage to live through his near death experiences. So, if he was alive...where was he?

[cityship]

||Greetings, Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul,|| says a voice from nowhere in particular.

[bostonbeatcop.livejournal.com]

Robert coughed, using the back of one slimy hand to wipe slime from around his nose and mouth. It didn't help very much. The man struggled to his feet, a pinprick of panic beginning to run down his spine as he realized that, yes, he was naked, yes he was surrounded by other naked folks, and yes, he had no idea where the hell he was. He glanced around, forcing the panic down. Panic wouldn't help him ( or anyone for that matter) figure out what was going on. The Last thing he'd known, he'd come from work and turned on The Twilight Zone while he started making dinner. And this, creepily enough, felt like something right out of that television program.

[cityship]

||Hello, Robert Donovan,|| a calm, mother-like voice said from out of nowhere.

[electricityjolt.livejournal.com]

Splat.

This would've been the sound Elle heard if she was listening when she slipped out of the pod and onto the floor.

As it was, however, she was too disgusted and startled to pay attention. Precariously pulling herself to her feet amidst the muck, her mind was in a confused daze. One moment she'd been laying in the sand with Sylar, a fresh bullet hole in her leg, and the next...

Well, it was definitely something out of a sci-fi, but at the moment all Elle could think of was a combination of one of those kids shows where they dump goo on eachother and a clip of childbirth she'd seen once on The Learning Channel.

As her surroundings really began to sink in, Elle felt a nervous panic begin to rise in the back of her throat. What the hell was going on? Was this some kind of creepy dream? She felt awake, but she didn't know if she should trust her own senses right now. Crossing her arms over her chest, Elle bit back her anxiousness, willing herself to put on a stoic face (or, as close to one as she could get). As she looked around, she let a light charge of electricity grow in her fingertips. It always helped to be careful.

"Is anyone going to explain this?!"

[cityship]

||Greetings, Elle Bishop,|| a motherly voice, seemingly coming from nowhere, said.

||Your life signs indicate that you are distressed. Do you desire a mild sedative?||

[notamission.livejournal.com]

The last thing Malcolm Reynolds remembered was falling asleep in the pilots seat aboard his ship. Everyone else was fast asleep all curled up in their bunks but him. Since Miranda sleep was hard to come by even if he wouldn't admit to it. Like any other situation he told himself and his crew they just had to keep flying no matter how much it hurt. Sometimes he wondered if that was true or not.

It wasn't until sounds that weren't familiar with his ship that he started to wake up. Hitting the floor in an gooy sort of slimey mess left was enough to snap the disoriented captain awake and slightly flaily. Oh he was pretty damned sure he hadn't kissed anyone before he fell asleep. Anyone else wouldn't have been pullin' pranks in the middle of the night either. Raising his hands Mal wiped at his face trying to get the ooze out of his eyes and away from his mouth as well as his nose.

Then he noticed he was naked. If Saffron had manged to get her gorram fèifèi de pìyăn on his ship again...

"Gāoyáng zhōng de gūyáng- all right! Jokes over. Ain't to funny in my book, guys." A quick look around had the almost amused expression turning into a frown seeing not his bridge. "Ah.. Kaylee? River?"

[cityship]

||There is no joke,|| a voice answered him. Well, nothing so solid as a voice. A head voice, if you will. A head voice completely independent from Mal's very own personal head voice. ||Kaywinnit Lee Frye is a registered memeber of the pod-crew.|

That was something, right?

[wont-hesitate.livejournal.com]

He realized that when he sat down to complete patient files he'd been tired, that had been why he'd grabbed a drink, not too warm and not alcoholic obviously, in addition to three or four different colored binders. Sliding out of a strange structure onto an unfamiliar floor completely unclothed and covered in something that could be best described as 'slime' or 'goo', had never been in Kousaku's evening plans and no doubt would never be. But here he was in the previously mentioned situation with no clue as to how he got there.

Within a couple seconds the idea of 'here' just being a dream was written off, it was much too specific for that. Though he would have preferred it that way, one could wake up from a dream. Kousaku slowly sat up, mindful not to slip, and opened his eyes to look around. Of course he looked behind him first, discovering the pod he'd been in earlier and wondering in the back of his mind what was going on.

[cityship]

||Greetings, Aizawa Kousaku,|| a voice said in his head. Where it came from, it would be hard to tell but it sounded calm and almost motherly.

[servantoformazd.livejournal.com]

Elika had been dozing in abandoned ruins, in her travels to find her people when she'd woken up, covered in some strange, viscous liquid, no longer wearing her clothes. The unusual surroundings seemed to wake her further and she sat up, trying to hide her nakedness with one arm, scooting back several feet, hindered a little by the slime. "By Ormazd!" She gasped, her voice feeling rough, unused.

Some of that disgusting liquid got into her mouth at her gasp and she turned her head to the side, spitting it out, trying to wipe her mouth clear of it.

[cityship]

||Greetings, Princess Elika,|| a calm voice said. It was voice that did not appear to have a source and, oddly, seem to actually be only in the princess' head.

[staturity]

Oh God. She'd had weird stuff happen before but this was even weirder (and slimier) than getting absorbed by the Absorbing Android.

Cassie tried to cover herself with her hands and at the same time looked around, readying herself.

She wasn't about to let whoever took her do it without a fight like the last time some pervert grabbed her.

"Where am I? Who's there? Show yourself!"

[cityship]

||You are in the Pod Caverns. I am here. I am visible.||

The answering 'voice' wasn't quite a voice. It didn't sound right for that. It sounded like it was by-passing her ears completely.

[wantstobebatman.livejournal.com]

"WAUGH!"

Oh... Oh that was a floor. And a massive puddle of slime, and him in the middle of it unclothed except for his mask. No weapons on his person or within reach.

And he'd hit his elbow on the floor too, so now his one arm was all tingly.

The Doc's ninja senses snapped to life momentarily and he got on his feet, keeping low as he looked around the vast room he had somehow reached after leaning back in his office chair a little too far. This was... well about as far from 'office like' as possible. A low hum through the whole place and hundreds upon hundreds of pods like the one that had just split open and dumped him out. Inside the shell of the pod was an unintelligible tangle of what seemed to be vines and no indication of an exit that would have taken him back to the office.

He'd been moved. He'd been taken from his office, stripped of his belongings and PLACED here and his brain had fogged the transition so utterly that he felt like it had been seconds ago that he was sitting in his comfortable leather chair. There could be no purpose for the buckets of slime on and around him except some kind of suspended animation like in the Keanu Reeves movie and there were a terrifying number of other individuals in the same state he had somehow just been released from. Which meant there was probably a REASON he in particular had been let out.

No idea how long he'd been here, where Gordito, Yoshi or Judy were... Damn!

A little investigating led him to the pathway winding between the pods and when he nudged one with his foot it lit up. Then so did all the others - picking out a route for him winding along the floor and then up and UP a winding staircase to the dark mouth of a doorway.

"Well that's convenient. Guess if you're gonna kidnap people by the hundreds you've gotta be efficient."

Nothing else will do him any good for now. Might as well follow the lead.

[governmentninja]

Naked and covered in slime. No clothes, no weapons, no one else, no nothing.

Except the slime.

He really wished he could say that this was the first time something like that happened ever happened to him.

Leon immediately wiped the gunk off of his face as best he could, wanting to take better look around.

[cityship]

||Greetings, Leon Kennedy,|| a voice, sounding very maternal, spoke from out of nowhere. Literally, in came from out of nowhere as it did not appear to have a voice and seemed to actually be in Leon's head...a headvoice that was not his own.

[six-of-eight.livejournal.com]

Rebooting...

Systems online..

Download complete..

When Six hit the floor she gasped, the functions of breathing like a normal human being kicking back in as if it had never been on secondary systems. She gasped as she forced the air back into her lungs and forced herself to move. Her eyes glanced about quickly taking in the ship that.. was not a Base Ship or that of Galcatica.

Caprica slowly stood using the pod she had been ejected from for help. The slime and goo weren't unfamiliar to her at all or the feeling of the ship being alive. What she was surprised not to see were other Cylons if she had somehow downloaded back onto a baseship. "Hello?" she asked tentatively.

[gangstageek.livejournal.com]

He hit the ground, rather ungracefully, but was so quick to his feet, one may never know he had been ungraceful. That was reflex. Then Dark Smoke Puncher noticed his surroundings.

He was in a pod cavern.

Clearly one in an alien space ship.

And he was covered in slime, clearly coming from one of the pods, and completely naked except for his mask. Well, it was nice to see that aliens can respect the ninja way.

So, kidnapped by aliens and just woke up from a stasis pod.

...

THIS WAS SO AWESOME!

"Dawg, this is so gay," Dark Smoke Puncher muttered, looking like the typical annoyed teen. Who knew? This might be some sort of set up by his parents and there was no way he was breaking his act now.

Even if it was really cool.

But first, clothes. Yes, he really needed to get clothes. Then his weapons. The aliens might still be trying to eat his brain and released him for sport, after all.

[vision-ya.livejournal.com]

Kuh-lunk!

Pieces of sleek-looking armor fell from one of the pods and landed in the goo on the floor. A moment later, the center of the chest plate began to glow, and a moment after that, the armor had assembled and transformed itself into the shape of a teenage boy.

"[This is disgusting,]" Jonas said, phasing out of his goo coating and looking around, his eyes glowing gold in the dim lighting. "[Whoever you are, I assure you, you will not get away with this.]"

[thegunnert9.livejournal.com]

It was warm. Why was it warm? Coming out of a stasis pod has always left the Gunner cold, and stiff. Now, he felt warm, and slick. His finely muscled body also felt like it was primed and ready to go, how strange. The Gunner opened his eyes at last and blinked in confusion, finding them...covered. His fingers deftly swept at the crap in his eyes and that was when panic began to set in. His gloves were gone, and so was the familiar weight of his weapons and poncho. Silently, he flicked a hand from the floor where it had been holding him up, to his side and the man gritted his teeth in a feral aggravation.

Whoever had taken it upon themselves to remove his weapons against his consent would have their neck wrung violently. Standing, the naked man took stock of himself, not bothering to clean off what he could just yet. His face was a practiced scowl, and anger smoldered in his eyes as he checked over his arms and legs for any signs that he himself had been tampered with. At last, with a calming sigh, he ran a slick hand over his head, brushing the minimal hair there back as his eyes glanced about for some sign of who was holding him hostage. Questions were blooming like accusatory flowers in his mind.

[cityship]

||Greetings, Gunner,|| a disembodied voice said. It was a calm and almost motherly voice that not only seemed to come from nowhere and have no source--hence the 'disembodied' part--but also appeared to actually be inside his head. It was a headvoice. Just not his headvoice.

[clear-horizons.livejournal.com]

Awaking with no knowledge of 'how I got here', 'where I am', or even 'what the hell is going on', the elderly man who slipped from his pod found himself understandably perturbed. "What is the meaning of this?!" he cried out, glaring about the disgusting chamber. Something was dreadfully off here, and it wasn't even the fact that Picard had woke from a pod, covered in slime, and naked.

It was that, as noted, he had no idea of the why or how. "I'm Captain Jean-Luc Picard, of the United Star Ship Enterprise. I represent an organization known as the United Federation of Planets, now someone tell me what I am doing here!" Frustrated and angered, few things honestly ticked the captain off more than potentially toying with his ship and crew.

[cityship]

||Greetings, Captain Jean-Luc Picard,|| a voice spoke. This voice, however, did not have a source. In fact, it seemed to be saying the words directly into Picard's head.

[outweightheone.livejournal.com]

With the usual pop-kashunkschss, one Commander Spock finds himself waking up, not so much in his quarters, but on the floor, nude, in a very dark room.

He gets up, dries himself off, listens to Stacy's introduction and asks a few questions he won't get answers for. He's suited up, patted on the head and sent on his way.

What? It is the most logical thing to do in his current situation.

[sonof-mogh.livejournal.com]

Worf wakes up, finds himself covered in slime, and is not happy. Not happy at all. He glowers at nothing in particular, speaking to the empty room.

"Where am I? What have you done with my uniform?"

[licence-to-torc.livejournal.com]

Ok, waking up, covered in sticky ooze.

And not in the fun way.

Unfortunately, following his first instinct, the torc seemed sluggish and hard to reach somehow. So when he pulled himself up to find something to hit, it was even more disorienting.

"Bloody. Fucking. Hell?!"

[goddamnwingman]

The pod cavern was pretty much cleared out by the time the final pod popped, spilling its occupant to the floor. Maybe Stacy was trying to do one good thing by letting him keep his identity as secret as she could.

Or maybe he had just been an afterthought.

Either way, Dick Grayson stirred from the floor, looking around and trying to get his bearings before he did anything. Gather information. Figure out what was going on. Then take action from there.

When getting his bearings led to more questions than answers, though, he finally turned onto his back and stared upwards. "I think I know how Dorothy felt," he muttered, pushing himself to his feet and wrinkling his nose at the goo. "At least the witch ended up under the house and not all over her. Yuck."