Podpop

[cityship]

[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.

Comments

[butworthit.livejournal.com]

Grogginess from the untold months or years of stasis might’ve left the Doctor vulnerable for a longer time in any other circumstance. Luckily for him, the combined forces of the chill of the pod fluid in the open air and the weight of his previous thoughts were an excellent stimulator.

So what was the situation?

As he recalled, he’d ordered his TARDIS to take Rose home, both women in his life leaving him alone on the Game Station against a Dalek fleet. All appeared lost. The War was on again, and this was a battle he wasn’t so sure he could win. Not without an enormous, painful cost, one that he found himself willing to pay. By his hand, the Earth would die.

And that was the end point of his prior memories, in one twist of time. There was a flash of light, and he remembered no more until this moment. There were a thousand ways he could be in an impossible situation from here. So it was time to start narrowing them down.

First thing: his immediate surroundings. He was in a humid room, one well-suited to sustain plant life. The floor was bumpy, and that was at least one good sign: Daleks preferred smooth metal surfaces. Had they captured him? The room didn’t bear the markings of their fleet, but it could just as easily be a trap. Best to be cautious.

Second thing: his condition. The good news was that his body appeared intact, and it was the same body he’d had last. No large traumatic incidents or emergency regenerations. The bad news: he was naked and unarmed. A sonic screwdriver would’ve provided some information, but he lacked even that. All that was left to him was his mind, and even that seemed…off. As if he’d lost his connection to the cosmos, the dimensions of time and space. Was he outside reality again?

Unlikely. He’d feel it if he was. But he needed arms and answers. A little information could be dangerous, it was true, but no information at all was even more dangerous. Better to resolve that as soon as possible. That desire led to the third thing: Stacy. The Doctor could recall her full name if he wanted to, but he wasn’t feeling charitable enough to spare the effort at the moment. All he knew was that she knew his true name, she was in his head, and she was being infuriatingly unhelpful.

Given how short his temper was and how many terrifying possibilities he had to turn in his mind again and again, it wasn’t long at all before he told her to take her useless platitudes and shove off. Time to find his own way! He stood, flicked the pod fluid on his arms as far as it would go, and marched off.

"Useless, absolutely usele---no, I don't need a sedative, thanks!"

[coldfire-adept.livejournal.com]

Tarrant, for his part, was also naked, though he had the advantage of no longer being covered in slime. His gaze flickered toward the Doctor. Studying him. Listening to the cadence of his voice. After a moment, he spoke.

"Let's not be so rash, shall we? Shouting may draw unwanted attention."

[paidinbeer.livejournal.com]

Orc was never the smartest boy.

He wasn't really aware of this till he was in school and by then it was too late. He knew he wasn't smart and there wasn't much he could do about that...or so he reasoned.

But he was strong, and mean, and big. And these were his advantages.

But smart? Never. So as he trudged after the other people, listening to words in his head with no idea what they meant he wondered if it was simply because he wasn't smart...or if it was something more. Either way he couldn't figure out what was going on. The voice was talking but it was like someone trying to explain complicated math to him. He had missed something and just couldn't catch up.

So he trudged along, massive heavy stone feat making loud deep noises with each step.

The one thing he was aware of those was...that he was horrifyingly sober. He could feel everything, he was fully aware, and coherent.

Which meant he had so much to think about...and that's why he wasn't paying attention to those around him. Becareful so you don't get stepped on by a 8ft tall rock creature.

[greatergone]

Kais was paying attention when he stepped out, being perfectly accustomed to following orders when in a situation that confused him. Unfortunately, he was also small in comparison to humans, standing a little over half the height of the huge rock creature.

It didn't help, though, that without his armor functions, he had awful depth perception and he didn't realize how close it was. That is, until it practically knocked him on his butt. Kais didn't complain but Orc probably felt the impact with the blue skinned alien.

Gerald Tarrant (Coldfire trilogy)

[coldfire-adept.livejournal.com]

Tarrant opened his eyes, instinctively examining the currents around him for danger. He was vulnerable here, exposed in more ways than one. For an instant, he shrank back from the dim lighting in the pod chamber, then relaxed. Slightly.

Delicate violet strands of power stretched out into the darkness, invisible to any without the Sight. Power that had been pooling in this dark chamber, allowed to grow. It had not been exposed to sunlight, then – not for some time. He reached out to it, coaxing it forth. As he expected, it leapt to obey him, as a dog coming to heel at the feet of its master. With a slight grimace of distaste, he used its power to shed the layer of slime that covered him, leaving him damp, unclothed… but clean and un- disheveled. That finished, he straightened, scanning the room once more with cool grey eyes that betrayed nothing of the thoughts flickering behind them.

Information. He required it, and someone here would give it to him. Willingly… or with some encouragement.

[heartfeltfancy]

Madoka should have been used to it by then. Really. She'd already died once. If death wasn't the ultimate mind-fogger, nothing else could be.

But yet, here she was, dazed and confused. A "Great Purpose"? Maybe she'd been resurrected for it. But was there really someone-something with great enough power to bring back the dead?

The being that called itself Stacy said things would be explained, though...that enough was a bit reassuring. So she shuffles along, trying to spot any familiar faces.

[loved-by-aries.livejournal.com]

The only good thing about being turned to stone was the everlasting knowledge that Haruka had saved Yukino from whatever that thing that had looked strangely reminiscent of her old rival. She knew it hadn't been that bubuzuke woman - Shizuru wasn't that underhanded - but still... the resemblance had been a bit eerie. When she finally started feeling things again, she breathed a sigh of relief, only to cough up some of the slime she'd accidentally inhaled.

"Ugh." This was worse than adjusting to the nanomachines back when she'd first enrolled at Garderobe. Shaking her head, she looked around. This... this wasn't Aries. This was... Had she been eaten by something while petrified?

Then the voice entered her mind, reminding her very much of Yukino. So much that she mistook it for her master, transmitted through her GEM, that she mumbled out her pledge once more as she focused. Of course, she was chosen. She was a Meister Otome. She was the Continental Orb Topaz.

...wait. Did she just?

Blinking, Haruka got to her feet, wiped her face clean and started looking around. No, she would find her master... her love...

"Yukino?" Haruka didn't see her, so she called out louder. "Yukino!"

Still no one responded, so she started stomping off in a random direction. It wasn't until she passed by the dazed girl that something more pressing hit Haruka. She stopped and knelt by the girl.

"What's wrong?"

[vintagevoice]

To be honest, Christine hadn't remembered ever being so relaxed, not in a long time. She'd been so wound up for so long that there hadn't been a minute to just sleep for sleep's sake. The voice went in one ear and out the other, and just so fast...sploosh, she fell awkwardly on her side, a tangle of limbs and slime.

Humidity wasn't common in the Mojave, even if heat was- it was the damp wetness that threw her through a loop. She tried to quickly gain her footing, grab for the gun that wasn't there, but in the end she realized this was nothing like the Madre. Her nudity didn't bother her as much as it probably should have, in lieu her lacking a weapon in a strange place.

The only comforting thought she had was that this couldn't be Elijah's doing.

[first_of_steel]

There was another pop nearby.

"... you know," said the older man who emerged, "I'm naked and covered in slime. I'm at least thirty years past the point where I would've had an excuse for that."

[angrynubs]

For a very brief moment, Karkat allowed himself to think that he was home in his respiteblock, asleep in his recuperacoon. It was certainly slimy enough, but somehow wrong. Not comforting, not familiar. Wrong.

As he spilled out of the pod, naked and bewildered, he at least managed to realize that this was a place he'd never seen before in his entire life. This was not Alternia, this was not the Veil, the people he'd been with only seconds ago were not in the immediate vicinity, and there was a voice.

Karkat Vantas was having a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day. And when Karkat Vantas had terrible, horrible, no good very bad days, he tended to react in a terrible, horrible, no good very bad manner.

"WHAT THE FUCK."

[snarkingscribe]

A slimy cyborg dog, that's what, Karkat.

He's whimpering about being covered in the goop and looking puzzled at you.

[gog-galor.livejournal.com]

Whoah. This was definitely not an abandoned asylum on the other side of the lake. Or maybe he was back under the lake? Maybe this is what swimming in warm, gelatenous water was like.

Oh well, whatever. Raz was busy shaking the goop out of his hair, and noticed that he was lacking his pilot helmt and goggles. And also his backpack. Uh oh.

"Eeewww!!" Except wait more importantly this stuff was kind of gross. And it was kind of smelling weird in here. Don't mind him as he stumbling around and making faces and eeewww get this stuff off ew ew. If only he had some kind of Psychic-Bathing Merit Badge. And who was this big psychic lady talking to him?

[rimethiel.livejournal.com]

It was difficult to ignore the ship's voice. At least it sounded nothing like the Lich King, or Rimethiel's awakening might have proved a bit more violent than the elf would have liked.

As it was, the sound of "ewwww!" nearby gave her pause. At least the goop itself was easier for her to get off--because as soon as she'd left the "comfort" of the pod, it had started to freeze with contact to her skin. At least that would give her a slight semblance of modesty and hide the worst of the scarring on her body.

The cavern she was in was definitely large, but it lacked the characteristics of Deepholm. There were no large, jutting chunks of crystal and earth, just unending rows of pods, some which had opened and divested themselves of their contents. And the source of the ewws--a human boy--was the one closest to her.

"I don't suppose you know what we're supposed to be doing, here, do you?"

[9tailtemptress.livejournal.com]

Ah, another day, another battle~ I wonder who I'll be facing...

But this felt much different. Ahri could tell immediately, that not only had the summoning, if that is what this was, felt nothing like all the previous times, but the location jarred her into a sense of both curiosity and caution.

Her fox ears stood straight as she begun to feel everything around her. From the pod slime on her bare skin, to the musty air from the cavern. This was certainly not a Field of Justice she had ventured to before.

The place had a feel akin to that of the City of Noxxus... but not quite. Especially not when, who she thought was her summoner, spoke.

The feel was unlike one she had felt before, even in her short time walking amongst the people of the League and the cities of Rune Terra.

While she wanted to know more of whatever this summoner knew about her situation, hearing that she had been chosen amongst champions made her feel more at ease. It was something that felt more familiar.

Of course she had been chosen, she had been chosen many times before to fight in the Fields of Justice and claim more souls amongst the elite Champions of the League, only difference was, this was unknown and ripe new territory to explore and discover.

And she could already feel many new souls to feast on~ How delightful!

[elementofloyalty]

A pod nearby opened, and promptly deposited a sky-blue pony onto the ground.

In other words, flat on her back. The pods were not quite as adept at handling quadrepeds (or, technically, hexapeds) as they believed.

[greeeaserbug]

It's the green of the pods that really wakes him up. As the only color he can really see in a mire of universally poor senses, it's the best alarm Uva's going to get.

The most pressing matter, of course, is the one where he was being consumed by the other Greeed's medals from within and turning into something. But that's stopped happening. There's definitely some of the others' medals still there, but it's a significantly smaller amount.

The last thing he remembered before this was asking for help. He's not sure hwow to feel about actually getting it, at least in this strange form.

"..who did this?"

And then there was a voice reverberating through his medals.

[islikemountain.livejournal.com]

"Is being named Stacy."

Abbey was glad to find someone else she could see, it'd been lonely being, well, alone. But there was one complication as she rounded one of the pods into view.

"Also took clothes."

[420boondolla]

Like okay, it kind of felt like he tumbled out of his recuperacoon one evening, right? And he should be all kinds of disturbed at all the unfamiliar sights and smells impacting his senses. But he's not. Groggy, he lifts his heavy eyelids to unveil the bleary world before him. Gamzee doesn't think much on this whole scenario at first except that it looks all kinds of wicked cool, all the glowing green and yellow colors flashing on and off. So enchanting.

He even forgot that he was long gone from ever going back to his recuperacoon again, and that it should be more than a little strange that they had reunited at all. Instead he thinks this is some kind of bizarre meaningful lucid fantasy he's having. He doesn't even care that he's naked.

After a while of staring off into the luminescent beyond, his palm hits something sticky. It's been a while since he had the luxury of access to any of his slime for making pies with, mind, and this goop doesn't look half bad at all. His head's feeling kind of fuzzed up anyway and fuck, he could really use some right now he decides as he scoops a glob of it in his fist and shovels it into his mouth.

He proceeds to eat the pod slime.

[uhhhh]

At around the same moment, Tavros met a similar fate, breaking through the thinning membrane of the pod and falling to the floor unceremoniously.

Falling was something he was quite good at, it seemed.

This sudden impact shook his consciousness from off to on, and his eyes shot open and he coughed. It was like a bad nightmare... Only he was totally not waking up anywhere familiar to him. He was on the floor, in a bed of slime that didn't smell quite right, and neither did the air around him...

Tavros pushes himself up with his hands, noticing the strange sensation of being without any clothes sticking to his body. Of course, he looks down and it is just as he suspected: he's naked, and this place is weirdly lit and not his respite block in any capacity. The fudge-blood blinked, rubbing his eyes and wiping some of the slime from his face before he noticed a pair of distinctly curving horns not too far off from his location.

"Gamzee..." he called out, his voice failing him a little at first and cracking. He hoped that would catch his attention. Was he... eating that stuff?

[thebestoffense]

Being suspended in warm slime was all part of the daily routine for Volanz, so it took his sleepy brain a moment to realize that something was up.

Wait a minute. His hive was half collapsed and should have been on another planet. This could not be his room or his recuperacoon.

This startling realization caused the young troll to push out with his limbs and inhale a considerable amount of podslime.

Volanz choked and sputtered as he spilled out onto the cavern floor in the least dignified manner possible. It took him a moment to catch his breath and get up, wiping slime off his face with one arm. He coughed again for good measure.

...And something was talking to him. The wash of affection from the voice was probably the least comforting thing about this whole sudden-green-and-yellow-squishy-world experience. It was an entirely alien emotion. Well, not entirely, but very close. His lusus had been the closest thing Volanz ever had to a parent, and that relationship had been more mutually bewildering than unconditionally affectionate.

He eyed the lights doubtfully and flexed his shield arm a little, wishing for the comforting weight of his chosen weapon, then peered around at the other pods. There were too many for him to be the only one, right?

...Maybe he should get a move on, before anything bigger and nastier woke up.

[thereisno11]

After a bit of silence hung in the air, a white and black armored transparant figure stood in the pod chamber arms crossed. If anyone was there with him, Private Church didn't care. He was pissed.

"All right. What the fuck is going on? And where the fuck is my body?"

[catoutofwater]

A strange scent hung heavy in the warm air, and Ranulf sat in a small pool of slime where he'd landed on the floor, blinking in confusion and trying to make sense of it. It wasn't the scent of anything he could identify, but he could determine one thing for certain--it was something alive. Combined with the steady pulsing of the floor beneath him, it seemed to indicate, much to his distress, that he was inside some sort of gigantic living creature. One that was suddenly speaking to him.

"What--" Panicking was probably the most natural thing to do in this kind of situation, and truth be told, he felt pretty close to doing so. He had a goddess to face and people to save, and yet he'd presumably been eaten by a... wait, a ship? That couldn't be right... this wasn't like any sort of ship he'd ever seen.

"...This is a dream, right?" he muttered, knowing even as he said it that it wasn't the case but wondering if his surroundings could really hear him. "A very, very weird dream." There was no response, and closing his eyes, Ranulf took a deep, slow breath. Panicking would get him nowhere. He'd just have to find his way off of this strange living ship. He quickly took stock of his situation; utterly disoriented, hearing a voice in his head, slimy and naked. Great, just great.

Well, he could do something about the last problem, at least. A blue glow enveloped him momentarily as he shifted into his cat form--it didn't count as naked when he was covered in fur, and besides, he could clean himself off better this way. He licked one paw clean and then used it to wipe the slime off of his face before setting out, padding softly down the walkway, alert and just a little on edge.

[facepunching.livejournal.com]

Soren had come here looking for only one person. He wasn't expecting anyone else from his world, and certainly not Ranulf, but when he caught the familiar, lithe movement of a cat laguz out of the corner of his eye, his mouth tightened in disapproval. Perfect. Just perfect.

Maybe Ranulf wouldn't recognize him. Maybe the slime would dull his sense of smell. Soren flipped open one of his tomes, half-covering his face.

[Didn't see a post in M&G, so tagging here!]

[atadiscoverer]

There is a yell of pain and panic, as Dr. Carson Beckett wakes from his slumber. He squirms in his pod for the briefest of seconds before spilling out and onto the chamber floor, sprawling out.

He lies there for a moment, eyes closed before opening them hesitantly, looking around.

"What the bloody hell is going on?" He asks, aloud, his Scottish accent tinged with fear and pure confusion.

"Where am I? Is this a-" He cuts himself off, not wanting to finish his sentance, as he starts to climb to his feet.

[elegantamethyst.livejournal.com]

Shizuru had been in the midst of riding out the adrenaline high from being deposited rather unceremoniously on the chamber floor. It was something that she did not appreciate no matter how soothingly their savior introduced themselves as.

She sat in a crouched position, one knee to the floor and the other to her chest, both hands flat on the ground with her knuckles white from the pressure. Her head jerks the man's way when he speaks, wet hair flicking remnants of the slime in a circle.

Yet, for all her inner turmoil, her voice is light. In the face of his outburst, Shizuru still manages to tease him. "We are here." Did he not hear the same voice in his mind?

[first-in-time.livejournal.com]

Oh, goodness, was the first thought that came to mind as Barbara Wright, entirely befuddled and still woozy from the deep sleep, climbed out of the thick, gooey mess. The second thought she had almost immediately after climbed out, involved wondering why the sticky, gooey mess was all over her body...her unclothed body.

Her limbs snapped to her body to cover herself decently with all that she had. A slight pink rose to her cheeks as she noticed others in a similar situation; just as gooey, and just as naked as she was.

Barbara held her head high and her hands in strategic positions as she looked around. A voice reassured her and a path was lit along the floor. At a lack of indication to do anything else, Barbara cautiously followed the lights, keeping her eyes on as much as possible, lest she be ambushed, or attacked, until she came to a place where she was cleaned and dressed (although, not in the most graceful manner).

Now she just had to find out what was going on.

[coldfire-adept.livejournal.com]

Tarrant turned at the sound of someone coming up behind him and, seeing Barbara, swept himself into a polite bow of greeting. He averted his eyes, of course. Naked or not, manners were manners.

Unlike the others, he wasn't coated in slime; in fact, there was not a hair out of place on him. If it hadn't been for the lack of clothes, he might be a refugee from a garden party. "It appears we've been presented with a bit of a puzzle. My name is Gerald Tarrant."

[lastgallifreyan.livejournal.com]

The Doctor – the one that the Daleks called Ka Faraq Gatri, the last of the once great Time Lords, the Oncoming Storm himself – opened his eyes.

It was warm. A bit too warm, really. The air was humid, heavy and acrid and entirely the wrong chemical composition for the atmosphere of Mars. And he’d been wearing a space suit when he’d stepped out of the TARDIS to explore the red planet. At the moment, he was completely naked.

Naked and slimy. That was a bit weird.

It looked – and felt – as if he’d been in stasis for a long time. The familiar turn of the universe, something he’d been aware of since birth without even realising that he was taking it for granted, was hidden from him.

The Doctor raised a bare arm, sticking his tongue out to taste the salty slime on his skin. It had been produced by the ship, but it was organic. Definitely organic. That meant that the ship was alive, just like his own beloved TARDIS. When he got to his feet and demanded to know what was going on, she answered, though he was far from satisfied with what he heard.

“You can’t just pull people out of time and space without asking, you know!” he shouted back. “It doesn’t work like that!”

Not unless you were him. He was the Doctor.

“And putting together a plucky band of resistance fighters for a last stand against the end of the world? Am I supposed to be impressed? Who hasn’t done that?”

Stacy had fallen silent. Despite himself, the Doctor grinned. He'd never been very good at resisting a challenge. First he'd find some clothes and then he'd get down to the business of saving the world.

[imgonnaflyhigh]

Tails looked around when his eyes finally adjusted to what was going on. He placed a hand to his head and shook it. Only then did he become aware of the fact that he was covered in goo and it stunk to high heaven.

"Ugh... What happened...? And why am I sticky?" he asked out loud, wondering if there was anyone around who could hear him.

Darius - Hunger Games

[rabbitforkisses.livejournal.com]

It was less alarming than it was confusing. It was not the first time he had woken up lately, stripped of clothes and what shards of dignity remained to him while his life was upended around him.

He had never missed his voice more than he did in this moment, staring around at a room full of naked strangers trying to find Lavina or at the least, someone he might know. Someone who might be able to understand him. Stuck alone, unable to call out or announce himself. Friends could be a level down and he would never know, would he?

Had the Capital done this? Had he done something else wrong? Was this another layer of punishment?

It reminded him of the Hunger Game. Chosen to fight? Chosen to fight why?

'May the odds be ever in your favor.' He sighed, mouthing the familiar words uncertainly, following the press of bodies towards the stairs.

Nothing to be done, was there? Another change, another rude awakening in a situation he didn't understand.

An Avox had no say in the things that happened to them, an Avox had no voice.

He kept his eyes open, turning his head from side to side in hopes of catching sight of someone he knew. The voice had said to go up to the people waiting, and what could he do but obey?

[tomorroworacle.livejournal.com]

Everything around Max was dark and warm. She paused before opening her eyes in an attempt to get her bearings and only managed to determine that she was on her back and that whatever was beneath her was moving. And sticky.

With a shudder Max opened her eyes. Her eyes didn't take long to adjust and she realized that there was no real "light"-just a glow from whatever the slag those things lining the wall were. Max pushed herself up and became distantly aware of the fact that the floor wasn't sticky, she was. This discovery, however, was nowhere near as unsettling as her nudity.

Max spotted the clump of people moving along the lighted walkway, looking as unsettled as she knew she did. With an almost resigned sigh Max decided to follow them. If she couldn't get a direct answer about where the hell she was, at least she wouldn't be alone in her naked, slimy confusion.

[shevatangel.livejournal.com]

Maria bursts out of the pod quickly and spits out the goo, trying not to get it in her mouth with a wild look in her eyes. Her eyes tracing around the room quickly trying to get a feel for the place. She was just attacking Solaris and something went wrong, she dropped everyone else off but then was attacked and there was a flash, then the goo. It wasn't time to call Seibzehn yet but she was looking around like a caged animal.

"All right, some AI. This isn't some sort of Solaris trick, is it?"

[bayoeeen.livejournal.com]

The last thing she vaguely remembered was heading out the ruins with her new companion Carbuncle and then... nothing.

Arle snapped her eyes wide open and shivered at the cold air. She looked around her surroundings, where was she? How did she arrived from a dark chamber of sort, and what happened to her clothes for that matter. There was so many questions popping in her head, it was all confusing. Her yellow companion however seems to be -thankfully- with her and had cower in fear.

"Shh, it's okay," she attempted to coo the yellow-bunny despite her own fears.