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Entry tags:
- !location: pod caverns,
- !plot: pod release,
- aldrea/esplin 9466,
- alendian,
- applejack,
- ash ketchum,
- ashley graham,
- cassie,
- chell,
- christina sierra,
- cypher,
- daja kisubo,
- danny phantom,
- death,
- donna noble,
- edward elric,
- ellyn vitner,
- fox mulder,
- hank pym,
- hei,
- jake berenson,
- kali,
- katara,
- kimberly hart,
- kyuubey,
- lightning,
- malcolm reynolds,
- mark allan/molten man,
- mei terumi,
- minatsuki takami,
- miss martian/m'gann m'orzz,
- morgan knight,
- pinkie pie,
- pram,
- punchy,
- rapunzel,
- rarity,
- red xiii (nanaki),
- ron weasley,
- sakura kinomoto,
- sandrilene fa toren,
- satellizer el bridget,
- shoutarou hidari,
- soren,
- sumeragi lee noriega,
- the master,
- tidus,
- tsunade,
- victoria waterfield,
- wakka,
- yoshiya "joshua" kiryuu
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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Also being totally naked makes him feel totally naked. Weird.
But how do you give pony rides?, Punchy wants to ask Applejack, but decides that would not be an appropriately bomb question for this particular situation. Nor would asking the creepy goth kid if he's a Wiccan and that's why he believes in that bogus spirit junk.
"First things first, we should probably pick a direction and take a hike." He motions to the lights on the floor. "This boat's got some serious bling. This is some old school airline-stuff right here. I vote we go this way. Maybe our skizz is that way?"
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And Alex will start running. "IFRIT!"
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"Hey, wait up! I don't think now's a good time to be splitting up."
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A child? Why keep a child in possession of a magical artifact like that? Perhaps Alex has some unusual qualities that make him singularly well-suited for the task.
He eyes Punchy. "What region do you hail from? I've never heard that dialect before."
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This is total bull. Matthew O'Connor hails from Marysville, Missouri and has never even been to Gotham City. But dammit, Batman is cool and he's from Gotham, not Marysville. The only time you'd ever get Punchy to admit he's from anywhere below the Mason-Dixie is if he's trying to affiliate himself with Disturbin' tha Peace hip hop records.
"Where's your stompin' grounds, that you got whack talk like that?" He grabs Soren's arm and starts running to keep up with the kid and the horse. "C'mon!"
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Applejack has a soft spot for kids, even ones with two legs---a sure sign that she's missing Apple Bloom. She keeps them at a slower trot, sweeping the ground for signs of a ring every now and then.
She tosses a look over her shoulder to make sure the other two are keeping up, but they don't seem too interested. Well, that was on them.
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Alex looks back as the red-haired boy calls.
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"Okay. Now I reckon these lights are leading us somewhere. Let's just see what's up at the top."
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