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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.
--
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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She was smothered! Covered entirely, oh God, Lulubell had returned, she was going to down her, she couldn't breathe!
But then the pop that enveloped her opened, and Miranda tumbled out onto the floor. For a moment she lay there still, gasping. She wasn't drowning; she was alive. Lulubell wasn't going to kill her...
And then Miranda looked down, and screamed.
"My clothes!" she cried, frantically trying to cover herself with her hands. She was naked! Oh god, what if someone saw her...what if one of the other Exorcists saw her? She would have die, shrivel up into nothingness from the shame. "Where am I?!"
||You are here.||
Miranda looked around wildly. Someone was talking to her! "Who are you?" she whispered, fearful. "Are you one of the Noah? Please, why...why did you bring me here?"
||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.||
Chosen? The Innocence had chosen her. It had given her a purpose; a reason to live. A way to help the people important to her. But when she looked around, she couldn't see anyone from the Order.
Instead, she saw Rory. A man. A naked man. And he could see her nakedness!
"Aaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
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No gun, no badge, nothing but her own self, but that would be enough. You just needed to act the part of cop, use the right tone of voice.
Zam came barging in, in between the girl and the naked man, and assuming (correctly) that he was somehow responsible for the screaming (though not in the way she thought), she bellowed out in her best impression of someone that'd snap his neck if he didn't keep some distance:
"Step away from the girl, dirtbag!"
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And she was SCREAMING, why did they always? He much preferred Amy's tactic of beating the monster down with the nearest blunt object and then yelling for the Doctor. His head hurt already, without the screams.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I swear I wasn't looking! I'd offer you my coat, if I had one."
He swallowed hard, hunching in on himself. Of course, and that sounded like an official, though judging by the spaceship, he didn't know if he should assume police or not. "Sorry, officer. I didn't touch her. Or look! Or...ah....do you happen to know where we are? Or what happened to our clothes?"
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"I'm sorry!" She squealed, her voice slightly muffled now that the pod was in between her and the others. "I didn't mean to be naked!" Oh god, why did she have to be naked? How would she live with the shame?!
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"So you're not attacking her?" She turned to Miranda. "He's not attacking you?"
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"It's not your fault, or any of our fault, breathe, I'm sure they've trousers for us somewhere. Maybe the rest of a uniform. She can't possibly expect us to fight whatever these aliens are without any clothes, right?"
He sincerely hoped so, at least. He and the Doctor were going to have words about rescuing, if this ship expected him to fight a battle naked.
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"I'm not arresting anybody! I thought he was attacking you. If he wasn't, then we're all in the same dropship here, and that means we need clothes, and need to figure out what the sprock is going on."
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He took a deep breath, not lowering his hands from their current positioning. "Should I leave? Do you think she'd be more comfortable with just you, Officer?"
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Zam pushed some slimy hair off of her foreheard.
"Okay. Okay. So no one is attacking anyone, and we need clothes, right? How about we stick together, and...we can walk side by side, okay? So no one's eying up anyone. I'll be the buffer in the middle, blocking everyone's view. How about we walk along like that, together? It's safest, and preserves the most modesty. Then we'll find us some clothes, and work from there. Sound like a plan?"
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"Of course, officer. Lead-er, let's just walk. The sooner we find trousers, the sooner I can uncover my eyes....just warn me if there are any drop offs, please?"
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For a moment Miranda hovered, wanting to just stay here and hide forever. Except what if there were more naked people around? What if someone else found her?! She'd be trapped here forever!
Taking a deep breath, Miranda steeled what courage she had and leaped up, running to Zam's side and grabbing her hand before quickly turning her head so that she was looking in the other direction from Rory.
"Oh God oh God oh God oh God oh God oh God oh God oh God..." Miranda repeated, seemingly unaware of the fact that she was muttering to herself in a panicked whisper.