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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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"Look, I'm not leaving without her. They'll have to drag me outta here if they want me out that badly."
Fortunately for Snow that would happen soon enough at this rate. Or eventually he'd actually find who he was looking for.
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This was going well.
Not at all.
"I know, I'm a stranger. Call me Chief, everyone else does. I'm... or at least I was co-head of Ship Security."
He offered Snow a hand to shake. It was the best he could do as far as a gesture of good faith.
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Unfortunately even great faith wasn't something to convince Snow to just stop looking inside the pods. So he leaned back some with a small smile after that. "I appreciate the advice, Chief, but I already lost her like this once already. I'm not about to let it happen again. Especially when it's not just her this time."
And then he figured he'd add, just to maybe ensure the guy (even though Snow figured his determination would be his own problem if something bad happened). "But I'll be careful. I made it this far, didn't I?"
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He had to get up to the Obs deck. There was work to be done.
"I'm going up. Tell you what, kid. I'll send someone down to check on you in a bit."
And maybe talk sense into him, he privately added to himself.
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Unceremoniously, a small rose-haired girl slid onto the floor, not entirely awake yet. How many times does a girl have to wake up from stasis, anyway?
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"--uh oh," he muttered when he heard the kshh kshh of the pod as it opened. And it was pretty hard to really make out a face through the ... whatever that slime was in those pods. But when he took a step forward, there was something about the hair ... and the height compared to him almost seemed as if--
His eyes went wide, and for a moment he froze, almost as if this was some sort of joke. A trick by what he still thought could very well be the fal'Cie that spoke to him when he woke up. Serah.
"Serah?!"
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She blinked the goo from her eyes as the strange voice told its even stranger story inside her head. Why did it sound so comforting? Where was it coming from?
These questions became momentarily irrelevant when her vision cleared and she saw her beloved fiance. "Snow?"
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"Serah!"
For this one moment absolutely nothing else mattered as, like a bullet, Snow was over and kneeling on the ground and who gave a flying fuck that they were in a chamber full of pods, naked, covered in slime with hardly any idea where exactly they were and all of the reasons why they were there. All that mattered to him was that Serah was there with him. And though Snow had done a pretty good job of cleaning himself off after he woke up, he had no qualms at all with pulling her into a tight hug. She might have been disoriented and confused. But if she heard that same voice that he had, he wanted to make sure that despite any and all of those feelings, she felt something safe and familiar.
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By that time the voice had stopped speaking in her head, and her mind was clearing. "Snow, what's going on?"
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"Did you hear something, too? A voice?"
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"Yeah, I heard it!" She was glad to hear she hadn't gone completely insane. "Stacy, right? It... she's a ship, and that's where we are?" Serah took a moment to look around. Those pods covered the walls, and it became rapidly obvious they weren't the only ones in this position. "I want to go with you!"
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He remembered everything else. Survivors from Cocoon gathering around, everybody banding together to save as many people as possible and begin to wonder how they'd start to rebuild and settle on Pulse. He and Serah talked about a school, Light had disappeared, probably to take care of something (though Snow was sure she'd be back). Working, helping over those next few weeks, and then ... what? What happened that caused them to end up on some strange ship?
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"...I don't remember, either."
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Another similarity to what happened to Fang, Snow thought. First the l'Cie brand on his arm being greyed over (after appearing again in the first place, something he still couldn't understand completely when he discovered that. But he figured he'd tell Serah about that later - there was too much going on already), but having an odd gap in his memory. "Somehow, I have a feeling we're not, though."
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She saw little point in continuing to loiter in this weird, sticky place. She shook some of the slime from her hands before taking one of his and pushing herself up. "Let's go and see what's up that path."
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"Maybe Light and the others went ahead." Still, he glanced quickly over his shoulder. There were so many pods in there... "If we can't find them, I'll come back down here to get them out."