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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'll be fine," he said breathlessly, slowly pushing himself upright. "I thought they were trying to hurt you. But you're all right. Good."
Forgive him, he needs a moment.
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Cedric's steps were tentative, as if he expected the ship to remember and slam him around just in case. But as he wasn't trying to interfere, nothing of the sort happened. Instead, the largest vines gently snatched his waist and arms, lifting him into the air while smaller ones made their best attempt at sucking the slime from his body and the plant material prepared to descend. Soon enough, he was wrapped in the pulsating suit and set on his feet.
"Er...thanks," he said to the ceiling before turning to Maxine, now able to look at her properly without feeling embarrassment. "So that takes care of that. We're headed up?"
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She moved to him more quickly, once he was set down, also glad that she could do so without worrying about anything embarrassing now. He was okay though, and as she calmed a little, the last of the air around her going still. "Yeah. I guess heading up is really all we can do, to get out of here. There's obviously nothing left down there for us, so if we head up we can maybe find some more people. Especially now that we're dressed."
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"Can't say I feel clean, though---is it moving?" There was a skittery sensation inside the suit that made him shudder. "Weirder and weirder! Right. Let's head up before anything else happens."
He took a moment to smile at her, now that he could, and started up the walkway. Ahead were giant clear tubes, obviously intended for them to enter.
"Are you using your wind here, or should I go ahead this time?"
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She flushed at his question. "Um, I guess whichever works. Sorry about that. Not that I guess the wind did anything before, but still, I guess it didn't work out so well. Not that I wouldn't have been worried about you too, if you'd gone first and you'd been grabbed by those things without me knowing what was going on."
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And failed, and he had a tiny bump on the back of his head to show for it. But that was all past, they were fine. "I'll go ahead this time. Follow as soon as you can, okay? I think it'll take us to the same place."
With that, he took a deep breath and stepped into the tube, one that soon whisked him up and away from Maxine. He was shooting through layers and layers of---something, as Stacy's voice crooned soothing words to him once again. Something about him being a Chosen. Hadn't he already done that?
Regardless, he found himself tumbling out of the tube and climbing to his feet at the front of an enormous warehouse. What looked like personal possessions were piled out in front of him, and...perhaps something for him. But he'd wait on Maxine before he started looking.
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But still, that was past, and they had to keep soldiering on. She nodded, a little nervous about Cedric going first this time, but she was sure it'd be okay, just like the last time. She waited a few seconds, after he went in, before she stepped into the tubes, allowing herself to be whisked away, the sensation not totally alien to her. Of course, she was also confused by the words-- normally she wasn't really 'Chosen' material, after all. And the mention of 'others'...
She was a bit sidetracked, though, when she saw where they were next, with an expanse of items before them. "Oh wow," she said aloud, moving to join Cedric. "Do you think this is our stuff? That'd be nice, I think, to at least have some things of ours. Not that it's really necessary, but still."
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"Let's find out!"
And he started with the boxes, pushing past interesting hats and little gadgets and a number of small weapons. No, no robes, no broom lying atop the pile. He was just about to turn the box away as a loss when his fingers brushed something, causing a warmth to shoot up his arm.
Could it be? Spurred on, he started eagerly shuffling things around. One mighty yank, and---yes! It was his wand! Ash, unicorn hair, twelve and a quarter inches. Not as polished as he would like, but he could do that later. Smiling, he set about stuffing the little object into his sleeve before Maxine could start to wonder about his excitement over finding a stick.
At least he had some protection now. "Found anything of yours?" he asked over a shoulder.
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Rifling through, she pulled up a large green, otherwise traditional witches hat, smiling to herself. She put it on her head while she dug to see if the rest of her costume was there, but so far nothing.
"Um, I found my hat, which is pretty nice I guess," she said, which she figured sounded kind of silly, but she liked it, anyway. "I thought maybe I wouldn't have anything here, I don't have that much special or anything. What about you, did you find anything?"
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"Nice hat," he complimented with a little grin. "Are you a witch as well as a hero, then?"
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But she'd asked him what he'd found, and he had to answer with something! The trouble was that he was a bad liar. "I didn't find much! But I suppose I didn't have much either," he said nervously.
"Hero's fine, don't worry. Everyone knows what a hero is. I wanted to be one too, back when I was a kid." Being a wizard was almost as cool.
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She brightened again at his reassurances, and replied, "Okay! I guess that works then. It's a little weird to try and explain, but I guess most people understand, right? And you could still be a hero if you really wanted to. I know some heroes who don't have any powers or anything and they're definitely better heroes than I am."
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"Huh. I wonder if they're anything like Aur---the authorities, I mean," he caught himself just in time as he took one last look around the room. "Like those people with the hoses who put out fires. The firebattlers, the police."
Wizards tended to use specialized spellcasting units, but of course he couldn't mention that.
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"How did they fight, then? Martial arts?"
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"Right! Or else using technology or whatever. They're usually really smart, I think. What about you? What kind of stuff did you do? I mean, I know you said you weren't a hero or anything, but that still leaves a lot of options and I'm sure it was something really important."
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"I'm...well, I was just a student. A student athlete, I suppose you could say." It was technically true! "I'll just have to find a way to help. Maybe I could train with something?"
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"Yet I'm sure you're great. Thanks, it's really helped. So...do you think we're ready to head up? Face whatever's out there?" he asked, gazing at the tubes that would whisk them away one more time.
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And whatever would come, no matter how worried he was...they had to find out. Wand at the ready, new friend just beside him, he stepped into it.
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((ooc: Can probably end off here, or else in another tag or two? Assume they got separated in the crowds.))