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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.
SCIENCE/ANTHROPOLGY BUDDIES???
"I don't believe we've been given the benefit of our immediate effects, unfortunately, nor do we seem to be in any standard room. Given the temperature and the manner in which we were... well, I suppose hatched ought to be a proper term, we're in some sort of organic incubation chamber. How well d'you get on without spectacles, or do you need assistance?"
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Okay, now that wasn't looking good. Someone had stripped them for a reason, which meant everything had been taken. His first thought was that it was the Goa'uld somehow. A chill went down his back. His G.D.O. was among them, wasn't it? His IDC could be changed but they wouldn't do it immediately. Daniel fought down the thread of unease. It couldn't be the Goa'uld. It didn't make sense, because he definitely remembered getting spat out of the Stargate. Had he even gotten to the infirmary at all? He couldn't remember.
"Oh. I... see," Daniel muttered, not really seeing it. He was suddenly glad just then that he couldn't see that well. Incubating? Incubating what? Diseases? Something growing inside them? Daniel shuddered. Organic incubation pods didn't seem like the Goa'uld's style. The slime and sensation of falling out of that pod was bad enough. Too messy. They were more into gold, extravagance and sarcophagus and rituals.
The sound was the worst part. The room was full of sickening squelches and he was starting to remember the pop of thick liquid when he'd fall out, not to mention the way it'd felt. The Doctor's description was more than enough for now. He hurriedly focused on the question. "Everything's blurry. I'll be fine." Daniel squinted, looking the other man up and down. "Are you okay?"
You'd think they'd have fan clubs by now. oh wait...
"It's only my name," he advised gently, "nothing meant to frighten or offend." The sudden tension in the young man's stance didn't go amiss, however, and the Doctor cocked his head, concerned. What a strange thing to be upset by, the idea of incubation. Unless he himself was assuming too much, and this wasn't just another Earthbound human. He hated to admit it, but he'd been wrong about such things before.
He opened his mouth to enquire, but immediately closed it again; it was probably bad form when the man was already shaken. Instead, he gave Daniel a hearty pat on the shoulder, still mindful to keep him balanced, and smiled.
"Don't worry too terribly--I'm fit as a fiddle, and we're safe as houses. Focus on the dark spots, chap, less strain on the eyes. Can you hear the ship?"
Never live down that LINDA lot, will you?
"Alright," Daniel agreed. Mostly because he wasn't going to argue over whatever the man wanted to call himself. Even if it didn't make sense if he was trying to pick an alias. As strange as it was, they did have bigger problems.
The Doctor gave him a friendly pat, actually more like a heavy slap to the shoulder. Daniel was thankful he was balanced, because he was stronger than he looked. There was something incredibly eccentric going on in there. Daniel could see that he was (probably) smiling, and he sounded and looked kind of young, but he exactly hadn't heard those expressions used by anyone under seventy. It gave off the impression that he'd wandered in some decades too late.
Right, his advice. It didn't actually help that much. Everything was dark in here, with some lights from the pods and the other smaller lights. Daniel tried anyway.
He was trying so hard that he couldn't have heard him right. Ship? What was he talking about? "Um. No. Can you?"
Daniel tried listening. He could hear more pods popping, more people talking. There was a kind of ambient throbbing drone too. Was that what he meant?