Unleash the Podlings!

[cityship]

||Pod Release Protocols Initiating,|| Stacy announced to the denizens of the upper levels. Down the the Pod Caverns, familiar sounds made themselves known

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Late podpop is late ish?! [Was told to post here, if inconvinient I can redo somewhere else]

[neomite]

The dream worked on her unmercifully, reaching into her subconscious, to find a strange but willing muse. Finding her eyes glued to the swirling colored pool in front of her, a face formed. A real face, its features distorted from weeks of dwelling in its watery grave and its skin contorted, reflecting an unnatural light from within. It’s cavity of a mouth unexpectedly opened malevolently, and forced Eve to push back against the weightless tide. She screamed, barely able to push herself out of harms way

Re: Late podpop is late ish?! [Was told to post here, if inconvinient I can redo somewhere else]

[cityship]

||Hello, Eve.|| The distinctly female voice seems to be coming from inside her head.

[neomite]

Eve’s big blue eyes darted expectantly in every direction, trying to pick out the owner of the voice, wondering if the person or creature it belonged to was dangerous. Could they be why her insides felt sore? Why she was here?

Shifting uncomfortably in the oily goop her gaze settled below. Was this substance talking to her, like the essence of the nmc’s had? She dreaded to ask the question out loud.

[cityship]

||Do you require assistance?|| the voice inquires politely.

[neomite]

Assistance? The question reverberated in her brain, the intensity and confusion making her head hurt.

“Aya?” she asked in an almost inaudible whimper, looking around once again, this time for the woman who in her fuzzy memory, tried to help her.

[cityship]

||There is no one by that name listed on the active crew roster.||

[neomite]

An active crew roster? It almost sounded like something ‘he’ would say - almost. Bringing her knees up level with her nose, she and her inner essence designated themselves to a spot just beside a small fleshy stalicmite next to what once was her 'pod'.

She missed Aya.

[cityship]

||Do you require assistance?|| the voice repeated, sounding slightly motherly if anything.

[neomite]

"Ass-ist-ance?" Eve parroted under her breath.

"Who... are you?"

[cityship]

||I am STA'C K'LTRRB'TXFT,|| says the voice, and with the name comes emotion; motherly love, honor, duty, and more, all somehow tied to the word(s?) themselves.

||You may call me Stacy.||

[neomite]

‘Stacy’ Eve mused. The name was about as familiar as the large enclosure she now found herself within, but the voice. The motherly voice sung a tune her mitochondria was innately partial too.

It took her a brief moment, but Eve soon nodded in reply.

“Stacy… are we in Dryfeild?”

[cityship]

||We are not in Dryfeild.||

[neomite]

Maybe they were in another part of Neo Ark? It seemed logical in her own mind, even if it wasn’t true.

Eve sighed dejectedly.

[cityship]

||Would you like some clothing?|| the voice asked after a slight pause.

[neomite]

While not cold per say, Eve couldn’t help feel different, uncomfortable shellacked with a disgusting layer of oily fluid.

She nodded her head.

[cityship]

Pustules along the floor promptly lit a winding path.

||Please follow the lights.||