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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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"I think you have plenty of hands already. Hold still," she commanded, pushing his arms away. "Stop... flailing and let me take a look at you."
Aeryn wasn't a healer like Zhaan. But she had gone through some basic field medic training, and if Crichton was going to die she could at least tell him how long he had. She wiped some more of the goo off his face, checking his eyes, nose, ears... and grimacing as more of the slime dribbled out.
"Tell me how much of this fluid you've ingested." Obviously he must have done it on purpose; she wasn't reacting like this. "I don't think you were supposed to do that," she was unable to resist adding.
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John didn't put up too much of a fight when Aeryn pushed at him, plopping right back down where he'd been trying to get his feet under him and torn between feeling annoyed she was treating him like an idiot grunt and relieved that at least she was someone he knew. This wasn't exactly a repeat of his first day post-wormhole. Thank God. He blinked up at Aeryn as she tried to clean his face of slime, blinking up owlishly at her as she examined him like a - like a...well, actually he felt like a racehorse or something, right down to the clinical way she was checking out his eyes and turning his head from side to side. He tried to bat away her hand.
"I don't think so either. Look, I've no idea how much I accidentally," he emphasized that, because he really didn't make it a habit to go full on billy goat despite what Aeryn thought of his species, "swallowed while I was in the pod."
He thought he could at least play it cool in front of Aeryn. His body had other ideas. John coughed and was horrified to find that more of the slime came bubbling up. There was really no way to make this look like it was just another day at the office for him, John trying to talk around it.
"What about the others? Any sign of Moya?" He tried to turn his head to the side so he could have some dignity here, which wasn't very much considering he was buck naked, still debating another round of Upchuck and once again he had no idea where he was or how he got here. That about summed it up.
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Her tone highly suggested that this was less than optimal.
"We have to get you out of here," she decided. "Can you walk?"
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"Yeah, sure. I got this under control." John slung out an arm against the wall, determined to try to stand up on his own. The wall had this sickening little give to it. His legs wobbled. John half-expected them to dump him on his butt but thankfully he managed to get his balance under the control before Aeryn had to fish him up off the floor again.
Whew. John flashed her the thumbs up and a tired grin. See, it said, I couldn't feel better.
"Okay, so there's a chance she might be here since last I remember, I was on Moya working with one of the DRDs. What about you?"
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Her brow furrowed at Crichton's next words. "We were in the transport pod," she said slowly, "Returning from the Plokavian ship." It didn't make sense. How could Crichton have been in two places at once?
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He shot her a look. "No we weren't. That was awhile ago, don't you remember? You were recovering from getting mind-tricked by the Nebari."
The look he gave her was cautious, more so because he was really hoping it wasn't him remembering things wrong. He'd had a few...well, problems recently with remembering things, forgetting sometimes what he said and did, brief blackouts, and he hoped this wasn't more of the same song and dance. For all he knew, it was possible the temporary mind-cleansing might have some aftereffects down the line. He frowned at Aeryn, worried, forgetting all about the goo as he made sure he was ready to walk.
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"No, John. That didn't happen. Are you sure it wasn't you who was mind-frelled?"
She'd laughed, but this wasn't good. Crichton's state of mind had been less than stable lately, and it was already sounding like he'd be more of a liability than any real help. Again, typical.
"You don't see Scorpius anywhere, do you?"
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"Nope. I said I'm good," John tried to play it cool. He hoped if he couldn't fool himself, he could at least fool Aeryn. "Look, we find the others, and they'll tell you I'm right."
Now he was doubting himself. Thanks, Aeryn.
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"We'll find the others," she agreed, purposefully not including the part about Crichton being right. "I don't think we can check all of these pods-- not now." She meant not in John's current condition, of course. She slipped one arm around Crichton's back, nestling her shoulder under his armpit.
"There's a walkway up ahead," Aeryn said, starting off in that direction. "Apparently it leads to the rest of the ship."
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Did he even seriously think that?
"Let's go check out the welcome wagon," John reached up and wiped his nose, sniffling. He paused and then said, a bit more quietly. "Thanks, Aeryn."
For the shoulder and for not pressing him on the...other stuff. A cycle ago and she probably would've been hounding him a lot more about his "tactical inefficiency" than she already had. John would take what he got.
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She merely grunted at the thanks. She wasn't any more keen on finding out what the tentacles were for, but there didn't seem to be another way. And the pod fluid wasn't doing John any favors. Best to get it off him and out of him as soon as possible.
She also tried to ignore how nice it felt to be pressed closely to him. It wasn't as difficult as one might have thought, because a slightly clammy, slime-covered Crichton wasn't exactly what she'd consider alluring.
"Hopefully it'll include a shower," Aeryn said, walking him slowly toward the walkway, "Because you smell like dren."
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There were bits of Aeryn pressed up against him and only Officer Aeryn Sun, ex-PK commando, could make it feel entirely professional. John was pretty sure that was one of her breasts shoved up against him. He tried his best to ignore it for now. "God, I'd love a shower. An arns long shower, just standing there and enjoying it. I call dibs if there's a shower."
Seriously, don't make him get into a fistfight over it, Aeryn...even if he'd probably lose and she could easily strong-arm him out of the way, but he wasn't thinking that far ahead in his defense. Anyway, he figured Wonder Woman here wouldn't mind waiting for him to go first, what with her being some tough soldier badass who'd probably forded bogs of mud and guts or something insane like that. She probably had some war stories that would put Slime Cavern; Waking Up In to shame.
The trip up to the tentacles took a few long minutes, John pulling his arm off of Aeryn's shoulder and steeling himself.
"I guess I better go first," he said. He took in a deep breath. "Okay, on three..."
Or maybe on four.
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Aeryn rolled her eyes at John's bravado. "Don't be a fekkik," she said, and shouldered in front of him. "You couldn't protect yourself against a trigapod right now." Before he could even count to two, she'd already stepped into the tentacles.
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He had no idea what happened next. Technically he saw it, only it didn't really compute and by the time he tried to catch up, Aeryn was suddenly on the other side and kinda-sorta clothed with this bodysuit thing that didn't leave much to the imagination. Considering he'd seen Aeryn butt naked, imagination wasn't doing it for him. John wavered on the other side of the mass of writhing tentacles, exactly like a cat toeing at the water and getting second thoughts about this not-so-great idea, and decided maybe it was like getting your braces taken out: not as bad once you were already out the door.
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John made it on ten. He took two big steps inside the swarming mess, face scrunching, and before he could decide just how uncomfortable he was, suddenly he was standing next to Aeryn, clean and wearing the exact same suit thing. He tugged at the collar.
"Huh," John grunted as he dusted himself off. "That wasn't so bad."
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However, Crichton was right. Comparatively, it wasn't so bad. What did that say, exactly, about their lives?
"Really?" she raised her eyebrows. "You were in there for much longer than I was. Didn't run into any trouble?"
Think this might be a good place for the thread to end?
John just barely resisted the urge to adjust the wedgie the plantsuit thing was giving him. So very, very hard. Now that he noticed it, he kept thinking about it. He guessed Aeryn's suit had been put on perfectly, which seemed about par for the course for the woman. Trying not to think of the nightmare fodder of that tentacle pit writhing all over him and the thought that any second it's gonna eat me, sea food style, John instead chose to focus on the pluses: for one, he was clean, no more slime oozing out of places they had no right coming out of in the first place, and two, he felt...okay. Tired, but okay.
"Looks like the others are going that way," John pointed up the ramp. "Probably a welcome wagon waiting for us."
Sure!
"Welcome what?"