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Entry tags:
- !!stacy,
- !location: pod caverns,
- !plot: pod release,
- barbara wright,
- christine royce,
- gerald tarrant,
- karkat vantas,
- leonard church,
- madoka kaname,
- maria balthasar,
- max gibson,
- ninth doctor,
- ranulf,
- razputin aquato,
- rimethiel,
- roger maxson,
- shizuru viola,
- tavros nitram,
- tenth doctor,
- the tenth doctor,
- uva,
- veronica santangelo,
- volanz adarga
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:
||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.
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And then in trying to lift Tavros up again he tripped over his body and turned into a vegetable on the floorHe bent down, lifted him up, trembled, BUT did NOT... FALL... oh oops almost NO HE DROPP- haha just kidding he's got this in the BAG. It's packed tight in there like one of those matryoshka dolls all contentedly living inside each other like miniature parasitic versions of themselves encapsulated into a repetitive vertigo forever. This time he avoided the slime puddle and walked on like a champ with his rescued bride triumphantly abreast in his arms. It was a miracle.
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And Gamzee pulled a pair of shades over his eyes for extra effect. Tavros swooned.This is good! They'd make it to the clothing room in no time, but Tavros wasn't sure exactly where they were going. There was just a spiral walkway ahead of them, and he assumed that Gamzee would follow the phosphorescent lights up said pathway. If not, well...
Time to make a suggestion. "Okay, maybe just follow those lights, or... everyone else."
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With every step, the pair of trolls got that much closer to their privilege of being able to wear clothes. They just didn't know it.
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Actually, 'the woods' wasn't too far off as a description for this place. Vinelike protrusions dangled and curled every which way. Gamzee began to wonder if there was even an end to this frondiferous maze, but only for a second because SUDDENLY ONE OF THE MANY TENTACLES GRABBED HOLD OF TAVROS AND STOLE HIM AWAY!! Shock and dismay!!!
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Taburosu looked away and blushed at his bishi tomodachi, his kokoro going doki-doki all the while........ (｡◡‿◡｡) what a kakkoii hero....As they continued on without error, Tavros' anxiety began to disintegrate, feeling a bit better about the situation. He wouldn't bother himself with the details of everything quite yet, but there was somewhere they were supposed to be going, and he was grateful to have Gamzee there to help him out.
Just as he started to settle down and pay more attention to his surroundings, well. Vines stole him away. Even though the intention of these limb-like structures were not ill in nature it was still enough to disturb Tavros and cause the troll to gasp, this time not too pleased in being snatched away from his friend. Of course, when the vines had their way with him and finished their terrible function, Tavros fell and landed unceremoniously on the floor, covered in...
What was this? Like a skin-tight... no, clothes. Clothes weren't so bad. That sure was a weird way to go about things, though. Tavros looked to Gamzee, puzzled. "..."
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Gamujee sparkled a little and gained a shirt specifically so he could pop his collar for this scene and look down at his koibito and turn into a hawt bishinen "taburosu aishiteru honk" and then they made out chu oh squeeGamzee stared at the exchange with an abject mixture of horror and amazement. The vines were alive...
He looked around warily at the rest of the vines, like they would reach out and grab ahold of him too at any waiting interval. His elbows sort of stuck out as though he were poised to react in defense and counter any of those prehensile things, bobbing his head around to look at each one in the vicinity, and when none made a move to snag him, he calmed his stance down, looked at Tavros, and studied the plant suit.
"Bro? Uhh. Where'd that spandex all come from? Did the vines do the shit to you?" He walked over to scoop him back up and maybe further inspect this weird skintight getup that came out of pretty much nowhere, pinching the fabric at his chest to stretch it and feel it between his fingers, but that was a big mistake if he hoped to avoid being molested by the vine apparatuses because SHOOP one sensed his movement, snaked around his waist, and hoisted him up in the air like what happened with Tavros momentarily ago.
He hardly struggled because of the whole shock and slow reaction time, and it only took a handful of seconds it seemed before Gamzee was deposited on the ground next to Tavros.
"... Hahahaha, what the fuuuuuck..." His eyes rolled back in his head and he leaned back on his palms, bemused by the whole ordeal. He didn't know what to make of it and suddenly he didn't care. The whole point was that it was crazy shit going down and unexpected and also maybe a little funny too now that it already happened.
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Taburosu could not believe Gamujee called him his koibito and the poor babbu's tears kirakira-ed with overwhelming delight as he finally found his perfect semeClearly Tavros didn't even get a chance to explain himself before Gamzee was treated to the privilege of Wearing Clothes. He looked down sheepishly before glancing back to Gamzee, smiling a little.
"But, maybe, it's not exactly a terrible thing, that happened," he assured him. "Since, I guess, now we're not entirely... exposed anymore."
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"Maybe, in time, you can modify it to your liking," he tried, a little distracted by the vines this time. What sort of... It was definitely a strange way to go about doing things.