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Entry tags:
- !location: pod caverns,
- !plot: pod release,
- 779/splicer,
- alexander,
- azula,
- chancellor,
- chases-parked-cars,
- clark kent,
- daniel jackson,
- fifth doctor,
- gertrude yorkes,
- hilde schbieker,
- hogan bight/crucible,
- ildraniath,
- inara serra,
- jara hamee,
- john-117,
- kaya,
- lion-o,
- lord zedd,
- mami tomoe,
- mewtwo,
- midna,
- miranda lotto,
- neville longbottom,
- nima,
- old lace,
- rory williams,
- ryuunosuke ikenami,
- sabrina,
- sarah kerrigan,
- serah farron,
- shiori,
- snow villiers,
- sofia,
- sterling malory archer,
- superboy (yj),
- takeru shiba,
- ter'thelas,
- yuna,
- zam tolen
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.
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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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Midna looked around for a sign of her companion; he had to be here somewhere. When she didn't spot him immediately, she dove into one of the shadows cast across the unearthly cavern, shedding the slime that covered her on the surface of the floor before she re-emerged. Not any better-informed, but clean at least.
She hovered slowly towards what she hoped was the right direction. Right direction for what, she had no idea.
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But if this was somebody else in the chambers with him ... "Hey, have you seen a girl in here? She's about," he put a hand up (which, compared to him, made his visual description look pretty short), "this tall. Long hair, pink, her name is Serah. I've got to find her!"
And while he was at it, "Or anybody who calls herself Lightning. A boy named Hope? Or Sazh."
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He jerked a thumb back to the pod he was just hitting. "If he's not out here, he might be in one of these. Want to help me get'em open?"
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"Well, if you can't pry 'em open, I don't think I'd be able to." Which was a little disingenuous; Midna might be small in size, but she relied on her magic, not her physical strength. Still...
She willed the strands of her ponytail forward, sliding them over the surface of one of the pods. When she found some purchase, she yanked, hard -- aaaand nothing. "Hmph."
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"You've got some pretty strong hair."
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"Anyway, are you sure we should be trying this? No telling what's inside, or what'll happen if one of these things gets broken. They could drown in there."
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He stepped up to a sealed pod again. Instead of punching it right away, though, he examined it, looking to see if there were any alternate routes he could take. "There's gotta be a way to open them..."
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"Who's this 'Serah', anyway? Your sister, maybe? Your wife?"
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"Soon-to-be-wife, anyway." He shook his head, lips curling into a tired-looking smile. "I already had some detours for the wedding, This is getting old, quick!"
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A beat. "Fang. And Vanille, too." Just because they were sleeping didn't mean they wouldn't have been picked up by a ship, right? Snow swore to himself that they'd see each other again one day. And even though his list of names was long, and people would begin to doubt that maybe they weren't picked up by the ship as well, Snow had faith in the huge number of pods that he could make out up and down the halls and the walls.
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"So, what are you doing here? Or what were you doing, before you were here?"
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"I was about to tackle the same thing, actually," said Midna. "Well, we weren't quite done yet, but I'm sure we would have been by now. Whenever now is."
She scowled, looking around for the source of the voice, but of course finding nothing. "And I hate bugs. Ugh. What's this 'fal'Cie' stuff about?"
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Poor Snow. He still didn't have the slightest clue that these others here with him were from completely different places.
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She's not sure where Snow's from, but there are certainly humans like him back home, so it could be possible that he's just a foreigner of some kind. Could be.
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"But ... you really don't know what they are? I thought everyone did, since you see'em everywhere. Maybe other parts of Pulse use different names or something."
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"Pulse? I've never heard of that country. I was in Hyrule before I ended up here."
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And then he shook his head. This sure was confusing. Not hearing of Pulse? And what was Hyrule? "Never heard of that, either. The heck is going on here?"
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She took the opportunity to peer at Snow a little more closely. "Maybe you're from a different world, too, like that voice said. You sure don't seem like most of the humans I've seen."
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