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Entry tags:
- !!stacy,
- !location: pod caverns,
- !plot: pod release,
- aerith gainsborough,
- aeryn sun,
- alanna,
- ashley j. williams,
- aya brea,
- castiel,
- cedric diggory,
- clef,
- cloud strife,
- diana ladris,
- elisa maza,
- erhart,
- ginny weasley,
- harry potter,
- hawke,
- hououji fuu,
- izumi orimoto,
- janet van dyne,
- jenny,
- john crichton,
- kanoe zouichi,
- karina lyle/blue rose,
- keith goodman/sky high,
- linsha majere,
- maxine hunkel/cyclone,
- metacrisis doctor,
- miyako inoue,
- miyuki itsumi,
- n'tho 'sraom,
- okumura rin,
- okumura yukio,
- orochimaru,
- red savarin,
- shion uzuki,
- simon,
- sirius black,
- ted,
- tenel ka djo,
- tetsuwan atom/astro boy,
- vala mal doran,
- wiccan
Podpop
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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There was another redhead human female next to her - a woman with grassy-green eyes and a lot of scars on her muscular body. Her auburn curls were cut rather short.
"In fact, I'd prefer to find a place to clean myself and some decent clothes", the woman continued. "All this surrounding love is all right, but first things first. A bit of water and, perhaps, a pair of curtains or something like that is what we need now. Shall we go to find it? Yes, my name's Linsha. Linsha Majere."
Lady Linsha Majere of Krynn, wife of the Dragonlord of Sanction, had seen a lot in her life. In fact, before she came to her senses in the pod chamber, she had been recuperating in her bed after a rather unpleasant adventure including her nasty-behaving children. She would have died if not for the children's conscience and her husband's healing prowess. Still, she had still been rather disabled, but in her husband's palace, under his care... and now she was here, fully recovered, but naked and slimed.
At first she decided that it was another of Crucible's healing techniques; but all the sights and sounds around made her think better. All this cavern, all these people, the strange voice of Stacy and even more strange feeling of all-embracing love... And these words of being chosen. For her, it was all right, after all, she was of a whole family of people who managed to be chosen for great deeds (often against their will) and it would be just a shame to evade her family legacy. But she had no idea how to fulfil a mission being naked, slimed and without weapons.
And what about Crucible and children? How would they be without her? Her heart ached for her husband, she couldn't imagine her life without him... What would he think when he discovers her disappearance? Well, perhaps she would be able to send him a message of some form, to warn him or something. If only she would find a way to do that. Or those who know of a way.
This Stacy had told her about some 'others' who would tell her everything, but so far there weren't any self-assured others around, only embarrassed, naked and slimed people - evidently newbies like herself. She should move and find these confident 'others'.
To tell the truth, Linsha was rather confused, but while she was looking around in confusion, she found a human teenager girl next to her, embarrassed and confused no less. Helping others always helped her, so she decided to make team with the redheaded girl, at least until they find these 'others'.
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"I'm Ginny," she said after a brief pause. "Ginny Weasley." She drew in a breath, before nodding towards where the lights on the floor were slowly blinking on. "It seems like they want us to follow them. Maybe if we're lucky something a little more decent'll be at the end." It didn't seem like they had many options as it was, from where Ginny stood.
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"I'm still in school. I haven't really decided what I want to do once I'm done."
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This statement didn't mean that Linsha was a telepathic person. It's just in her world, Krynn, the only schools for youngsters were magic ones, and Linsha, the daughter of Palin Majere, knew that better than most. Of course sometimes there were schools of literacy, notably with temples, but this girl was too old for such a school, and that left the only choice.
"My father was an Archmage of our world and ran a magic school, called the Academy of Sorcery. Unfortunately it's destroyed now, and my father has retired, but there are other Archmages and other schools. It's good to see a fledgling mage here." As far as Linsha could see, if they brought a young wizard here, there should be full-fledged magicians also. Having only restricted magic powers (but those she would not exchange for any others!) Linsha nevertheless had grown among magic and was quite comfortable with it. "My elder brother was a magician too, he taught in our father's school."
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"Is magic common where you come from?" Strictly speaking, as many wizards and witches as there were, the Wizarding world wasn't the overwhelming force on the planet, at least partly due to hundreds of years of stigma against breeding with muggles. Ginny was very interested to hear about another world where magic wasn't something that one needed to struggle to hide when not among other magical folk.
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"A lot of witches and wizards hate Muggles because of that."
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"Now that's strange," she said. "I suppose 'Muggles' are the non-magical folk in your world." She tried to remember her grandfather's stories of the times when magic hadn't been widely respected in Krynn. "Of course wizards tend to live separately, in their own communities, in towers and schools, but why hate them? After all, their services are simply useful. And what about families? A wizard or a wizardess can marry a common person and have both magical and non-magical children - would they hate each other? And what about the people who aren't full-fledged magicians but have some magical talent?"
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"I wouldn't say you're a Muggle if you've got all those mystical powers, but seems like where your from has some different rules from where I'm from." The idea of befriending dragons was a little far-fetched to her. Her older brother Charlie worked with dragons, of course, but she knew most of them had hard-earned trust in humans, if any at all.
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