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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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Yukio raised a hand to his forehead and rubbed, spreading some of the sticky goo across his temple as he did so. Was this truly happening? If so, all this time he'd thought...
"How," he began, voice croaking from uncertainty. "How did they manage to open it?"
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He really didn't know HOW they opened it, all he knew was that he was very happy to have gotten out of there.
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A bit of doubt did linger in his mind of Rin's story of escape, what the woman had told him of their location and the authenticity of his brother's identity, but given their bleak, naked (and cold) current predicament, there was little more that he could do beyond swallowing it and picking apart its accuracy later.
Yukio looked back behind him, aware of the blurry light that shone at the far end of the hall. "Let's get out of here, nii-san." So far it seemed that every question that was answered only brought up a new, inexplicable one.
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He turned, looking back once more at Yukio and being a big concerned for him, but he was strong and he knew it. Whatever this was, they'd pull through it, no problem.
"C'mon Blackie, let's get out of this mess."
Blackie happily obliged, moving out besides Rin, taking a glance back at Yukio before becoming distracted by Rin's tail and trying to hop after it to catch it.
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Wait, why was everyone naked again?
Including a few chicks... pretty hot chicks.... This place wasn't all too bad!
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Yukio blinked a few times in surprise, but quickly turned his head away for courtesy's sake, even if his vision was impaired without his spectacles. Of course it was too much to ask Rin to follow that example.
"Nii-san, it's rude to stare!" the younger boy fiercely whispered beside his brother.
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"You can't tell me that this isn't cool? I mean, some of those manga have nothing on this."
Yes, for all accounts, Rin was still very much a teenager!
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"Please stop staring, nii-san; it's unseemly and I don't want to be placed in the same category as you."
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Well, all they could do now was head up to the light... and you can bet that he won't stop looking either!
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You're going to make them look bad, Rin. If you like your tail, you'd avert your gaze.
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Don't make him turn this car around