Jaime Reyes voice sounds over the comm-rings--all of them--and it sounds very urgent.

« Everyone on the ship, listen up! This is Jaime Reyes, your local 'Blowing this pop stand' coordinator and escape facilitation engineer. I need everyone on the ship to come to the City, in front of the Precinct, immediately. Grab people who don't have their comm rings with them--and tell them to grab their comm rings, people who are sleeping, whoever you find, and try to make sure everyone on the ship knows to come. This is very important. This is "getting the heck out of here" important. »

When they arrive, they arrive to find the Command Staff waiting, and a tiny, tiny young man standing on stone ledge from a fountain, waiting for them.

Here goes nothing.

Terry didn't really understand how he had wound up running around weird mazes in his own head while being watched by an AI. But he was out of it now. And he was done with moping around in a fake Bat-cave. He'd been hiding and feeling sorry for himself since the yeerks. After running around in GLaDOS's mazes, though, he'd realized that he need to just get over himself.

So he was training. The Sensorium had created a Gotham street. His Gotham. And he was doing what he normally did on an average night - cleaning up the streets. He was currently hunting a group of Jokerz, but in without the Batsuit. He needed the practice of tracking and fighting without his suit. It was becoming to much like a crush.

He wouldn't mind some company. He needed some practice working with teams, too.

Ryuunosuke shivered as the water beat down on him.  He'd configured the sensorium to arrange a waterfall for him to sit under, in a meditative stance. This whole place was ridiculous. No sentai to protect it? No Lord and comrade? No Gedoushuu? (No, that's just crazy talk. Evil is everywhere. It must just be hiding.) He felt unhinged.

He wasn't a leader by any stretch of the imagination. He could take charge when Takeru was missing, but that was a matter of duty. Totally cut off like this, he was completely disoriented.

And there was that horrid crow. Talking like that in front of an innocent child.

He sighed and looked up, then started sputtering and fell over as water poured down his throat.

Another day, another podpop. The crew and command crew has gathered on Obs Deck to greet the newbs, but right now the atmosphere is tense. People are taking turns on rotations to alternately hunt for Sam--who'd been kept in prison during the trial to present his assassinating the Yeerk-- and guard said parasite so it can have a fair trial. The Jury is in recess, for the moment, but will be deciding the Yeerk's fate very soon. A bunch of new people thrown into the mix is tremendous complication.

Meanwhile, the newbies are waking up to a strange, new world, one unlike anything they may have ever seen before. In the Obs Deck, the light of stars--and parallel universes--streaks past in a sleek, transcendent sheet of multi-colored lights in the large, eye-like windows. (They're inside the eyes, looking out, it seems). The statue in the center of the room, going up the domed ceiling is intimidating--and seems to be looking at them.

The tension is palpable, though a few individuals are trying to cut through it with friendliness for the benefit of the scared and bewildered new people now waking up from their gooey slumber.

[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... )