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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.
--
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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He nodded with a smile. "Exactly. Our village was attacked not too long ago by dragons, but we were able to capture some. My son is now fighting one of the worst ones. If-when he wins, he'll be the village hero." He was too pleased not to brag.
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Stoick was nice, a little fēng kuáng de, but nice. Else he had been born out on the Rim and didn't know a lick of nothing about the rest of the 'verse. The later seemed to be more of an idea than the first. And then there was the dragons thing. "Seriously. Seriously?" Gwen canted her head enough to look up at him, confusion evident on her face as she spoke. "Why would you let your son fight one of them? I mean... dragons are.."
Well finding the words to describe it was harder than she thought.
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He regarded her warily. He wasn't crazy, he knew that much. "Hiccup can more than hold his own against a dragon. He's been trained and its a way he can prove to us that he's a Viking. Besides, he's got a good helmet and is quick on his feet."
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Over 500 years the ideas of what was important to teach about Earth's history had been cut back drastically if at all. She had no idea what a Viking was or where they came from let alone what kind of ships they used, though she assumed they were wooden and like the few she'd seen back on Verbena. A deep set frown set across her face- the expression of a person trying to put the pieces together. "No.. No I don't rightly reckon we're talkin' about the same kinda ships. Cressi can fly through the air and out in space...."
Dragons were things of stories for her people. When they hadn't crossed any other living thing when her ancestors had left Earth the idea of there being nothing left out there to discover had settled in. All their planets had been changed by man to what they were now. But... dragons? Crossing her arms over her chest the woman walked in silence for a good minute or two before speaking up again. "Dragons are just part of stories where I come from."
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He glanced fleetingly at her when she fell silent for a moment. Clearly she was having trouble with this whole dragon thing, which she expressed.
"So you don't have dragons?" The concept was completely beyond him.
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Yes she was, a little. When he asked his own question the red head quietly shook her head soon locking strands of lose red hair behind one of her ears. "No. No nothing that we didn't grow ourselves or were kept alive when man left Earth. After 500 years you'd think we'd have found something else other than what we had, but, eh..." Nothing. There had been nothing but the Black.
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"We're self relient as well, growing what we can - which isn't much." Ah, there was that thing about leaving a planet again. It still confused him, but he wasn't going to question it. "500 years is a long time." They'd only been on Berk for 300.
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"Imagine living near five hundred years with not seeing the open sky or having dirt beneath your feet. My great grandparents were just kids when they finally settled on a place to call home." Gwen couldn't even guess how that must have felt for the first time in ones life seeing the sky or feeling dirt between ones toes. But then she grinned, glancing up at Stoick as she did so. "I can't imagine my little girl fighting a dragon let alone growing up."
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"But I can't imagine never seeing the sky or feeling the dirt. More often than not we're braving the harsh elements." That was one way to describe it when dragons burned down parts of the village, leaving many houseless. It was no easy task either when it came to rebuilding after such attacks. But what didn't kill them made them stronger.
"Truth be told, several weeks prior I would not have been confident that my son could slay a dragon. He was...well, not exactly dragon-killing potential. Quite the opposite really. Had to save his arse a time or ten."