trans_9 | (no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

He didn't really wake up until he'd almost hit the floor. And that was only a nerve reaction to falling, as he caught himself on his hands and knees, not really remembering the fall. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision, and his head. Where was he? What had just happened?

He pushed himself up, sitting back on his knees. The last thing he could remember... was patrolling. He'd just landed the car to get out and break up a little band of Jokerz, and... then what? Then, he was... here. Wherever here was. Here, and apparently covered in goo.

He cleared his throat, and licked his dry lips, which turned out to be a bad idea, since whatever this stuff was, it tasted awful. He couldn't quite relate it to any other thing he'd ever tasted, except for maybe the spoiled milk he'd been dared to drink once in middle school. But stickier.

"Where am I?" He said out loud. It was only meant for himself, but his voice echoed in the chamber. "And..." he said, looking down, "what happened to my suit?"

||You are in the Pod Caverns. Your suit was removed as it would interfere with the pod's life support systems.||

Terry blinked, looking up and around for the source of the voice. The fact that this thing knew about his suit, but hadn't killed him, made him rather sure that this was a dream. He'd had dreams like this before. (Though most of them included pretty girls and didn't have as much slime.)

"So, uh..." He said, once more looking around, craning his head back to try to see if there were speakers up there in the rows of pods. He spoke a bit louder, not sure how the voice heard him. "Any chance I can... y'know... get my clothes back?"

||Your personal clothing is unavailable. However, clothing will be provided if you require it. Would you like me to direct you to the clothing room?||

The voice seemed female. That made Terry feel a bit uncomfortable. Unlike some dreams that included girls and a lack of clothing, he felt a bit guilty and uneasy. As if his mom had walking in on him in the bathroom.

"Uh," he got to his feet, trying to flick off a bit of the mucus on his hands, "yeah, clothes would be good. Lead the way."

He was a bit upset about the fact that the voice said he couldn't get his suit. The old man would frag him if he lost that thing. But then again, he was pretty confident that this was all in his head, so it would be alright for the time being.

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

||This way, please.||

Terry obeyed, still happily under the illusion that he was dreaming.

"Oh, hey," he said, as he entered the clothing room, which seemed to lack any hangers or shirts or really anything he'd expected, "who are you?"

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only