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cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-01-01 02:54 pm

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.

[identity profile] wontendlikethis.livejournal.com 2011-01-01 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Even beyond the strange feelings, Arf's first concerns were the disgusting smell and taste around her. She immediately began to shake around a bit, trying to get off whatever the strange substance coating her was. She really needed a bath. She really really needed a bath.

But no, that wasn't what was important right now, was it?

She glanced around a bit nervously, wondering what had just happened. While she heard the voice in her head, her instinct was nearly to just disregard it. It sounded pretty ridiculous, whatever it was. She'd never even heard of anything called the Ohm before, and all that talk of being Chosen sounded like the pitch for some weird scam. She had to focus on what was more important. This definitely wasn't the Infinite Library. She didn't like this at all, whatever it was.

[identity profile] supersonicracer.livejournal.com 2011-01-01 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
As Arf considered her situation, there came the tapping of a foot. Rapidly. Like, really fast.

Standing nearby? A four-foot tall blue (and annoyed) hedgehog.

"So, I'm guessing you're in the fog about all this, too, huh?" Sonic said, crossing his arms

[identity profile] wontendlikethis.livejournal.com 2011-01-01 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
She looked a bit startled that someone had managed to sneak up on her for a second, but she was hardly being that alert at the moment.

But she was also a bit grouchy after waking up.

"Hey, stop making that much noise! It's annoying!" she grumbled, referring to the foot tapping. In reality, it really wasn't that bad at all, the entire situation just irritated her a great deal. But as she realized she was just channeling her frustration a bit, she quickly backed down.

"Ah, sorry," she mumbled, crossing her arms a bit sheepishly. "I didn't mean to snap at you, it's just... ugh, I don't have any idea what's going on either. It really pisses me off."

[identity profile] supersonicracer.livejournal.com 2011-01-01 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonic's tapping ceased at once, mostly after she apologized.

"Eh, it's alright. I understand. Glad to know, though, I'm not the only one confused." he said, grinning. He held out a hand in greeting. "Th' name's Sonic. Sonic the Hedgehog."

[identity profile] wontendlikethis.livejournal.com 2011-01-01 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm Arf!" she smiled broadly, her mood shifting almost immediately as she took his hand and shook it. It was strangely comforting just knowing that she wasn't the only one clueless; she was at least on the same page as everyone else.

"You heard that Stacy person though, right? Who'd buy that weird garbage about champions and protectors and junk? That's the most suspicious junk I've ever heard!"

[identity profile] supersonicracer.livejournal.com 2011-01-01 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonic grinned at Arf's disbelief. "I'd buy it." he said, outright. "I've been through so much, at this point, I'm not surprised anymore! Who knows? This might be one big adventure waiting to happen!"

[identity profile] wontendlikethis.livejournal.com 2011-01-01 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Really?" Arf blinked. Well, if Sonic believed Stacy or whatever, Arf figured that maybe she should too. "Usually adventures don't start with you waking up naked and covered in slime though, do they?"

[identity profile] supersonicracer.livejournal.com 2011-01-01 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonic shrugged his shoulders. "Usually. Of course, sometimes they give you a warning, too...!"

[identity profile] wontendlikethis.livejournal.com 2011-01-01 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"So far this adventure sucks!" Arf scowled, though given that it had only just begun she really wasn't basing that off much.

[identity profile] supersonicracer.livejournal.com 2011-01-01 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey, give it a chance! It'll get better!" Sonic said, grinning sheepishly. "How about we try to find someone we know here and get out of here? Or at the very least, find some clothes!"

Thankfully, Sonic's been the type not to gawk at anything...!

[identity profile] wontendlikethis.livejournal.com 2011-01-02 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
Fortunately, or unfortunately, in her child form there isn't much to see anyway. That didn't stop her from trying to suddenly cover up a bit though.

"Y-yeah, you're right. About the clothes and finding people, I mean! Not the getting better part. I still don't know about that."