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Entry tags:
- !location: pod caverns,
- !plot: pod release,
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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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"Do you remember anything?" She asked a little surprised that she'd done so. Either her natural curiosity was getting the better of her, or she was coming to terms with the new situation.
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Hana pulled a face as he tried hard to remember. "When... When something..." He clenched his fists and began hitting in own head in a vain attempt to kick-start his memory. "When something... Something happen..?" It was clear from his voice he was guessing.
"Something must have happened." He turned to look at her, a little hint of desperation in his voice. "Something happened, right?"
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She was purposefully leaving out the part about what she was running from. No need to get into all of that...ever again.
She paused thoughtfully and pinched her arm, "Ow. OK, not dead...or dreaming. Which can't feel pain?"
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"Neither." He said, oddly, before taking a deep breath. He couldn't deny it, there was a part of him that was feeling a little giddy. "Let's go." He started walking.
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It was then she realized she was following him, and this came as a surprise. Maybe it was just easier going into the unknown if there was someone in front of you? Kind of like the reverse version of her dads joke about the bears.
You don't have to outrun the bears, just the other campers.
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He cleared his throat. "So, er, what's your name anyway?"
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And now well...now it was impossible not to. Her face was bright red and she double checked to make sure she was covering herself. Not far to go to getting a plantsuit thankfully.
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"Sandy... Sandy..."
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"Short for Cassandra...I dunno it sounded kinda girlie."
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He just blinked at her for a moment before smiling. "Wow, I though Sandy sounded pretty cool but Cassandra is great!" He chuckled, not a hint of sarcasm or a mocking tone encroaching on his words.
Hana gave her a large grin before turning back round. "Cassandra." He chuckled again. "That's so fun to say."
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"Yeh, people can be jerks like that. They should have listened to her." He turned his head back around to grin at her again. "Don't worry, if you tell me the floors sinking, I'll believe you."
Hana stopped at the entrance to the spiraling walkway, gazing up at the massive structure in awe. "Woah!" At the top he could make out goo-covered people like themselves entering a room and leaving wearing something weird, but at least they were clothed... and not covered in snot.
"I think we're supposed to go there. You okay with climbing?"
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Here's hoping this kids luck was better.
"This place is weird looking. I've never seen walls and stuff like this. It feels like the floors moving." She commented.
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Well...it wasn't raining here.
The stairs weren't so bad, as they neared the top, "Oh um...what's your name?" She asked realizing she hadn't yet.
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For the first time since they'd met, Hana looked a little sheepish and embarrassed, which was odd, you know, considering until this point he'd been stark naked infront of a girl. "Oh, erm, my name's Hana. Hana Asakura." He kept looking forward instead of at Sandy.
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And for the first time in what felt like days she smiled.
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"Creeeeepy."
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"Yeah OK." Sandy shifted nervously from one point to the other, "Don't die or anything." She added in haste...and then realized she was looking into his eyes and looked down embarrassed...and then realized she'd looked down while he was naked and looked up face bright red again from having seen more then a girl her age should, "I mean like...um...be safe...don't die. Right?"
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But then she got too close and Stacy urged her on with a little help from the tentacles reaching out to grab her and pull her in for a cleaning and to be dressed.
She'd just have to find Hana later when she got out of there.