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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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"Wait...are you saying that neither of you are human? The Jackal has found himself aboard some sort of living spaceship in the most delicate and unspeakable of positions in the company of those outside of his home planet of Earth?"
That couldn't possibly be correct, could it? He looked back and forth between Presea and Anwei in confusion and it slowly dawned on him that Presea had been right. The woman - alien - did seem quite calm. Almost unnervingly so, and while he supposed it could be due to her alienness, that didn't seem right somehow.
"Yes, if you could enlighten us as to why that might be, I am certain that we would be both be most appreciative to resolve that small conundrum. And...ah, if your knowledge might extend to perhaps where some garments could be procured as well..."
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How to demonstrate - well, opening her mouth probably wasn't a good idea. A display of forty razor-sharp teeth sometimes brought out the worst in people, and Presea and the Jackal might have some superpowers that they could deploy if they felt threatened. So she simply put one hand on her shoulder and wiped down, peeling off a layer of Stacy-snot.
The breast this revealed was pyramidal, with three slightly flattened sides - and decidedly nippleless. In the dim light she looked like a Barbie doll, if Barbie lifted a lot of weights.
"I actually have been on board before. People are put in these pods when they arrive, and sometimes are returned to them for safety's sake. And as for clothes," she flicked her hand back at herself, recoating her bared skin, "up the ramps should be a place where you can clean up and get clothing - possibly even some of your original clothes and possessions."
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What was interesting was the fact that Anwei had woken before. Perhaps more than once, for this to seem so usual, but then again, maybe the calmness was in her personality. Presea was glad for her foreknowledge, certainly. She really wanted a bath. And clothing would also be helpful.
"That sounds wonderful," she said gratefully. "I feel like I've fallen in a swamp. Or back out of my mother's womb," she added, tone wry. It was rather like being born again, only much larger this time. She flicked some slime from her arms.
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For once, he found he didn't have anything to say.
After a few seconds, he had recovered enough to push himself to his feet, still modestly covering a certain part of his own anatomy with his hand. "Y-yes, it is admittedly a most unnerving feeling. Perhaps the ramps, then, if the Fair but Unearthly Ones would care to proceed apace."
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"It's always rather humid here, I'm afraid. But the caverns are probably the worst of it." She pointed along the trail of lights. "To find the ramps - follow the slimy green road." She did know some Earth literature.
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"Thank you," she said, meaning it, and nodded at them both. Anwei's calm had helped her feel less panicked, and Jackal's eccentric company had at least provided some amusement. If nothing else, her anger and confusion about waking here had lessened while they spoke.
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"Thank you for your assistance. Perhaps the Jackal will see you both around once he has grown more accustomed to the environs here? It would be most comforting to have familiar and friendly faces about."
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It was very important for her to have a position and work to do.
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