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

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.

[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.

[Closed]

[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] 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.
appletastic: (Aww shoot)

[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] 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] 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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[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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[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.

[identity profile] shallturnto.livejournal.com 2011-07-01 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
"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?"

[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!"

[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] 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?"

[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] heroic-derp.livejournal.com 2011-07-01 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
There was one human who didn't seem entirely afraid. Of course, by that same token, it also looked like he didn't quite grasp the gravity of his situation.

Not far from where Kali was hiding had popped a teenaged human who seemed more tired than frightened. He let out a rather loud yawn, seemingly unaware of what was going on.

After a few moments though, he apparently noticed the young draconian hiding in the shadows. He looked over at her, giving her a bright smile and a wave.

"Hi!"

[identity profile] facepunching.livejournal.com 2011-07-01 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
Soren jerks back almost as if struck at the sudden appearance of this new intruder. He's human, someone Soren doesn't recognize from the Laguz Alliance or Daein.

"Who are you?!" he half-cries, half-snaps, skittering backward. This is... does he look like that? Covered in this slime? What has happened? Where is he?
appletastic: (Or maybe not)

[personal profile] appletastic 2011-07-01 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
Said teenage white boy was suddenly being approached by a bright orange pony. Her facial expression was an odd cross between worried and irritated. That voice in her head hadn't said a single useful thing! How hard was it to make some sense?

Applejack eyed this two-legged creature curiously. She saw more and more like him the further she looked along the path, which really made her wonder. Where were the ponies?

It was no wonder they were so upset, she thought as a smaller one popped up. Applejack decided to take a risk on them---worries about missing critters were universal, especially when they were a big part of your life. She inclined her head toward him. "Hold on now, sugar. Can't say we've seen him unless we know what he looks like."

[identity profile] sonofthewarrior.livejournal.com 2011-07-01 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
Among those naked humans was a beast, easily recognizable in the dark chamber due to the end of his tail, on which a bright flame flickered. He, too, was covered in the slime he couldn't get off of himself from simply shaking, but he had gotten enough of it off to focus on something else. He crept through the chamber, wary of those around him in the same way Kali was. It was when his ears picked up the sound of a faint whisper nearby did Nanaki decide to peek inside the pod. One single eye widened in a slight surprise, the other scarred and long gone.

A child? His first instinct was to make sure she wasn't hurt.

"Hello," he greeted, voice low, cautious but kind. "Are you okay?"
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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] shynotmeek.livejournal.com 2011-07-01 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
Kali turned, quietly confused at the humans odd reaction. He did not seem harmed, simply naked. She did not understand.

"What is a Pikachu? Is it some sort of weapon?" She kept her wings tucked tight to her body, making herself as small a target as possible. "You are not harmed, why do you carry on as though you are?" They had likely both been kidnapped, but what would kidnappers take such a nervous human? He hardly seemed at all important. But her father had taught her not to judge by first impressions, she would need to exert caution. This human must be important if he had been taken, and to misjudge him would be foolish and put her into further danger.
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[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.

[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.

[identity profile] shynotmeek.livejournal.com 2011-07-01 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
"...Hello." She paused, studying the human quietly for a long moment, staying close to the pods. "Do you know what has brought us here?"

At least one of them was not acting as though the world was ending because they were not clothed. She would gladly take weapons over simple and useless barriers of clothing.

[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?"

[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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