Entry tags:
- !!stacy,
- !location: pod caverns,
- !plot: pod release,
- adam park,
- albert heinrich/004,
- alex mercer,
- allison young,
- andros,
- angela,
- billy kaplan,
- caden holloway,
- carol danvers,
- ender,
- gauron,
- gavroche,
- hellcat,
- hellion,
- hunter blackthorne,
- john connor,
- katara,
- kazuki makabe,
- luke skywalker,
- luna lovegood,
- nana,
- owen mercer,
- roxie schreiber,
- sherry birkin,
- sokka,
- son of satan,
- steve burnside,
- waspinator
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.
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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]
||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:
[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]
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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...
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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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"I, um..." he sort of mumbles, vaguely looking in Luke's direction, "...Thanks."
There's a short pause as he looks vaguely thoughtful.
"Would you, uh...would you mind helping me? I can't...really see..."
He looks a little ashamed to be inconveniencing Luke like that, but it's something that needs asking.
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He stepped forward, slowly so that Kazuki could keep up and get used to their pace. "I'm Luke Skywalker. Nice to meet you."
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"Sorry, the assimilation phenomenon's never been this bad before. I think the last battle I was in put too much strain on my body."
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"It's nothing you need to worry about getting. I only have it because I was genetically modified to pilot Nothung model Fafners, which have a tendency of...changing their pilots."
He tried to keep the explanation simple, since he's never really been all that talkative.
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"Yeah. I started piloting Fafners about a year ago when the Festum attacked my home."
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Kazuki's world doesn't have anything in the way of aerospace fighters, considering that all the defense satellites that the Festum took over shoot down anything that gets past the atmosphere.
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"Space fighters," he said. "X-wings, mostly."
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Even though the Fafners have some flight capability, he's never even really known what it's like to really fly even in atmosphere, let alone space.
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"We did recently figure out a way to co-exist with them right before I got taken here. I don't know how that turned out, though.
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(ooc: sorry for the delay, was doing work around the house the past couple of days)
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