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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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"I am Kettch of Bright Tree Village!"
Then he looked around uncertainly. The vast chamber was still frighteningly dark and filled with eerily glowing pod-things. Now that he looked around, he noticed that there were some popped pods closest to them - filled with the same goop that was on them. Had they been in those things? ...Better not get too close. What if they got pulled back into them?
"Hey, hey, Wes Janson. Let's find the people the Great Spirit Stacy said were waiting for us."
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Okay, this was definitely proof that he was dreaming. But he might as well just go along with it until he woke up, right? Wes suppressed a smile, and instead nodded and took another look around the chamber.
"Those lights..." They almost looked like they were laid out in a path, now that he thought about it for a minute. "Let's try following them." At worst, they'd lead nowhere, and at best, well, they might even find a shower.
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[ooc: Acha - Okay. Yub yub - follow.]
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Wes caught up easily, and had to consciously work to keep himself from overtaking Kettch -- he had a much longer stride, since he didn't have stumpy little Ewok legs. As the main walkway came into view, though, he paused for a moment and took a look at the new, improved view of the cavern.
It was huge.
For a moment, he didn't say anything, and just stared at it. "Huge" was nothing new, but all those pods -- and if every one of them had another person in it...well, it was a good thing he was firmly convinced this was a dream. What on earth were they even trying to do with millions of people trapped in pods full of alien goop?
After a moment, though, he glanced at Kettch. "It looks like we've got a bit of a walk. You want me to give you a lift, or something?" He probably wouldn't be able to move quite as fast carrying an Ewok, but he was pretty sure that even encumbered, he'd be able to move faster than Kettch was.
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Kettch blinked and tilted his head up at Wes. Then he huffed and put his soggy hands on his soggy hips. "I am no wokling! I am a warrior and a great pilot! I do not need to be carried!" And with that, he started up the walkway. However, as the angle grew steeper, he had more and more trouble with his slippery fur on the spongy floor.
He hadn't gotten much farther before he slipped with a yelp and slid back down the walkway towards the edge. "Waaaugh!"
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Once again, Wes managed to keep his amusement off his face (he was getting quite a workout with that, today), and his tone was perfectly serious. "I never took you for a wokling, but that slime's a menace, and I don't think we want to keep everybody waiting for too long."
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But then he let go of Wes and huffed, both embarrassed and grumpy. "Alright, Wes Janson. But just till I get my fur clean again!" He made a face and tried to scrape off more slime before climbing to his feet.
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"Yes! I am going to be the greatest ewok pilot in memory! And I'm the only ewok to ride the fierce condor dragon!" he puffed out his chest proudly.
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"I'm a pilot, too," Wes explained as they moved on. "Never flown a condor dragon, though. I mostly stick to X-Wings." It was just small talk, but he didn't think they were going to stumble upon any amazing revelations until they met whoever was supposed to be explaining the rest of this to them, anyway, and if it was a topic that kept Kettch's mind off the fact that he didn't want to be getting a piggyback ride from some random snot-covered human, well. So much the better.
In some other corner of Wes's mind, though, he was trying to figure out where all this came from. Ewok pilot named Kettch, sure. He could see where his subconscious would pull that one from. But he was a little disturbed that he was apparently dreaming about the rest of this situation, and he was sure taking his sweet time about waking up.
Okay. Whatever. Go with the flow.
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[ooc: Ee chee wa maa - Wow!/Oh my goodness!]
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"You might have a hard time reaching the controls. They're built with humans in mind." Might nothing, Wes knew for a fact that no Ewok was going to be able to reach to steer without some kind of prosthetics.
Of course, he had been able to scrounge some up, once upon a time, but they'd just been there as window dressing and didn't have to actually work.
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"I'll find a way! I will learn to fly one!" Kettch was so enthusiastic about this declaration that when he pumped his fist in the air, he almost slipped but caught himself by grabbing Wes's head. "I'll be the first ewok to fly one!"
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"Hey, looks like we're coming up on...something." There was a room at the end of the walkway. He could just see something...moving, inside?
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