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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psst, remember, enter key.

[cityship]

||The closest pronunciation of my name human vocal folds are capable of producing is STA'C K'LTRRB'TXFT.|| The name felt like motherly love, duty, and honor -- all from a source outside of Gunner's head. ||You may also call me Stacy.||

Re: psst, remember, enter key.

[thegunnert9.livejournal.com]

As he listened, and then as he thought about what the voice had said, the Gunner began swiping the drying material from his skin where it clung. His tattoos, the only thing marring his well toned muscles, were simple and extensive. Long, thick, black lines spread from the man's spine, between his shoulder blades, coming to arrow tips just behind his wrists.

Normally, he wouldn't show off the seemingly harmless decorations, just in case they were recognized. Being without his poncho and gloves made the Gunner edgy. "And my other questions?" His tone carried his aggravation at having to remind the voice what else he had been asking. "Why I'm here, and what I've gotta do to get out? And my guns, where are they? I need them back." The man couldn't help but look up as he posed his questions, a presumably ancient human habit of which the origin was unclear.