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Throughout the ship, people would hear the familiar voice of Stacy in their heads.

||Pod Release Protocols Initating||

In the Pod Caverns, there were the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.

There was condensation and mist spraying out from cracks in the pods, as the people inside slid out onto the floors, covered in slime.

Pop. Poppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiissss.

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||You have been Chosen. You have been brought here to accomplish great things. Your clothing was removed since it would interfere with the life support systems of the pod.||

Fingers went up to his brow, then, feeling at plates of stone with a small scowl. That answer was not really an answer. Perhaps it meant to flatter, to divert attention.. Zel wasn't all that easily distracted, though. Great things.. what did that even mean?

The realist in him was trying to organize already. "Can I retrieve my gear before something else decides to surprise me?" Stay calm. Stay calm. Being aggressive with some unknown thing while in a totally foreign place would get him nowhere, fast..

||I can direct you to the Weapons and Possessions Lockers if you wish. However, I might suggest you visit the Clothing Room first, as there is no clothing available within the Lockers.||

Silly him, considering clothing to be part and parcel of his gear. Lips stretched into an irritated frown. How was he supposed to cope with this? They.. or she.. held all the cards.

"Lead on, then." Zel's voice was prim. "Clothing first." Then he could start worrying about what the hell they expected of him, really.

A line of pustules along the ground began to glow, leading off into the distance.

||This way, please.||

Was this a trap? Why all this, if it were? The blisters. almost, had risen and begun to glow at Zel's feet, causing him to mince back a step in surprise; nothing jumped out of the new light, nothing came to grab him.. or greet him.

"Why not extend an invitation?" Alright, he was being cool, polite, even as he began to reluctantly follow that line of sickly radiance. "Most would benefit from an invitation." Rather than being, you know. Grabbed. If this were a demon of some sort, though, then his careful phrasing was for nothing. "And many adventurers would jump at the chance to, er, 'do great deeds.'"

Was this thing reasonable? His logic simply might not follow. He wouldn't know until he tried.

||Invitations were deemed unnecessary.||

Eventually, Zelgadis would see that in the distance, there was a massive, spire-like structure that stretched from the floor to the ceiling of the cavern. The path ended in front of a door on the side of the structure, which led to a room with vine-like tentacles hanging from the ceiling.

"Well, I'll be frank. I'd have turned you down." There was a hint of dry humor in that. Still, this creature wasn't very chatty, was she? There was no wheedling anything extra out of her. Simply efficient, perhaps. "So you're calling the shots, right?" Or was this voice not in charge of anything but.. waking them up?

They'd come across the new piece of architecture, and for a moment he'd paused, head tilting upwards to take in the height and.. the design of it. No, it was alien. It didn't fit in with what he'd seen of the other world. It just meant his worries were right; he was entirely out of his territory.

A sigh, then, the promise of clothing more than enough to get him to go inside. No gear. No selection. No closet. Sure, he wasn't expecting a wardrobe, but this?

"I'm not going to like this, am I?" Not like he'd been enjoying himself so far.

||Reactions to the Clothing Room vary from podmate to podmate.||

The vines reach down and begin wrapping around him, lifting him up. After a few moments, he's let back down wearing clothing made of a dark, plant-like membrane.

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