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cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-07-01 12:03 am

Podpop

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||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.

[identity profile] masterofnun.livejournal.com 2011-07-01 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
The last thing Punchy remembers is jumping through that portal (and seeing if Destra's top would fly up from the vortex). Suddenly waking up in a snotpod isn't exactly the logical conclusion one draws from taking a suicidal leap into a worm hole, but whatever, Punchy's chill, he can ride with it.

He listens in awe and bafflement as Stacy explains that he was chosen because his story was super-ill, and now do they not only get to save the world, but also the whole frigging multiverse. This is a dream come true. This is what Punchy's been waiting for since he was old enough to imagine himself inside all those comic books and TV shows.

This is the dopest trip ever. No, Punchy's the dopest trip ever.

Which is actually quite a lot of egomania for an average-looking naked teenage white-boy dripping snot onto the floor.

[identity profile] alexaddin.livejournal.com 2011-07-01 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
"MUMMY?" Alex calls out.

He scrambles to his feet. Okay, no Mummy. Mummy never did go in for saving the world. He'd have to see her later. He should stay calm. He could see her later and tell her all about what he and Ifrit had done.....
Ifrit.
Alex felt his hand, looked down. It was bare, except for the slime.

"IFRIT!!!" He scrambled over to the tall boy.

"Have you seen Ifrit? He was on my hand and now he's gone!"

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[identity profile] gaveareason.livejournal.com 2011-07-01 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
She felt different, which was no surprise considering she was- naked? Uck. And covered in goo.

"What the-?" Liz half listened to Stacy as she started to push herself off the floor but then everything stopped. Because she'd just realized why she felt different, and lighter for that matter. Her stomach was flat.

"No." She ran her hands over her abdomen. "No, no, no..."

No babies. She wasn't pregnant. No babies.

"No, no..." She stayed kneeling on the floor, her hands over her stomach. She barely noticed the fires completely envelop her and spread outwards.

[identity profile] aw-hell.livejournal.com 2011-07-01 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
This was a whole lot of slime. More than the usual amount if slime, in fact. That was Hellboy's first thought after he found himself on the floor of the Pod Caverns, outside his pod. His hair dangled loose, dropping with the stuff, and he wiped it out of his eyes as he staggered unsteadily to his feet.

"Today's gonna be a great day," he muttered to himself. "I can already tell."

Look at how it started. He had no idea where the hell he was or who that voice was in his head or how he'd gotten here. One minute, he'd been at home with Liz and the next, well--

Liz.

"Liz?" he hissed out quietly as he started to move, shaking the numbness out of his limbs. Not the best idea to yell when he didn't know who or what was listening in this place.

Then he heard flames roaring.

"Liz!"

His hooves pounded against the meaty floor like drumbeats as he bounded in the direction of the sound, and he was met by heat and light as he got closer. By the time he arrived, the pods were shielded with some kind of forcefield, and it was good that they were, because flames were cascading off of her like she was at the center of a hurricane made of fire.

What was going on? Why was she--

No.

"No."

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[identity profile] shynotmeek.livejournal.com 2011-07-01 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
The thick liquid around her yielded, and she was conscious for a moment before it allowed her to slide free, enough of a hesitation to get all four limbs in order and pull her wings tight against her back before the thick not-water gave way and she was completely exposed. She was as wing-damp as a hatchling, helpless and choking on a foul tasting liquid that clogged her nose and muffled her senses to the point that she could catch no whiff of this place, much less of her siblings.

Brevo had been just ahead of her, only a few strides ahead as he challenged Yana to scale the tree. But he was gone, and she was no longer in the fresh smelling forests surrounding Teyr. Were they here as well, or had whatever quick fingered mage responsible only managed to grab one of them?

She shifted back, sheltering in the shadow of the pod, hesitant to extend her wings to clean them when it could only make her a larger target in an unpredictable and possibly dangerous environment.

She was unarmed. That was the second assessment made, once her nose had been cleared enough to take breaths of the foul smelling and moist air. She was unarmed, stripped of even the braided charm that Yana had made. Exposed. She tightened her wings against her back and flexed still damp claws against the spongy surface she found herself perched on. All around her humans staggered to their feet, clumsy and shy in their nakedness.

“I am the daughter of the Lord-Governor Kang, I am brave and I am strong, and I am not afraid of you. You will not make me afraid.” The words were a whisper, too soft to be heard, almost unvoiced; she rose on a second, nearly breathless recitation, tail swaying behind her as she regained her balance.

“I am not afraid; you will not make me afraid.”
Some of the humans were making low noises of base terror, even ones larger and obviously older than herself, Kali watched at them, eyes impossibly wide in the darkness, and looked in the direction they were being beckoned. Running could only lead her into deeper danger. And though she did not trust the voice speaking so softly and strangely in her head, to obey for the moment may gain her deeper insight into the situation at hand.

Bravery is not the absence of fear, it is the courage to set it aside and act as you must no matter the circumstance.

“You will not make me afraid. I will show you no fear.” Her stomach was a ball of dread and fright, even as her head swayed; scanning the naked humans for the familiar shapes of her siblings. But nothing appeared, only more soft, pale, naked and obviously frightened humans.

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"BWAUGH!" Was Ash's reaction, not to Kami, but to his own nudity.

"Where are my pants?" And then he realized something else was missing "Where's Pikachu?"

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[personal profile] appletastic 2011-07-01 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
Awakening crew members might notice a rather rare sight among the herd of slime-covered bipeds---a pony, slapped down on the ground with her legs in a tangle. This wasn't one of her best mornings. There wasn't even a rooster to get her into the morning spirit!

As a farm gal, Applejack usually plowed her way through sticky situations lickety-split. No tree, not even a forest-full, would stand in her way when something needed doing. No creepy decor, no wild howls...no, she prided herself on being one brave pony.

But here, spit out like a rotten apple over a pulsating floor in a place unlike Ponyville in any way? Here, she understood a healthy old spooked reaction. She was feeling it herself, actually, especially when no familiar pony faces trotted down the path that looked nothing like anywhere in Equestria. Apple Bloom was supposed to be hiding behind her, Big Mac should've been strolling by as if nothing was different...oh hay, where were the girls?

"Twi? Pinkie? Rainbow? Fluttershy? ...Rarity? Girls, where've y'all run off to?"

Though she longed for the comforting presence of her friends, she secretly wished the glamorous pony was absent. If she awakened to this, the wails of despair would be heard all around Equestria.

And speaking of Equestria...where were they, and just how had she gotten here from Sweet Apple Acres? More importantly, again, where were her friends? And where was her hat? She usually wasn't one to complain about messy manes, but that old hat was mighty useful for keeping things out of her eyes.

Ah well. The answers sure wouldn't come up to her if she sat around waiting for them to fall in the shadows. She set off at a slow trot, wondering just what was coming out of those other pods. Just why were those critters' front legs so tiny? Could they even walk?

Mysteries abound.

[identity profile] whining-unicorn.livejournal.com 2011-07-01 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Rarity was not too far away from Applejack when she woke up. At first, she was disorientated but soon, the warm air and the sticky slime sunk into her mind.

"What's going on?! Where am I?!"

||You are here.||

She looked around for the voice, the small pony was overwhelmed by all the huge greenish pods. Slime continued to drip from her mane and tail.

"My mane...! My beautiful mane! I spent ages on it!"

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[identity profile] sonofthewarrior.livejournal.com 2011-07-01 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
The dim light flodded his vision when he woke up. But when had everything gone dark to begin with? Nanaki couldn't remember, no matter how hard he tried to recall something, anything. He had left his friends once again - even though he had a feeling that it'd only be too soon before they met up next - and continued to travel the planet. He had considered dropping back home to Cosmo Canyon, to see how his friends and loved ones were doing there.

So where was he now? And how did he get there? Maybe a monster had gotten the jump on him, but this place was far too strange to be someplace in the wild. The dim lights of the other pods reminded Nanaki of a science lab. He wasn't a big fan of those, and an even lesser one of the idea that another human might have captured him for yet another form of experimentation. He shook his entire body, trying to free the sticky, disgusting slime from his coat.

"Where ... am I?" Nanaki whispered.

His thoughts wouldn't linger for long, however, as he jumped, fur standing on end when he heard the voice. He quickly spun around, expecting somebody to be standing right next to him. But nobody was around. His ears perked up, and it was when the voice spoke again did he realize that whoever, whatever it was, it was speaking into his mind.

He stayed quiet, focused and curious as to what this voice had to say. The entire chamber had an odd, but alive scent to it, so one of his questions were answered when Stacy explained that she was the ship.

But the rest? Left him very, very confused. Though at the same time, intrigued. Chosen? A great purpose? The Ohm? What were they, and why was he chosen? Could others that he knew have been 'chosen' as well? And chosen as, of all things, protectors. What Nanaki aspired to be was a great warrior, protecting the places and people he loved, protecting his planet. Could he do what he was suddenly chosen to do?

The others are waiting for you. They will explain everything.

Nanaki looked his left, seeing the light in the distance at the end of the chamber. Slowly, he moved toward it, and that was when he realized that he wasn't alone down there...

[identity profile] facepunching.livejournal.com 2011-07-01 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
Soren... was naked, completely bereft of his magical tomes, and covered in goo (some of which appeared to have gotten into his lungs). He was not happy. He was about a million miles from happy. If someone had told him, 'Guess what, Soren? The Disciples of Ashera are at the door, and they want to talk to you, preferably with the business end of some pointy spears!', he probably would not be any less happy than he was now.

He coughed, shuddered, then got to his feet, a frighteningly thin young man with a scarlet brand on his forehead.

"Ike?" he called, dismayed at how tremulous his voice sounded.

[Soren will be wigging out and rather unreasonable here. For a slightly calmer Soren, see the Meet & Greet post]

[identity profile] gi-ant-man.livejournal.com 2011-07-01 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
Another pod opens near Soren, and out of it slides another naked person, a man with blond hair. He rubs his head and looks around.

"Well, this is certainly interesting. Was I upducted by aliens?" Hank asks. He sees Soren and raises an eyebrow.

"Are you alright?"

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[identity profile] clockworkrepeat.livejournal.com 2011-07-01 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
Being inside of the pod feels comfortable; warm, safe. Far removed from the troubles of her regular life, Homura sleeps; sleeps until the pod lurches forward, cracks open, and spills her onto the floor. The air is cool against her wet skin and she immediately is awake, immediately is alert. But looking around like she is, wide eyed and confused and quietly afraid, Homura does not look the cool machine she steels herself to be. She looks like the girl she once was, but is no longer.

Being naked does not phase her so much as it does confuse her; she was sleeping last she knew, sleeping in her own bed. And now she's here. She's here, and she does not know where that is. But then, Stacy speaks, and Homura clutches at her head. Taken? Yes, of course. Kidnapped. There are so many questions in her mind, but these "others" should answer them.

The snot on her does a better job of covering things than her hands would, so Homura makes no movement to clean herself despite the overwhelming urge to wipe it off.

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And to Nanaki, who had seen all of the other humans panic and begin to wipe at themselves, this was strange. Even he had found the feeling rather disgusting, so had managed to shake at least a little bit of it off. He looked up to Homura curiously.

"Are you really not bothered by that?"

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[personal profile] uso 2011-07-01 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
She was ... where? Not in her room, not in Sector G at all. Minatsuki coughed and pushed herself up, but before she could get her bearings there was a voice. A voice in her head speaking to her and trying to comfort her, sounding all loving and motherly and --

Minatsuki tore at her hair -- it had just been braided nice and neat, why was it loose all of a sudden -- and let out a scream. "Get out of my head!" As loud as they were, her words didn't echo as cleanly as they should have in such a wide, open space, but she barely noticed, or cared, let alone realizing that that this area was made out of living flesh and not metal or concrete. "Stop talking to me, get out of my head!"

She stumbled to her feet. Her hand went to her ear to tear out the earring embedded there... and found nothing. No stud, not even a hole. The flesh was perfectly smooth and unmarred, the way it had been before she'd gotten it pierced. Panic growing, she checked the other ear, and then her tongue.

"What is this?!" she demanded. "Where am I?! Who the **** are you?! Answer me!" She didn't stop to think that that meant the voice would need to speak in her head again. She just wanted an answer.

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As soon as he'd been released, Oshawott had patted himself down, sighing happily when he'd found that his scalchop was still there, beofre heid notice Minatsuki.

"Oshawott?" said the little otter worriedly

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[personal profile] prattlingvoice 2011-07-01 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
One moment, Donna had been at home, sitting in the kitchen and listening to her mother nag. She couldn't even remember what she'd been nagging about - it was just white noise, she hadn't even been paying attention to it.

But now she was suddenly waking up. In some weird chamber. Covered in slime. Naked.

"What?!" she said, sitting up and trying to cover herself. "Where the hell am I? What is this place?!"

||You are here.||

Donna jumped, looking around to try and find the source of the voice. "Oh, I'm here, am I? Well thanks, that just made everything clearer. How about you actually tell me where 'here' is? Oi! I'M TALKING TO YOU, LADY! COME OUT WHERE I CAN SEE YOU!"

There was no response, and Donna clambered to her feet. This was ridiculous. Why on Earth was she naked? She couldn't just go wondering around naked! "Is that you, Nerys? Is this some sick joke? Well it's not funny!" Oh, she was going to kill that Nerys when she found her.

But finding Nerys could come after finding some clothes. God, this was embarrassing.
thisclinchesit: (OH GOD WHAT)

[personal profile] thisclinchesit 2011-07-01 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
Nearby, a man crawled on the floor, trailing goo from his pod. He gagged and coughed, and did his best to wipe this...stuff... off of him. "Oh god... What the hell?!"

He tried to stand, though this was a wobbly attempt at best. "What's going on...?"

||You are here.||

A voice in his head? He hasn't had that in...well, close to a year. It certainly wasn't Philip's.

He glanced around - there were various other people that looked just as confused as him, and nearby, he saw a redheaded woman yelling out at nothing.

Oh, and everyone was naked. Shoutarou looked down, realized he was as well, and attempted to cover himself.

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[identity profile] slagyouwebhead.livejournal.com 2011-07-01 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
The dimmed light quickly faded to reveal an eighteen year old male that seemed a bit perturbed to say the least. Upon exiting the pod he was in, the male named Mark Allan was not happy. He glanced at the ceiling, feeling very angry. "Yeah, that's nice. You know what would be better? Telling me what's going on!" He hadn't yet noticed that he was naked.

[identity profile] yuuki-no-derp.livejournal.com 2011-07-01 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Taichi landed. Face first might he add but he was too disoriented to think about that. With a similar popping noise, Agumon hit the ground next to him, also covered in slime.

With a soft muted groan, he barely realized someone was talking to him in his head as he sat up. "Agumon, are you okay?"

"About as well as I should be, Taichi," groaned Agumon, sitting up. "This kinda looks like the inside of Whamon."

"It kinda does, doesn't it?" Slicking slime-covered hair out of his face, he staggered to his feet, glad that at least he looked okay naked.

[identity profile] shotyoutwice.livejournal.com 2011-07-01 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
Well, if there was one thing about this place that he didn't like, it was being covered in slime and other things. But, more importantly out of them all was the fact that here wasn't Shibuya. Here wasn't his city.

"You could be a little more descriptive," he quipped out loud, not at all fazed by hearing another voice in his head. It happened before and it was bound to happen again.

He looked around briefly, gathering his surroundings. It was warm, perhaps a bit too warm, and there were others around, though it was evident that they were just as confused as he was.

So far, this was shaping up to be just a nuisance. He had to find out if there was anyone from his city who were waking up -- after all, they were his citizens.

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[personal profile] fattynoparents 2011-07-01 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
Chell knew exactly what kind of thing she was encased in the instant she opened her eyes and fell out of the pod into a puddle of goo. A stasis tank. Really. Really.

She should have expected it. This was so very typical of her computer nemesis. Regain control of the facility and then shove the person who made said reclamation possible right back into suspended animation. Soon she'd be dragged up for more testing (it was always more testing) without so much as a 'thank you for beating up that spherical moron and saving us all' or an 'I'm sorry I called you smelly garbage and tried to murder you'. Never mind the fact that GLaDOS would still be a potato if it wasn't for her. The only plus side, she guessed, was that dying by nuclear meltdown was no longer an imminent threat, and also that Wheatley was not in charge of anything, except maybe the Moon. That was fine. He could be Robot King of the Moon, for all she cared, and Chell would begrudgingly admit that she would rather be alive and stuck in Aperture Laboratories than floating dead in space.

Apparently, she had GLaDOS to thank for her life, and she was completely unsure of how to feel about that particular revelation.

She had to admit, though, that the mucus was new. And so was being naked. Chell was also completely unsure about her new surroundings. It was very likely that this strange cavern was a part of the complex that she'd never seen, but everything seemed so alien and out of place that she couldn't be certain she was still in Aperture at all.

And then--the voice of an AI? Not GLaDOS. Something else entirely. Coming out of stasis was always a little disorienting, but this was completely ridiculous.

Nothing to do, however, but to follow the lights.

[identity profile] atruedoctor.livejournal.com 2011-07-01 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
The first thing that registered in her mind was a shift in gravity. Less of an actually well-formed thought, and more a small warning from her body 'oh, by-the-by, you're falling.' Instinct told her to raise her arms to catch herself, but like being stuck in the ocean she wasn't quite sure what was up. Of course it all came to her once she found herself on the floor.

Her palm set against the floor only to slip when she put weight on it. She was covered in something. Goo? Slime? Snot? Best not to think about it. In fact, she really couldn't, not with all the other thoughts swimming through her head. Basic thoughts like 'Where am I?' 'What the hell is going on?' 'If he's behind this I'll kill him ...' But as her senses began to come into full capacity those thoughts went away too. Everything was blank, just her taking everything in with disbelief.

And then she heard the voice.

"Wha- ?"

It was warm and wonderful, everywhere and nowhere, explaining all and nothing. It was a right cocktease, really, but more or less it set Martha at ease. She looked around seeing movement, and realizing she wasn't alone. Her cheeks burned as she looked down in haste, realizing she was also very very naked. But so was everyone else.

"Oh, God, if this is some sort of alien nudist colony I'm gone."

But she needed to find the others, that was what the voice said. Maybe someone else was more clued in? She wandered to the nearest person and awkwardly tried to cover herself with her hands before speaking.

"Er, right, any ideas?"

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[identity profile] magic-weaver.livejournal.com 2011-07-01 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
Dark. It was dark. She was trapped inside a box spelled to keep her in, alone in the dark. Her voice had long since been lost from screaming, just as her hands and feet were bloodied and every inch of her was bruised from thrashing about, trying to escape, trying to get out of the dark--

Sudden light.

The pod burst open. Sandry fell forward into an undignified heap, hands going to her face to shelter her eyes from the light. It took her several moments to realize that her hands were healed, that she was covered in a substance that she wasn’t sure she wanted to attempt to name, and that she was completely naked.

But it was light, and that was a start. In the light she could think properly. Cautiously, she drew her hands away from her eyes and observed the surrounding chamber. It was unlike anything she had seen before--vast, filled with pods like the one she had just fallen out of. She could only guess that they were filled with more people. She could only describe the floor as alive, once she had stretched her magic out to explore it. Wherever she was, the entire structure for as far as she could feel was alive. A unfamiliar but friendly voice rang out in her head, giving her instructions on where to go.

Sandry carefully pushed herself to her feet and immediately felt for her foster-siblings. The threads for Briar and Tris were quiet, as though they slept without dreaming, but the deep red cord that was Daja shone faintly, and Sandry gave it a tug.

Daja, she called tentatively. Daja, please answer.

There was no telling if her sister heard her, or if she would reply. For now, it seemed that it would be best if she followed the instructions given to her. Chin set, Sandry began the long walk. Hopefully, Daja would be one of the ones waiting at the top.
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[personal profile] fireforger 2011-07-01 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
Daja had only just heard the call for the crew to meet the new arrivals when a voice rang inside her head, and she froze.

Sandry! she cried, reaching back through their magical connection as if it were a lifeline. Oh Sandry, you're back!

[[ooc: Since Daja is not a newbie, she's tagging in with special mod permission (as she and Sandry can communicate magically). Other peeps can still tag into this thread though, they just won't be able to hear Daja.]]

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[identity profile] caringcassie.livejournal.com 2011-07-01 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
Cassie blinked as her eyes start trying to adjust to the light in the room, feeling completely disoriented as she sat on the floor. This... wasn't right at all. She had never been in a place like this, where the floor and the walls themselves seemed to be alive. And she was quite sure that she'd never been covered in this strange goo before which just barely covered her unclothed body.

Her face reddened as her eyes darted from side to side, hoping to find something that she could pull over her. Even her morphing suit appeared to be gone.

Cassie listened desperately when the voice started speaking, listening for anything that could help her understand what had happened. Stacy? Chosen? Protectors? The Ohm? These are the bits that manage to penetrate Cassie's confusion, but none of the information really makes it any easier to comprehend her new situation nor does it help settle her current emotional state, which is just as addled as her current state of mind. Concern and hope come to her mind at the word "protect" and the warm sense that she gets from this Stacy does help to comfort her some, but the idea of being "chosen"... well, with that word there is underlying bitterness. She's tired of being "chosen," she's tired of fighting, and, in a sense, she's just tired.

The war against the Yeerks had been over. It hadn't been easy, but the war had finally ended. And now, she was chosen again. To go against these beings that she didn't even know. The Ohm? Why? For more war? More fighting? More death?

Cassie closed her eyes. It was a lot to take in at once. She needed time to think, but she needed to find out more about her current situation even more. Besides, perhaps, since she was here, her friends were somewhere around as well. If that was so then she needed to find them.

Forcing herself to stand, Cassie pushed herself to her feet, trying to cover herself as best she could, while she went in search of someone she could talk to about all this.

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"Gible!" commented a spheroid shark-dragon, derpily following after he.

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[identity profile] opsys-stylist.livejournal.com 2011-07-01 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
It's too much, too quick. Processing something so much information after you've accepted (dying) not having to do anything like this again is too much to think about without overloading.

Arms clutched tight around her, tears not quite blinked back, Christina silently goes along with the procedures. Getting dressed is something simple to concentrate on rather than (her last words to Feldt) (Lichty dying in her arms) the past. She even manages to spare a thought for how awful the suit's going to look on her.

Afterwords, when people are starting to interact, she hangs from the group. She's not ready to talk to anyone without breaking yet, or at least without a push.

[identity profile] sonicscreamer.livejournal.com 2011-07-01 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
You could say that Victoria Waterfield was a companion that had been forged in trials by fire. First being captured and used by the Daleks, the adventure left her without any family, joining the Doctor and Jamie not completely by choice, but because she had really nowhere else to go. She didn't mind. In fact, she was rather curious and brave about everything, and it was this that didn't simply cause her to break down there and then.

She soon learned that her own curiosity could be dangerous, as they traveled into the future to the planet Telos where the tomb of the Cybermen had been discovered. But soon it was over, and she was glad for it, thankful that her stay on another world had not been permanent. They had returned to the TARDIS and...

A flash of light. A dumb feeling, something moving, a voice calling to her.

Like a nightmare that should never have repeated itself, she moved out of the pod, coughing, barely listening to Stacy's reassuring words, her panicked state reminding her when she was stuck inside the tomb, causing her to slip and fall. It was a near miracle she didn't break anything.

Then to her horror she realized she was naked from head to toe. For a Victorian woman like her, used to long dresses and already having doubts about her short outfit on the last adventure with the Doctor and Jamie, it simply was too much. Cold, alone, frightened beyond measure and unsure of her situation, she barely had time to register what she did next.

Victoria screamed.

[personal profile] iceiceprincess 2011-07-01 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
Pram had thought she was just being summoned like any other time some insolent fool wanted the great powers of an overlord. But when she found herself slobbered in alien goo-like thing and dressed in an alien suit, she realized this was completely different than the usual.

Chosen? Protect others? She could care less about that. For the moment, she wanted out of this place and was looking for a way out. When she came across a human lady, she was about to ask a question when all of the suddenly--

The lady screamed. The scream was unlike what she heard before, and Pram couldn't help but slam her hands to her ears, backing away immediately. Oh god her ears, they were going to burst!

"Would you stop screaming?!" She tried to yell over the scream.

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Kimberly groaned as she tried to figure out what was going on. One moment she was saying sorry to Trini and the next she's somewhere that wasn't the Youth Center.

"EW, GROSS!" she shouted as her mind slowly began to catch up with the awareness of her surroundings and the sick that she was covered in.

There was a voice in her head. A great voice that at first she mistook for Zordon's. But that wasn't his voice. "Where are my clothes!" was this a trick set by Lord Zedd? First he turns her against her best friend and then he kidnaps her? No. The voice was explaining that she was here for a purpose.

"What's going on?" she gripped out her head and the gagged at the feeling of the goop that covered her body.
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[personal profile] combustible_me 2011-07-01 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Yer guess is as good as mine."

Briefly, Ellyn wished for a cigar, just so she could clench it between her teeth. It'd give her something to do. Instead, she just narrowed yellow eyes down at the shorter woman, and tried to smile.

"Ya look jus' 'bout as lost as me. So, d'ya got any idea why we're here?"

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M'gann pulled herself up from the puddle of pod slime, fiercely shoving back and locking out the voice that tried to speak into her head on reflex. She would listen later, right now she needed to orient herself. She'd been playing video games one moment and sprawled on this warm slimy floor the next and the sudden shift was playing more than a little havoc with her senses.

It only took a few shifts of her skin, forcing it's surface into a frictionless smoothness, to shirk the slimy coating of the pod. She set her body to reforming from its fierce native shape into something with human limbs and hair and clothes. That always seemed to go over better in new settings and truth be told she was far more comfortable in her human skin most days anyway.

When she had composed herself M'gann peered around the dim room, taking in the lighted pathway spiraling upward and the close and distant sounds of others being released. What in the universe WAS this place?

...Oh. Right. Headvoice.

But letting Stacy in to talk to her did little to answer M'gann's questions. It assuaged her fear of another escapade like her visit to the Dark Side Club at least, but the 'others' that were waiting would have to answer her hundred and ten questions about the Ohm, the mission they'd been 'chosen' for and everything ELSE about this place.

Cautiously M'gann picked her feet up off the floor and began a slow flight down her row, following the lights, eyes peeled for familiar faces.

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Jake distinctly remembered going to sleep in his own bed. Or trying to sleep, anyway. Sleep wasn't something that came to very easily anymore. Some nights, he spent a long time staring at the ceiling of his bedroom or just pacing until he finally fell into unconsciousness. Same as last night.

His wake-up call was distinctly different from the usual electronic blare of his alarm. Instead, he fell, naked, gasping and slime-covered (why was there always slime?) onto a firm, slightly yielding surface. He took a huge gasp of warm humid air and then nearly coughed up a lung. Where was he? What was this place-? He staggered to his feet, feeling weaker than he had in a long time and his head spun as he tried to catch his bearings, caught glimpses of a vast cavern filled with pods.

His mind took him back to the Yeerk pool, the sound of screams, the dim light -

A voice spoke into his mind.

|| 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. ||

He felt staggered – that wasn't like normal thought-speak. That wasn't like anything. He worked his lips and finally managed to croak out a reply.

“What is this place?”

|| You are here. You have been chosen as a champion of life, as a protector of worlds and the people that are left. The others are waiting for you. They will explain everything. ||

“Wait a minute-!”

He'd just woken up and he was already frustrated. He hated getting yanked around.

“What others? Who are the Ohm? What makes you think I want anything to do with this?”

|| The others will explain everything. ||

“Are my friends here? Marco? Tobias? Ax? Cassie?”

No answer came. Jake stared helplessly at the vast ceiling, searching for another word of objection, something else to yell, to scream, to get rid of this new nightmare. He didn't want another war. More years of watching him and his friends grow old before their time, of watching people die, of making those choices.

At least he told himself he didn't. Deep down, a part of him rejoiced.

He had a purpose again. Another war to fight. As much as he didn't want to admit it just yet, this was a problem he could deal with. He could see it, he could fight it. He could bury his own demons again.

At least until he figured all of this out.

[identity profile] skyboundmisfit.livejournal.com 2011-07-01 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
Tobias tumbled out of his pod, one very disoriented and unhappy hawk. he flapped awkwardly, sprawling across the strange, warm floor. He was covered in something gooey and gunky that was keeping him from getting any lift. He squawked in irritation, wondering for a brief moment if this was some sort of Yeerk trick. But no. No. He was free. They'd gotten him out of that horrible place and he didn't have to worry about that.

So what was going on?

< Ellimist? > That was his next case. The only reply came in the burst of information in. . .some form of thoughtspeak that wasn't quite the same as he was used to. Okay. He could deal with this. A great purpose? Sounded suspiciously like Andalites. He splayed his wings, preened at the gunk for a moment, and began trying to waddle and hop-skip across the floor, following the lights.
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"And I think we can dispose of the Mudblood. Greyback, take her if you want her." No matter what soothing thoughts Stacy tried putting in his head-- never mind the fact no matter how soothing they tried to be they weren't-- that last sentence repeated vivaciously as he was released from the pod. He growled in frustration before his mind caught up and Ron's just a little bit of a girl.

Because even the kid who's battled trolls and fought crazed Death Eaters has never been covered in Alien Meat Ship Snot. Although, perhaps Fluffy's saliva was a close second.

Shaking his ginger head, Ron scowled wiping off a shoulder. "Ugh," he muttered sullenly to himself, "think they'd find a nicer way to keep a bloke if they want something from him." The red crept up the parts of his face that were no longer coated in the liquid from the pod. Emotions a mixture of anger and embarrassment. He's still not sure what to believe, but there were more important things than dwelling on a crazy ship's message.

"Right," he hissed to himself before standing, ears turning ever redder.

"Let's just hope this is some mental side effect," he continued to himself eyeing the area and the fact so many others were around. He winkled his nose and shook his head once more, more of the covering flying everywhere. He wasn't going to bother with the rest of it just yet since, well, yeah. Even he doesn't want to, ahem.

Now. He needs to find a wand. But first, try to figure out where the hell he is which... He probably won't believe to begin with. Brilliant. Don't mind the red head just standing there a moment or maybe you should.

[identity profile] facepunching.livejournal.com 2011-07-01 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
Soren looked a little unsteady on his feet, but he still managed to wander in Ron's direction. This boy looked like he might be familiar with the spirits, at least.

"You," he began, then stopped. "I am Soren, of the Greil Mercenaries and the Laguz Alliance. I am... I'm looking for my possessions. Several magical tomes, and a few staves. I had them on my person before..."

He looks a little lost. Before what? Before he woke up naked in a terrifying hellscape of viscous goo?

"...have you seen anything matching that description?"

Yep. Books were more important than clothes. At least you could still use your magic effectively without clothes.

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The war had killed Mal.

Somewhere in the mud and blood and knifing a boy fresh out of his mother's arms and plunging his hands into the entrails of a friend he'd known for years, a part of Malcolm Reynolds, the part that gave a man's life meaning, and that was good and hopeful and noble had just rotted away. The volunteer had died. The believer had died.

Yet, even as it took everything from him, the war had taught him how to keep on living. It was the war that came to him as he emerged from that pod, utterly naked, coated in goo, and cursing with enough Chinese to make an army of Buddhists blush. The war that got him to push aside his fear, and confusion, and anger, and to focus on what needed to be done. The maternal tones of the voice speaking to him were noted, cataloged, and filed away, even as he stated a few unkind things about what this Stacy could do with her fight. There were others there, but they were as disoriented as he was and therefore likely couldn't help.

No, right now he had to accomplish certain tasks before he had the luxury of helping anyone, or of losing his mind. He needed to find out where in space he was. He needed to find his crew. He needed to find a gun. He needed to find his ship.

And he needed some gorram pants.
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[personal profile] indeliblepast 2011-07-04 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Sumeragi's first thought, as she slipped to the floor in a pile of weird, organic-smelling goo, was to wonder exactly how much she'd had to drink the night before. That wasn't right, though - her memory felt a little fuzzy around the edges, but she'd been on the Ptolemy. They'd rescued Allelujah, escaped capture by the A-Laws... and this was most definitely not the Ptolemy.

The voice in her head at that thought confirmed it - a living ship. This did rather seem like some sort of drunken nightmare, but she didn't have the headache to go along with it.

She glanced around, looking for the 'others' that Stacy had spoken of. A few feet away - a man, who looked only marginally less confused than she felt. A rather good-looking man, at that.

"Hello there, handsome."

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It was supposed to be a short wait when Flynn—now known as Eugene—mentioned going out to grab some more wood for their little campfire. It was the last memory she’d ever recall before the world around her grew dark and shut down completely. Just when things were starting to warm up between them and her dream was just a little closer to being achieved, fate decided to ‘change its design’ and throw her in a situation she did not expect to wake up to. A fate that allowed her to receive plenty of...snot.

If that wasn’t enough, her release was a bit of an explosion of hair equally covered and soaked in the alien residue. Being naked was one thing, but the fact that her body and hair made her a gigantic used tissue was not on her list of to-do things when it came to fulfilling her dream. In fact, it wasn’t even a thought. There was only one thought for something like this.

Gross.

“What’s– ... why am I? Eugene? EUGENE?! Are you—” She began to shout, stopping upon realization that she was nude. She squeaked and immediately clamped up, her extremely long mane proving useful for this situation as it covered all the bits of her that needed to be guarded.

"This is not happening. This is not happening." She chanted, thinking back to all the warnings Mother had given her prior to making the decision to leave the ‘nest’. To think that after all of that her Mother was actually right.

Feeling exposed both mentally and quite obviously physically, she drew her legs to her chest and began to rock back and forth, trying to soothe her own fears and doubts while paying no mind to the others around her who were released along with her.

There was only one thing on her mind that made it impossible for her to accept the situation. The one thing she had managed to blot out thanks to the comfort of her escort and the fact that they were so close to seeing the lanterns. Her Mother. Now that she was here, getting back to the tower in enough time was quite clearly impossible. What Mother knew best ended up coming true.

"Oh my gosh. This is really, really going to kill her..."
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She heard somepony shouting in desperation and it sounded youthful. Rarity's big sister instinct kicked in and she searched out for the voice.

The pony found a figure with extremely long blonde hair rocking on the floor. "Are you alright?" Rarity asked worriedly and inched closer.

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[personal profile] combustible_me 2011-07-01 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
In a spindly bundle of arms, legs, and black hair, she was spat out of the pod she'd been in. A rather unladylike snort accompanied that arrival, and Ellyn Vitner hawked and spat up a knot of the goo, glaring.

A mind-voice. Well, that she was used to, but no one she'd ever met was named--whatever the hell that jumble was. Stacy.

"Th'fuck is all this?" Ellyn growled, only to be told that others would explain it all to her.

Well, the goop she could at least take care of. A brief flash to fire and back and it had been burnt away, leaving her clean, but no less naked.

Surrounded by people she didn't know.

Great.

"Any o'ya know where m'clothes went?" she grumbled, almost plaintively.

[identity profile] wet-and-riled.livejournal.com 2011-07-01 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
Katara was wet. And not water-wet. That she would have been entirely comfortable with, given that she was a water-bender and had spent most of her life around ice and water and snow.

No, this was a gross, slimy, sludgy wet. It was worse than the swamp, really.

She rose carefully to her feet, her senses on alert. Around her, there were all manner of things popping, but no one or nothing that seemed familiar to her. She frowned. What could this mean?

No sooner had she asked the question than Stacy had greeted her to the ship. The voice in her head was a shock at first, but the feeling of maternal warmth that washed over her - almost as sweet as the warmth she received from her grandmother's hugs - comforted her somewhat.

But there were still questions that needed to be asked. Starting with the slime. Could she possibly bend it? Katara concentrated on it, and found that she could get most of it off. That was good to know, at least. Her bending abilities hadn't been locked down or anything. But that still left the question of where her friends were.

Clothes. Find some clothes. And then go on from there.

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"How did you do that?" A voice asked from behind. Hank had spotted Katara pulling the slime off herself with bending. He quickly covered his eyes with one hand.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to stare."

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