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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.
no subject
Chell didn't know magic, only science. Even if the science to which she was accustomed was of the physics-warping sort, she'd always assumed there was some kind of explanation behind it. This guy really was crazy, and she regarded him skeptically, an eyebrow raised.
no subject
Ugh, the lights that illuminate their path appear to be made of some kind of... pustules. What kind of place was this?
"Some way to treat the Chosen," he mutters.
no subject
At the mention of him being able to demonstrate, however, Chell appeared a little more interested. Obviously curious, she gestured a hand outward, using the other to keep herself at least a little covered. Demonstrate away.
no subject
Soren raised a hand in the soft light, gesturing briefly; as he did so, a small flame flickered into being at his fingertips. It ignited briefly in the humid air before disappearing, leaving behind the faint smell of smoke.
"There. Though I'm afraid you'll have to wait to see any serious fireworks until I find my tomes."
no subject
Even so, she couldn't help but watch curiously as he quite literally set himself on fire, apparently without pain. Her eyes widened and she took a tentative step closer, reaching out to touch it, but the flame was gone as quickly as it had sprung to life.
no subject
"You see an open flame, and your first impulse is to touch it? Don't they have fire where you come from?"
I mean, come on, Chell.
no subject
It's the minor case of serious brain damage, she can't help it.Chell had just wanted to see if it was real, and apparently it was. Either that, or Soren just didn't want anybody touching his sparkly magic.At his scolding, she shrugged, bringing her hand back to cover herself again.
no subject
Soren cleared his throat. "At any rate... what on earth?!"
By now they'd reached the spiraling staircase, from which thousands -- no, most likely millions -- of pods much like the ones they'd been ejected from were visible. Row upon endless row, bathed in that eerie phosphorescence. The Mercenaries might be in there.
Ike might be in there.
no subject
Chell's thoughts, however, were not of the hope that people with which she was familiar would be inside. Everyone she'd ever known was either a robot, or killed by robots. No, her concern lied with the fact that she still believed herself to be trapped in Aperture. If all the test subjects were dead than how could this room even be possible? GLaDOS must have found more, shoving her in with the rest of them.
Her brow furrowed at the sight, lips pulling into a tight line. She was supposed to escape, supposed to go free, but honestly Chell wasn't sure what she expected out of Wheatley's defeat. GLaDOS was, and always had been a liar. They'd both been liars.
She became visibly angry, and continued to stomp up the stairs with renewed purpose.