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Entry tags:
- !!stacy,
- !location: pod caverns,
- !plot: pod release,
- alphonse elric,
- amaterasu,
- arika,
- calls-all,
- demyx,
- devlin levin,
- dhianeila,
- doc samson,
- donatello,
- einhart stratos,
- eleventh doctor,
- gwen mackenzie,
- kogasa tatara,
- kouji kabuto,
- link,
- maydril val mandrian,
- megaman,
- michael blanc,
- minako arisato,
- ophelia,
- ozma lee,
- pepper potts,
- peter venkman,
- prince of all cosmos,
- ranka lee,
- ratchet,
- reimi saionji,
- riddick,
- setsuna sakurazaki,
- seviilia brightwing,
- sheryl nome,
- starfire,
- stoick,
- suki,
- susan foreman,
- temperance brennan,
- terra,
- tony stark (movie),
- vanyel ashkevron,
- wes janson
Podpop
[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.
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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've been chosen? Surely you must be joking." She says, looking around the cavern at the others.
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"I don't think it's a joke." He drawls out, smirking.
He's not sure what's going on here, but it promises not to be boring -- and hell, he needed a vacation, these days.
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Meanwhile, Pepper was hiding her worry over where Tony was, if he was here, or of he was still home.
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"That's one way to put it."
He's just wondering where they're supposed to go now-- There're bound to be rules in this place. Where to go, where you are, that kind of sh!t.
"I'm gonna guess we follow the pretty lights." He sounds like he's constantly slightly amused, at the expense of everyone else around him.
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"Only way to find out, I suppose." She starts to move up the lighted pathway, long legs eating up the distance.
"Oh. My name is Pepper." She says, over her shoulder. Manners were always a good idea in strange surroundings. It helped with the culture shock.
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"Riddick."
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Of course, he had to walk over to her. They were, after all, alone and naked in an unfamiliar environment. They should stick together... And, of course, he did enjoy seeing her nude. "I don't think this is a joke. If it is, it's a pretty bad one."
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"You're here. That makes it not a joke, sir." Pepper said, after a short silence, before turning around, and keeping her eyes above the arc reactor. Safe territory at least.
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"Well, I think I'm going to need a drink before I even consider thinking about this more." He looks around the cavern. "...I hope I can get a drink, anyway."
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A sigh. "We'll just have to see, won't we? And this time you won't be leaving me high and dry like the last time you went for a drink."
Oh she still remembered that night.
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The possibility of him not remembering the same things she did did not occur to her, but then, this was a unique situation for the famous Miss Potts.
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This didn't sound good. He was talking about things that hadn't happened, and Pepper worried the alcohol had finally started to turn his brain.
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"Why did you do that?" She asked, after a long moment of gaping in shock. Tony had that particular skill of rendering her speechless.
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"I thought I was dying. I didn't know anyone else who could handle taking over for me." Nevermind the fact that he made it particularly hard for her to run the company while running around living like there was no tomorrow.
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Wait. Full Stop. Dying?
"You thought you were DYING?" She said, her voice rising at the last word.
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