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cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92009-07-31 11:18 pm

Introducing a Little Anarchy

[ooc: Newbie Helpers List | Instructions: Post your character with one post establishing them as being podpopped. 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.

Glowing phosphorescenet 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.||


[ooc: make sure you edit the entry tags to reflect that your character has popped. normally mods would do it, but we have 34 characters popping and that's just, yeah, a little much]

[identity profile] toariversodeep.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
Roxie stumbles from the pod, and as Stacy speaks to her, the small girl's eyes roll back into her head and she nearly faints.

And then she takes a stumbling, unseeing step forward, and another, and the trance is broken, and her face twists from confusion into a flat, unhappy rigidity.

A hand goes up to grasp at her neck and finds nothing, and she trembles.

All undressed and nowhere to go.

[identity profile] kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
The shock hit Katara all at once and she murmured a silent scream. She felt at first like she couldn’t breathe, and the next minute everything became unfamiliar. Light hit her eyes and she had the sensation of swimming upstream and colliding against a surface. Zuko would have told her exactly how that felt: he did something similar when looking for Aang in the Northern Water Tribe territory. But Zuko wasn’t here right now and all Katara had for a frame of reference was the present fact that she needed to break free.

“LET ME OUT!!” The yell was muffled but coupled with her frustration ad drive it did the trick. She broke through and fell onto the floor gasping. She was covered in some sort of viscous fluid, and try as she might she couldn’t get it off the easy way with its apparent lack of water. She settled for wiping it off frantically, and when it was off she was even further disturbed to see she had no clothes. What kind of place was this anyway?! Of course, that was nothing compared to the next frightening sensation: the ground beneath her seemed to be pulsating as if it were alive. She yelped and jumped up, eyes wide.

And there was so much to see. It was almost as if she were back in the crystal caves of Ba Sing Se, but it was only a fraction similar compared to what she saw now. The machinery far rivaled anything the Fire Nation could have possibly created, because, honestly, everything seemed more menacing, alive. Alien was the first word that came to mind. Besides, they shouldn’t have to fear of the Fire Nation anymore: hadn’t Zuko become the New Firelord, ushering in a new era of peace and understanding? This had nothing to do with the Firenation: in fact, Katara doubted this place had anything to do with her world at all.

"Where am I?" She said aloud. To her further shock, she was answered.

||You are here.||

And the name came to her mind: Stacy. Stay-see. It sounded foreign, much like everything else in this place. The voice in her mind was even more disturbing, but she felt the warmth and emotion there too. Katara could only hope that was shown to people plopped here not of their own free will. She decided it would make more sense to keep walking, find out where she was, and there were lights all too pleased to lead her to a spiraling walkway. She would have been overcome with wonder at it all if she weren’t so frightened. Suddenly she was seized by vines and for a moment Katara breathed a sigh of relief. The swamp benders! They were playing some kind of joke on her: cruel, but still a little funny considering them. Of course, that hope went away as quickly as it entered her mind: they had no kind of technology equal to this, and they wouldn’t have taken her clothing.

The other pods in the distance were a clear indication of how NOT a joke this was: and the suit drive in the point. Now she found herself completely clean, even her hair, formerly gunkified with the alien liquid. She was happy to be on her feet again and further bothered to find no trace of water to be found. The tunnels went further down this place, and she looked at them in despair. This was a nightmare.

||You have been Chosen to accomplish a Great Purpose.||

That was something Katara could have gone without hearing. She was a great waterbender, but how could she make do in a place like this? She didn’t even know this place, or why anyone would take her, or how they’d even been able to do it in the first place! And hadn’t they already accomplished a great purpose, saving the world from Sozin’s comet? If only Aang…

Wait. It all became clear. If she were here, the Avatar had to be! There was no doubt if they brought her here, they brought him too, or at least he’d try to find her. And right now, more than ever, she wanted to see him. She cared about Toph, Zuko and of course her brother, but after all they’d been through, she desperately needed to see him.

She ran now, caring less about the moving floor or the strange place. No, she NEEDED to be with him again.

"AANG!" She called out desperately. "AANG!"

Sibling reunion, go!

[identity profile] theregularguy.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
Sokka had been, to say the least, shocked and dismayed by the sudden and abrupt awakening he received. Being chucked out of a gross pod-thingy covered in alien goop had not been on his 'to-do' list this morning and besides that? It was really, really gross. He had stumbled around, disoriented until a soothing, female voice had directed him in a certain direction. And without warning he had found himself dry, clean, and wearing the creepiest piece of clothing he had ever laid eyes on.

After that he had simply wandered off to slump against one (breathing?) wall to ponder his situation and hopefully plan a way out. He was alone, in a strange place (made of meat) without Katara, Aang, Toph, Zuko, or anyone else. Even the ever faithful boomerang was nowhere to be found. His reverie was broken by a familiar voice, calling a familiar name. He sprang to his feet. His little sister was here, and probably even more alone and scared then he was! He broke into a run, trying to find his way to her.

"KATARA!"

[identity profile] restoresbalance.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
It was an odd sensation; one moment, there was the Force signature of a bustling city-planet, the trillion beings of Coruscant going about their lives, cleaning up after the war--and then there was something different. And he was slimy, and chilled to the bone, and there was a female voice introducing herself telepathically.

He looked up, seeing others in the same situation--all naked, all covered in anonymous goo, all looking as bemused as he felt, radiating it in the Force. At least he wasn't alone.

The floor beneath his feet felt odd, squishy, and as he stretched his awareness out, covering himself as he walked up toward the top, following the lights, Luke realized that he felt the same presence as the one who had spoken in his mind, that it was a ship, a living ship that had introduced herself to him. He wasn't afraid; she had been so welcoming, and he could feel her Force signature to be kind and caring, if stern and very driven to her purpose.

It was a bit unnerving, to think that this ship was alive (the only other ships he'd encountered that were living were the ones the Yuuzhan Vong had grown, their warships and coralskippers that employed dovin basals to suck laser fire into miniature black holes), but as Luke continued upward, continued to search with senses other than the ones of sight, sound, and touch, he felt more reassured.

But as he climbed upward, continuing to stretch his Force-awareness, Luke realized he couldn't sense anyone he knew--not Leia, not any of the Masters. Not Ben. While they might have been locking their Force signatures down out of caution, Luke knew they'd want to open up to see if everyone was all right after arriving here, wherever here was.

That gave him pause; even if he'd been kidnapped aboard a ship like what had happened aboard the Eye of Palpatine, he'd have been able to sense them. After what had happened with Jacen, Luke doubted that they'd lock their signatures down without good reason.

A sense of calm rippled over him from the Force; things would become clear in time, it said to him, and he should be watchful but not fear for his friends and family. They would be able to take care of themselves, if they were here. Mindful of the Force, Luke continued upward. Whatever it was, it seemed from Stacy's words that he was needed here. A Jedi couldn't shirk from a plea for help, even if it came from a ship.
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[personal profile] telekinetic_badass 2009-08-01 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
There was a loud thud and a clank as Julian hit the ground. He was beyond dazed and confused.

He was also cuffed and shackled, with an inhibitor collar latched onto his neck, but otherwise naked.

The material had been specially treated so that it wouldn't be separated from the prisoner while they were being transferred to 42. Which, through the haze in his mind, Julian assumed it had to be.

Welcome to hell, Mr. Keller.

[identity profile] toariversodeep.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
Roxie pushes Julian lightly with a foot, still covered in the slime herself. Nudge, nudge.

Her face is pretty blank, though there's a little hint of concern around the edges of her eyes.

[identity profile] in-venting.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
She was gooey and gross, and didn't have a clue where she was. Except, she was on Stacy, and Stacy seemed to be talking in her head. She had a feeling similar to what it was like when she was little, and her mom would tell her goodnight, or when her father praise her for doing well on a test. The alien goo was disgusting, however, and Sherry shivered as she stepped away from the gooey-pod-thing.

She missed her parents. "Stacy" was not helping that at all. The thing pulsing under her feet was strange and scary, but, after a second she seemed to understand, and followed the lights, up and up.

The tentacles, however, were met with a scream, as her brain finally finished putting together just what she was in. Sherry kicked and struggled, but the tentacles seemed intent on their work, clothing and cleaning the little girl before letting her go. Sherry sat on the floor for a minute, stunned and sniffling. Great purpose or no, she wanted her mom.

Or Claire. Or anybody (provided that 'anybody' wasn't the shambling undead). But, self-preservation won out against sitting in the tentacle room and crying, so Sherry followed the lights, quietly sniffling and rubbing at her eyes.
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[personal profile] craaazyisland 2009-08-01 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
Steve opened one eye and took in his surroundings-- the fleshy environment, the nasty smell, the feeling of slime all over his body-- and only one thought crossed his mind.

Dying fucking sucks.

He felt a little too lively to be dead, though, and once he sat up and got his bearings, he figured he wasn't. He had a pulse. The floor had a pulse too. What the hell was going on?

He sat there cluelessly on the floor, watching the people around him slowly getting up and around, and he came to the very reasonable conclusion that he was in a bad sci fi or horror movie of some kind. This, depressingly, was not a new situation for him.

Steve wiped his hair out of his eyes and got to his feet, shuffling off after the others and not quite sure how he felt about all of this. One thing was certain, though. He was going to be having nightmares for the rest of his life.

[identity profile] zu-sein.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
The last think he remembers was coming home.

Soushi was dead, but otherwise, everything had been resolved, and things had been looking up.

Now, though...

He was alone. Naked. Covered in goo. In a place he didn't know. And thanks to the advanced assimilation phenomenon in his body, he was practically blind.

The creepy voice didn't help either.

Unable to think of a way out of the situation, Kazuki just quietly follows what the voice says, letting it lead him along with a tentacle as he stumbled sightlessly through the pod caverns.

He could only hope things would get better eventually...

[identity profile] restoresbalance.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
As he passed by others who had also recently left the pod-things, Luke felt more intense ripples of emotion from them. Confusion, annoyance, anger sometimes. Some, he knew he didn't have to be concerned with--they could take care of themselves. But he paused as he passed one young man, and backed up to put a hand on his shoulder.

He could feel, through the Force, that this one needed a little more help.

"Hey," he said bracingly. "It'll be okay, I think. Stacy--the ship--she feels very friendly."

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[identity profile] deadpan-shifter.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
A shiver rolls down his spine as Caden sits up, a groan slipping between his lips. There is goo in his eyes, and he doesn't seem to be wearing his glasses, and the floor is all wibbly, and he is not. happy. Then again, Caden is never happy. One could justify this by pointing out his... well, emo-ness.

"What the hell?" he sputters, trying very hard to see despite his lack-of-visual-aid, and he jumps when the seemingly-disembodied voice answers him, saying something that he doesn't quite catch about some chick named Stacy and a Great Purpose. He vaguely senses the capital letters and gets a rather sickening feeling reminiscent of when he read the final Book of Nineteen Eighty-Four.

"... Okay..."

He reluctantly heaves himself to his feet, shuddering at feeling his own nakedness for a moment before grumbling loudly and turning into a small black cat. At least he'll be less... well, naked this way. A loud meow reverberates off the walls, and a seriously pissed-looking cat walks towards the Lockers and ends up getting doused with water, which just makes it more upset, and the entire thing degenerates into a round of yowling until Caden gets himself sorted out and clothed.

[identity profile] isee-snorkacks.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
Anyone paying attention to anyone would be rather surprised to see a very naked, very gooey blonde girl staring down the hall of the Pod Caverns, for unlike the other gooey naked people running around, she is quite stationary, and does not look in any way upset.

On the contrary, she looks... intrigued.

Her voice is soft and dreamy as she asks vaguely where she is, and is answered with a rush of warm motherliness that brings a smile to her face. "Oh, hello," she replies, blinking and looking around. "Who are you? Are you a Wrackspurt?" The voice sounds a little confused, but does not bother asking what a Wrackspurt is. Probably a good idea.

"I'm Luna Lovegood," she says, starting to walk slowly and easily upon being supplied with Stacy's name (it's Stacy, if you were wondering). The ship, as she has identified herself, responds that she already knows this, and directs Luna towards showers and clothes.

Her feet pad softly in the general direction of non-nakedness, though she pauses frequently to study the pods, the floor, the walls, etc. It takes a while, but she eventually reaches her destination and goes through the process with a look of mild fascination fixed on her face.

[identity profile] gotsomebite.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
Gavroche... isn't amused. He's not amused in the slightest. The battle was to be tomorrow! He was to help the M'sieurs! M'sieur Enjolras needed him! Not this Stacy!

If one of the other gamins on the street had stolen his clothes, he wouldn't be so nice next time... Unless they needed it.
Non.

He needed his clothes! He didn't need a new purpose! They were to free Patria!

"Quoi? Anyone? Help?"

[identity profile] toariversodeep.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm going to guess you don't know what's going on either," Roxie says as she passes by, following the lights. Either she's not bothered by the nakedness, or she's doing her best to just block it out altogether.

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[identity profile] fast-thrower.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Oof!" Owen lets out a grunt as he hits the deck. He's back on his feet rather quickly though, immediately ending up smacking a hand against his thigh where a boomerang should be, but isn't.

"Hm. Naked again." He grunts to himself. At least the last time he was captured and naked he wasn't covered in slime. Of course, he'd been getting tortured by a giant egg-thing, so that wasn't exactly a grand old time either.

"Bats? This one a' your stupid tests? I already thought I made it clear, I QUIT. Run your show without me."

No answer.

He grunted and shook his head, then the rest of his body, trying to get the excess slime off of him. "Fine... whatever." The M.O. of this place didn't fit with any of the Rogues, so at least he wasn't in their clutches. That would be... well, awkward.

He starts looking around for any other signs of life, besides the voice in head, which could just as easily be from something Bats slipped him before he and Nightwing went on the assignment.

[identity profile] theregularguy.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
Sokka is worried. This is probably the worse thing that has ever happened to him short of getting a broken leg and losing boomerang AND his space-sword in the same day. He's huddled, naked and gooey, on the floor of a creepy living room.

Why does this always happen to him?

[identity profile] space-ripper.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
Dio was only annoyed in the fact he was no longer where he should have been. He didn't care about the when or really even the why, just the when of when he'd get back to the task at hand. The fact he naked and slimy didn't bother him either. In fact, whenever he found his clothes, he would just wear the bare minimum. of his pants and shoes.

He didn't even speak when the computer introduced herself...He was more focused on getting clean and figuring out the best course of how to get back to Egypt. He wasn't too displeased with the bodysuit given to him...He snorted to himself and moved on when that thought was given. A great purpose, indeed...

[identity profile] patsy-walker.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
The last thing Patsy Walker remembered was being on Titan with Moondragon, training under the beautiful, bald-headed telepath, learning how to better herself so that she really, honestly deserved to be an Avenger.

And then there was that bright flash of white light, and now...

"EEK!" Bright blue eyes widened with terror as a particularly high-pitched, girlish scream erupted from the lips of the newly minted superheroine. She was covered in...goop...and she was naked. Like...NAKED naked. Except for the goop, but that sooo didn't count as clothing. Patsy tried to stand up, but she slipped and fell instead. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEK!"

She scrambled to her knees, trying her best to cover all her private bits. "EEEEEEEEEEK!"

Okay, Patsy. Stop. Breathe. Think. The redhead took in deep, ragged breaths as she looked furtively around. "M-moondr-dragon?" she asked. Not hearing an answer, Patsy closed her eyes and tried reaching out with her mind...but Moondragon was either nowhere near her, or she was playing a very powerful telepathic joke on her. Or...maybe this is part of my training? Patsy struggled to her feet, still trying to keep all the important bits covered up. "Wh-where am I?"

||You are here.||

Patsy blinked. Moondragon? Is that you?

|| No.|| And, suddenly, Patsy felt a rush of love and motherly affection and warmth and - Does all this come with a basket of homemade muffins and cocoa? She follows the lights leading to the spiraling walkway as the voice in her head - the voice that is decidedly not Moondragon's - tells her her name "What's going on?" she asked, getting used to having the weird voice in her head. It wasn't so different from having Moondragon speaking to her telepathically.

As the vines reached down to cleanse and clothe Patsy, the voice, Stacy, spoke in her head again.

||You have been Chosen to accomplish a Great Purpose.||

"I...wait. Me?" A smile burst across Patsy's pretty features. "Ohmygosh! That's so aweso - - uh, I think my outfit's alive."

[identity profile] blownup-wasp.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
Waspinator wasn't amused. Not in the slightest. He'd just been left on Prehistoric Earth to fend for himself and prior to that got blown to pieces by 'ant-bot and 'two-head'. So he's having a bad day.

"Waspinator wants to know where Waspinator is! Where is Waspinator's weapons?"

[identity profile] bored-admiral.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
Letopanyu Beneej Spoor, Rear Admiral, Commander of the 1st Fleet, and Grand Duchess of Letopanyu, clambered to her feet and she did so with dignity. She was naked and covered in slime, but she was still going to be dignified about the whole affair. She also had slime in her hair, but she would worry about that later. For now, she was going to find out exactly where she was and who was holding her captive. Back straight, shoulders squared, she glared into the large, empty chamber, voice carrying the snap of one used to being obeyed, “Show yourselves! I am a officer of the Space Forces of Humankind Empire og Abh and I will not be cowed by such…” she paused, wiping a globule of slime off of her cheek, “…disgusting tactics. I will not be humiliated.”

She folded her arms across her chest. She could wait.

Oh, right.

“Some clothes would be nice as well,” she added with an indignant snort.

Blacklight Virus Strain DX-1118

[identity profile] zeus-is-loose.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
Mist sprays from one of the pods, and out of it slides...something. An indistinguishable mass of red and black organic matter, almost resembling the machinery of the ship, only without structure. The slime that was dripping onto the floor was slowly being absorbed into this biomass, like a sponge. The flesh twitched, pulsed, and began to shift. It condensed itself, took a humanoid shape, and finally changed it's outer layer into a man wearing a grey hood and black leather jacket.

This was Alex Mercer. His mind felt scrambled, like a pile of puzzle pieces. He took in his surroundings; the dark and the soft green light, the humidity, the smell, the several naked people also slipping out of the pods that filled the cavern. And he could feel the biomass that made up this whole place, a biomass not unlike himself. Alex didn't understand any of it. The last thing he could remember was cleaning up the rest of the infection in New York City. Deep in his mind, another memory stirred, one he had forgotten, the memory of his creation, before his release, before his sentience...

But now was not the time for reflection. Alex began to get his senses back, and he. was. pissed. Alex stood up straight, his eyes darting left and right, trying to figure out just what was going on.

"Where am I!?" Alex shouts. He grips his head as he suddenly feels the voice in his head, similar to the times he's absorbed people's memories, only much less violent and much clearer.

||You are here.||

Alex frantically tries to find the source of the voice, but she is no where to be seen. He clenches his fists and stares into the darkness.

"Where?! Just who the hell are you?!"

||STA'C K'LTRRB'TXFT, but please call me Stacy.|| For a moment, Alex is perplexed, until he feels the rush of warm feelings entering his brain. Love. Alex grips his head and gasps. He knew of this feeling. He knew from the small bits of memories he had taken. Taken from those he had consumed. Those he had killed. This was different. This wasn't just a memory, this was the real thing. A feeling he had only ever felt once, for his sister.

Alex shouts angrily at Stacy. "What is this!? What do you want from me?!"

||You have been Chosen to accomplish a Great Purpose.||

Alex's quickly building rage finally reached it's peak.

"GO TO HELL!" Alex threw his arms to both sides, and his hands morphed into large sharp claws. He grabbed his empty pod with both hands, and with great effort, ripped most of it off and chucked it into the darkness. A pointless effort. He could not fight this Stacy, and he doubted that these other people had any part in his abduction. With no other option, Alex ran, following the only light he could see, up a long spiraling walkway. He gained speed, ripping up bits of the floor where he stepped.

Alex skid to a halt when he reached the room at the top. Vines descend on him ensnaring him, but Alex fights back, slashing at the vines with his claws and managing to free himself. He runs again, and this time to another large cavern, with a clear floor, and no clear exit. Alex yells as his arms change again, increasing in mass a hundred fold, and he slams them into the floor.

"LET ME GO!"

Re: Blacklight Virus Strain DX-1118

[identity profile] restoresbalance.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
Luke, his plantsuit throbbing uncomfortably against his body and lightsaber in one hand, belt in the other, had been about to put them on and go find some answers about this place and where he was and how he could return when it hit him--the Force fairly screamed with it. Anger, and pain, terrible pain, and great fear. And in the next moment, a being (not entirely human, the Force whispered to him) tore out of the chamber he'd just left a moment ago.

His possessions still in hand, Luke jogged over to the male, seeing others starting to take notice out of his peripheral vision. Everyone here was confused, and a commotion like this could start a panic and get people hurt. He'd stop it if he could.

"Hey," he said, putting his lightsaber and the belt on the floor and advancing slowly, with his hands held in front of him to show he was unarmed. "Calm down, okay?"

[identity profile] 7minus4.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 08:03 am (UTC)(link)
It was like the time she work up on the beach. Nana pulled back the prostheses that had popped off when she hit the ground and pushed herself up, alarmed and confused, trying to figure out what had happened to her. "Papa?" she called, the first name that came to mind before she remembered and the tears came. Was she back back at the facility? In a new part, for new tests without even Papa to tell her how good she was doing? Were they going to kill her now? "I don't want this! I want to go home!"

Stacy answered her then, like feeling another Diclonius in her head, but so much kinder. The voice soothed her a little, imparting an affection Nana had always craved, but left her even more confused. What was she supposed to do? What should she do? How could she get home? Nana wiped at her eyes, smearing slime as she stumbled for the lights.

[identity profile] notastaffchick.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Hunter was trying not to panic.

His first thought, once he'd woken up completely and discovered that he was a: naked, b: covered in slime, and c: somewhere completely unfamiliar, was that Amelia must have decided to try and illusion the whole school again. That was... reassuring, until he touched the floor. It wasn't Amelia; to be honest, she wasn't good enough to make carpet feel like something alive and pulsating.

So, he didn't know where he was, he was naked, and-- there was a voice inside his head trying to be reassuring. That just made him want to panic more. Still, creepy-headvoice-lady said there'd be clothes.

[identity profile] marvelouscarol.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Carol felt reality crash back into her like a ton of bricks. Hadn't she been in Hong Kong? She remembered having to fly up into the sky to save all the innocents below, but what then. Her head hung, and her hair stuck to her face as she tried to figure things out. The voice in his head wasn't helping.

"AHHHHHH!" She lets out a frustrated scream as she pulls at her slime filled hair. She hated not remembering parts of her life, and she had obviously forgotten a very large part of it. Taking a deep breath she stood up, ignored the voice in her head, and headed out.

She didn't even care that she was naked.

[identity profile] madebymagic.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 02:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Billy fell forward out of the pod and wanted very much to freak out. He was covered in slime, and had the feeling that he's just been kidnapped by aliens. He shook his head a bit and looked around, a slight gasp coming from his lips as he heard the voice in his head.

"Stacy.. right." He stood up a bit shakily, moved closer to the wall to lean against. Just in case he fell on his face. That would be slightly embarrassing, even if there didn't seem to be anyone around to really be embarrassed in front of.

He tilted his head as he listened to the ship, at least he hoped it was the ship. He didn't like telepaths, or people messing with his head. He had nightmares about it at times, and with his powers... well having anyone in his head wasn't a good thing. But if it was the ship, he could deal with that.

He wanted his clothes back, and so he found himself moving down the hallway.

"If one of those aliens pop out of my stomach, I'm unmaking this ship." He grumbled to himself, a bit of humor hopefully would help him cope with this. But he doubted it.

[identity profile] ewiggin.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
He had been in bed-that much he remembered. Then, the bright light. He wondered if he’d died, but quickly concluded that wondering about his own death probably meant he wasn’t. Furthermore, he still had control of his body, but it was much like being frozen in the Battle room, and he couldn’t open his eyes.

Struggling to breathe, he pushed through the thick mucus around him and emerged, coughing for breath. Rubbing goop from his face and standing up straight, dripping, Ender looked up and took in his surroundings. He was surprised by how calm he felt, once the initial threat of suffocation had passed. Behind him was the chrysalis from which he’d extricated himself and it made him think of the Buggers. Perhaps this is what it was like to be born into the species he’d destroyed.

There were others around him, men and women, adults and children, and other things too, but no one he recognized, and all naked and dripping a substance the consistency of placenta. He assessed that he was clothingless as well, but that was the least of his worries at that moment. He attempted to process what was happening when the voice in his head introduced herself. Stacy. Well, he’d heard of being put in stasis(that better have not been a pun) to be transferred to distant colonies, but even with the ansible, or the mind game, it was doubtful that his commanders had anything to do with this. It felt familiar though, that sense that something external was speaking to him...

Ender stepped forward, peering up at the walls and the others. No one seemed to pay him any mind so he ascended the stairwell slowly, eyes wide, feet making a sticky splat sound on each step. When the vines descended to clean and dress him, he was glad for it, though he would have preferred a shower and a flashsuit, this would have to do.

||You have been Chosen to accomplish a Great Purpose.|| Stacy told him, and Ender felt a déjà vu. Somehow, there was always someone choosing him for some purpose or another. Though the voice was pleasant, he suddenly felt drained.

[identity profile] imma-frog.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
When his body hit the floor with a loud thud, he groaned and coughed, spitting out the slime that he was covered in. He felt like he was waking up for the very first time and the light hitting his eyes hurt when he opened them. With another groan, Adam pushed himself up.

And found out he was naked. With a yelp, he blushed heavily and covered himself, but the slime was also everywhere and he was torn in being indecently exposed so he could get the slime off or setting with looking like a scared child. He looked around and it looked like everyone was in the same boat as him. That encouraged him only slightly to just try and get the slime off for now. What was going on though? How did he get here? What was here?

Then, Stacy spoke, and explained everything. She explained everything as if his mom was the one doing this and it was mildly comforting. But still, why was Adam chosen? There was nothing special about him. Well, okay, so he was a Power Ranger, but that was only on Earth! He knew that other Planets tend to have their own Ranger team and as a whole, Rangers were well respected in the galaxy but still... there was nothing special about him. He was just the Black Ranger, the Frog. He wasn't the leader.

"Why me?" He murmured.

[identity profile] killedzordon.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Hearing a familiar voice, Andros turned. Adam. A very young Adam. How old was he? 16? 17? They had been 'Chosen' from different time period? Why not take Adam from the present? Assuming his version of time was the present. This whole situation just goes to show you Time Force was never around when you needed them. So, if Adam was 16...., that meant he thought it was.....1995 or '96?

Forcing himself to stop thinking and talk to the very young Black Ranger who had no clue who he was, Andros smiled. Or something mimicking a smile.

"I think that's something you should have asked Zordon, not Stacy." Apparently this Adam had some confidence issues. He scowled. He couldn't help it. He was naked, covered in smile and faced with a Ranger who didn't know who he was. Talk about awkward.

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[identity profile] killedzordon.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
He had been on the Megaship hadn't he? Going through some sensor logs monitoring alien activity skirting around planets they shouldn't be skirting around. And then? Andros winced in response, the world suddenly hitting his senses. The sensation was jarring to say the least. Stumbling out of the pod, neck craning from side to side, taking in his new...where was he again? Being taken out of the middle of nowhere wasn't a new situation for Andros. But it was one he'd rather not repeat often. He had a job to do.

And here he was. Completely covered in, what was that? It looked vaguely like monster goo from monster hatchlings. Or like the stuff oozing from a Barillian Bug. Monster goo. And he was covered in it. He was also rather naked. What happened to his uniform? And his ship for that matter. What was going on here?

As it turns out, the ship explained everything. He was on a ship, he was on her and her name was Stacy. Struck then with the feeling of motherly love, warmth and comfort, not unlike the feelings Andros connected with DECA. Was this different? For one thing, DECA didn't...pulsate. Did that matter? Not really.

Despite the random abduction, the alive ship telling him he'd been Chosen, the alien monster goo and the fact that he was very naked, Andros seemed to be taking this rather well. "Nice to meet you Stacy."

[identity profile] doctorine.livejournal.com 2009-08-01 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Breaking out of the pod was practically effortless for Doctor Kureha. The gunk covering her body was disgusting, but she'd dealt with worse (although she couldn't remember being immersed in worse). So, until she actually worked her way out and saw her new surroundings, she was more irritated than anything.

There was no place like this on Drum Island. She knew; she'd been literally everywhere on the island during her 139 years of life, found every subbyhole to hide in when she was on the run. This place simply did not exist.

"Chopper!" she bellowed angrily. "Where the hell are you!?"

No response. She spit a wad of the disgusting stuff out of her mouth, and started wiping it off her body. "For that matter, where the hell am I?"

And then Stacy began speaking to her.

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