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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.
--
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]
Re: Blacklight Virus Strain DX-1118
Alex's arms shifted and his hands changed back into the long sharp claws. He would match speed with speed, and keep a little surprise handy just in case.
Re: Blacklight Virus Strain DX-1118
She kept her distance, the crysknife's blows lashing out at the strange protean man's extremities. She wanted to know if she could chip away at him somehow. That spurt of life-essence earlier showed he could be hurt, at least. But where?
Re: Blacklight Virus Strain DX-1118
Alex did not have Sheeana's grace, but he did have brute power. Alex jumped back, launching himself several feet into the air, almost touching the ceiling. As he descended, Alex raised one clawed arm. Just as he hit the floor, he pierced it with his claws. Underneath the clear floor could be seen many tentacles with sharp points emerging from his claws. once they were close enough to Sheeana, the tentacles shot up out of the floor as a mass of spikes. Spikes that could pierce tank armor.
Alex was holding back though. If he was going to consume Sheeana, he could not afford to kill her. He needed to weaken her.
Re: Blacklight Virus Strain DX-1118
When the man landed there was a rumble and spikes shot through the ground, making the whole area a deadly forest.
Sheeana thanked the worms she'd grown up with for teaching her an almost animal sensitivity to vibration. She dodged back, but one sliced up, leaving an angry red slash on the inside of her forearm. Fremen ancestry meant she bled only for a moment before swift coagulation. He wasn't the only one with adaptions.
She threw herself sideways (more spikes came fractions of a second behind her, the closeness leaving her back criss-crossed with more red marks) into a desperate roll. "Hold." This was Voice, a potent tool. Bene Gesserit trained years in this skill, using sophisticated subharmonics to compel swift obedience in the listener. The reciever felt conscious control wink out momentarily, a frying of everything that let them hold on to themselves.
If this worked...
Re: Blacklight Virus Strain DX-1118
Gritting his teeth, Alex managed to force one of his shapeshifting abilities to work. Hard, chitinous armored plates grew from and covered his entire body, creating a defensive shell that would not break like his shield. This did not make him invincible though. Alex desperately tried to regain control of movement, before Sheeana could take advantage of his vulnerability.