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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.||
||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.||
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"WHY THE HELL AM I NAKED?! I DON'T CARE ABOUT THESE 'OTHERS', I WANT ANSWERS FROM YOU!" Her head jerks around - there's others here, but she doesn't care about them right now.
Well, that would be a lie. She ducks back into her pod to try and hide behind part of it. She still has her shame, after all!
"WHAT KIND OF CRAPPY RECRUITMENT IS THIS?! WHERE'S MY CLOTHES? WHERE'S GOURRY?! You got a lot of explaining to do before I even CONSIDER playing exterminator for you, lady!"
[OOC: Mostly directed at Stacy, but feel free to interrupt Lina, or talk at her anyway, or whatever. o/]
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|| Your clothing would have rotted in the damp environment your organic matter required. It is awaiting you in the possessions lockers, along with your other belongings. ||
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"Alright, but... That's just one of my questions! Where's my friend?! And what gives you the right to yank me outta what I was doing? This doesn't make me feel all that considerate regarding your bug problem, y'know! It's gonna take a lotta money to keep me from just walkin' out on this!"
A beat.
"Once I find my clothes."
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Stacy's used to being yelled at, even if a little part of her dies inside each. and every. time.
|| You were rescued. It was presumed you'd prefer this fate to a painful death. ||
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Stacy's next words make her eyes widen a bit - and her temper goes down just a bit. "Rescued? Rescued from what?"
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"I...uh. Can they be woken up, too, then?" She pauses. "...though after I'm out of here - I'm not really keen on my friends seeing me naked."
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It's possible that Stacy says that second sentence passive-aggressively.
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"Hoy, sveethot! Nize view! Hyu vant to go for a ride?"
Maxim put on his best charming grin--the one that was all fangs--and grinned over at the small girl.
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Surely, that question wasn't directed at her.
Lina's head turns, and sure enough, this...purple person was leering at her. She shrieks, trying to sink down behind the still-there parts of the pod, and raises an arm - "BURST RONDO!" - then thrusts her palm toward him. Several balls of light show up in front of her, then take off at Maxim in the form of explosive fireballs.
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"Hy meant a ride on my horse! It's a nize horse--vait, Hy don't know if it's aliff now--DEM!"
Maxim took a sniff at the smoking pod. He didn't smell any pyroclastic chemicals...
"Say, how'd hyu do dat?"
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Ugh, and that didn't seem to drive him off, crud. Lina peeks out at the question, making a rather annoyed face. "Lots of practice, now buzz off!"
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|| Please do not fight in the pod caverns. You may injure your sleeping comrades. ||
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Right?
Shepard brushed at the goo, though not to much result. Nrr. Collectors didn't tend to strip you, from what she'd seen. And she certainly didn't remember any attack. No way that wouldn't have woken them.
Alright. Calm. Think. You're naked, you're in an unknown location, and you're alone. What'd they with...
A fireball streaked past her head. Okay, not alone. Shepard swung over the pod, towards the fire's source--never said she always made the smart decisions.
"What the ^&%^ is going on here?"
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Then again, girl trouble was the best kind. Unless it was the kind that threatened life or limb. Or even better, both!
No one would ever mistake Maxim for someone with sanity, to judge from the gleam in his eyes. Nope.
"Noddink! I vas doink noddink! I vas just flirtink a little!" He gestured his prosthetic arm in Lina's direction.
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It's kind of all too much.
So first, she jerks her head...up, she guesses, to yell at Stacy. "THIS GUY'S CREEPING ON ME, WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!"
Then she turns to Shepard. "I don't know, something about fighting bugs or some crap!"
Then to Maxim. "You wake up in a place like this and your first idea's to FLIRT WITH THE FIRST GIRL YOU SEE?!" Better grip harder, Stacy, 'cause Lina's doing her damnedest to get the motions right for a fireball. "Source of all power, light which burns beyond crimson...!"
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|| You will handle personal conflicts in a non-violent manner, or I will be forced to give you a Violation. Please behave like a civilized being. ||
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She rubbed her head as she looked at the other woman. Not like she'd be getting any more goo on her from it. "How'd that fire happen? It's clear you don't have gear..."
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It was clear that whatever he was, he had a pretty weird idea of what flirting might entail, too...
Maxim looked over at the redhead. In truth, he was just as curious as to where the fireballs had come from. He was betting on her being Sparky. Even if she didn't smell particularly so.
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Shepard gets a puzzled look. "It's magic. You been livin' under a rock or something?"
Maxim, however, just gets a glare. If Lina could shoot eye lasers right now, she totally would.