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Entry tags:
- !!shipwide announcement,
- !!stacy,
- !location: pod caverns,
- !plot: pod release,
- arha masaari,
- cameron mitchell,
- carolyn lam,
- claire redfield,
- diana ludivine titov,
- doc,
- dream weaver,
- edward elric,
- ghanima atreides,
- kira yamato,
- lacus clyne,
- loren,
- marcus wright,
- nathaniel richards/iron lad,
- princess projectra,
- sensor,
- sharp tongue,
- solid snake,
- vega obscura,
- wade wilson,
- yoshimi ito
Once you pop the fun don't stop
[ooc: Newbie Helpers List | Instructions: Post your character with one post establishing them as being podpopped. 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.
Glowing phosphorescenet 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.||
||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.
Glowing phosphorescenet 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:
no subject
That was weird. Then the slime made itself known. As well as lack of clothes. Then there was the fact the floor felt vaguely familiar. Something she only felt a long time ago though she was on one recently. She had only been on one of the ships with her body and she remembered it. After all, it felt weird.
"A living ship..." she muttered and her eyes widened as panic filled her. "Shit, how did they grab me?!" She yelped, jerking up. She couldn't be on the Kanshian ship with her body. That was bad because there was no way they weren't pissed at her. And the hive mind king SAW HER DO IT, so they all had to know what she did and she really didn't want to die.
Then...she paused, getting a good look around her. "This doesn't look like a Kanshian ship," she muttered. And what were the chances that they would change what their ships look like so dramatically being that whole hive mind deal? Not to mention the pods. The pods with people. "Where...am I?" This didn't fit with how the Kanshians acted before. Sure, they took prisoners, but that was prisoners they had mind controlled.
And then a voice was speaking in her head and then there are EMOTIONS running through her. Oh yeah, that definitely was not Kanshian. Kanshians were not that warm. Then she was told to where she could get clothes. Which...might be a good idea now that she thought about it.
It wasn't Kanshian. Or if it was, they were being particularly clever, but since she couldn't remember until a few minutes after the defeat of their invasion, it couldn't be possible they had organized this. Then again, she also woke up normally. They might have mind wiped her somehow. But the fact was, the ship was different. It was too big, too dark, and too...artistic, really. The Kanshians were possible....but not likely, she decided.
Then she got to the clothing area. And was changed. And good god, it was like being in a perverted anime fan's dreams. She shuddered after she was clothed. "A warning for the tentacles could be nice," she said. She knew far too much on what those things could do that she didn't need to experience them in reality, thank you very much.
Then she was told a why. "A great purpose?" She muttered. Oh, what joy. She really did get herself deep with the superhero thing. Was it so wrong to want to protect her city and just protect it? No, she has to be pulled along to all the weird things too. She sighed and headed to get her things and to meet the rest of the crew, hopefully to get a better idea of what's going on.
Though she really wished she just stuck with being a barmaid.