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[cityship]

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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[cutintomyheart.livejournal.com]

Its face contorts horribly, terrifyingly, fang-teeth and eyes like a snake. It'd be silly to think about logically, really, this scrawny little corpse being scary, but it is, in a way that strikes straight into the ancient reptile-fears of the human brain. It's the sort of thing that would send a lesser man running away screaming, though Bri's likely looked death in the face enough already to hold his ground.

[maninthemachine.livejournal.com]

That he does. Doesn't mean the damn thing ain't freaky as shit, but I digress.

After a moment, Bri attempts to take a more authoritative stance as he aims the gun straight at the thing's head.

"What are you?" he says in a serious tone.

[cutintomyheart.livejournal.com]

It tenses, nostrils flaring. If it recognizes the gun is any threat, it doesn't show it - it's like the demeanor of some predatory animal.

It springs-

-up and backwards, twisting to effortlessly scramble up the levels of pods like a monkey, to try and vanish out of sight in the layers of catwalks and supports that trail much too far upwards.

[maninthemachine.livejournal.com]

Bri watched as the corpse-thingy disappears overhead.

"...Shit."

Yeah, there was no way he could follow that.

"...Stace?"

||Yes?||

"What in god's name was that?"

||That was a fellow podmate.||

"...You know you're being ever so helpful, don't you?"

||Of course.||