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Entry tags:
- !location: pod caverns,
- !plot: pod release,
- aljan,
- allenby beardsley,
- anwei ayles,
- aqua,
- bowser,
- cagalli yula athha,
- coconut,
- dave lister,
- dave strider,
- eleventh doctor,
- faiza hussain,
- farseer alastirra,
- feldt grace,
- hana asakura,
- hoshi hikari,
- howard bassem,
- howard the duck,
- jack spicer,
- jade harley,
- jalith,
- judau ashta,
- kanaya maryam,
- kanoe zouichi,
- karkat vantas,
- lockon stratos,
- lone wanderer,
- megamind,
- merlin,
- miranda lawson,
- querl dox,
- red medic,
- remus lupin,
- roxanne ritchie,
- saber,
- sakura haruno,
- sandy marko,
- sho fukamachi,
- signum,
- sonic the hedgehog (games),
- static,
- terezi pyrope,
- tim drake/red robin,
- tomoe hotaru,
- ventus,
- yuuno scrya,
- zelgadis greywords,
- zoë shepard
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 phosphorescent 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 phosphorescent 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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The ship's message did nothing to calm him. He didn't recognize this voice, this "Stacy". It was not the voice of Alma, or the red magicker Jah-lila. There was a lifelessness in its tone, automatic and unfeeling that jarred with the rush of mother's love it gave him.
"There must be some mistake, Stacy," he called out, fly-whisk tail tossing nervously. "If there is danger to my people, they need me among them. I must go home!"
There was no answer, only the softly glowing trail of lights on the floor of this strange cave, unlike any Jan had ever seen.
The dark unicorn tossed his head to throw his dripping forelock from his eyes and, after taking a moment to examine the bizarre fleshy thing that had expelled him, set out warily along the muggy corridor. There was nowhere else for him to go.
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And they also don't look or smell like anything he's seen before. Basically, he still doesn't know where they are. The Doctor is about to check out another pod when he hears what sounds like a whinny. Was that a horse?
Actually, it's a unicorn, the Doctor finds out as he peers around an unopened pod. A black unicorn, clopping down the corridor. Either he knows exactly where he's going or he wants to know exactly where he's going. That's good enough for the Doctor. He steps out from around the pod, raising his hand in greeting. He uses the other one to wipe his slimy hair out of his eyes.
"Hello!" Always good to start with a hello. He doesn't make too many sudden movements, watching that horn. "I'm the Doctor. Are you in a rush somewhere? You look like you are. Or you'd like to be, which amounts to the same thing when you think about it."
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Kanaya Maryam felt better-rested than she had in a long time, but it only took a few glances to confirm to her that this wasn't her hive. It didn't look like any hive she'd ever heard of, not even the complexes a few of her friends had lived in. There were so many recuperacoons, and they were so strangely designed...
And then her still-awakening mind reminded her: this couldn't be a hive. Alternia was in ruins, and the lab where she'd been living didn't have recuperacoons at all. This couldn't be Alternia...
... So why was there a hoofbeast near her? (A handsome hoofbeast, too -- no doubt the lusus of someone far above her on the hemospectrum.)
"Ah," said Kanaya, wiping a smudge of not-quite-sopor-slime away from her mouth. "Hello?" She stepped closer to the hoofbeast and the human man standing near it, although she didn't seem to have registered the Doctor's presence yet.
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"I am in no rush, two-legs," he said, keeping his composure. "I know not where I go, just that there seems to be no other path."
The second stranger was even odder, as Jan couldn't make out her species. She had horns on her head, a little like the pans of the Pan Woods. But she lacked the shaggy, goat-like lower body, and her skin was the wrong color.
"I make no threat to you, strangers, if you return the courtesy."
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He paused, considering. "Do either of you hail from this strange land?"
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"No threats, I like that," the Doctor said, "Not from around here, no. I'm the Doctor and she is..."
The Doctor paused, about to introduce someone he'd just met for the first time. It would have helped if he had known her name or even what she was in the first place. The Doctor half-turned toward his gray-skinned friend, with slight frown on his slime-streaked face.
"Who are you, anyway? Love the horns, both of you."
He didn't correct her on the "human" mistake: it wasn't the first time he'd been mistake for one. Surface resemblance.
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She gestured broadly towards the pods, trusting that the slime told the story.
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"A horse," he said, mostly to himself.
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"Kozlov?"
No, that was stupid. Kozlov was a bear, and Zouichi was pretty sure he hadn't suddenly decided to switch species again. He tried again.
"I'm sorry, I should introduce myself. I am Kanoe Zouichi."
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"Aljan Moonbrow," he replied. "I am a unicorn of the Hallow Hills."
"Do you know where we are, or are you as lost as I?"
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"We appear to be aboard some sort of sentient spaceship," said Zouichi. "I can't find any positioning satellites, so I can only assume that we were abducted and are now far from Earth. Perhaps far from Hallow Hills, as well."
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"A spaceship?" he asked. He supposed that a satellite may be some kind of landmark, and Earth seemed to be a place. That made sense. The first word, however, was completely devoid of meaning and its context gave the unicorn nothing.
"I do not know that word. Come. We may walk and perhaps find answers while we talk."
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"Yes. A spaceship is a ship that travels among the stars. However, I suspect this must be a very large one. I saw many sleeping people in the pods from which we emerged."
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How wondrous this is! But he cannot see out. Based on his experience with the boat, he can only assume they are belowdecks.
"There are many, aye," he said. "I wonder if they will wake as well?" Jan peered down the rows and rows of hanging pods as they walked. They were in various shapes, though they tended to be toward the size of a two-leg.
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"On Earth, where I came from," said Zouichi, "They began creating ships to explore space -- the stars -- years ago. They even established a colony on a nearby world. There are many fascinating things to see out there."
He looked troubled, as if remembering something from long ago. "But there are dangers, as well. I hope that these people can also be kept safe long enough to wake up, as we did."
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"I suppose they may need guarded, but it would take a whole host to patrol such a place adequately. Perhaps a guard can be posted if we find others, and what exactly has happened. Did the strange voice speak to you as well, Kanoe Zouichi?"
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