Podpop!

[cityship]

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[nevergetscredit]

Merlin woke disoriented, not knowing - where were his clothes?! - anything about where he was or what was happening. How had he gotten here? He wasn't supposed to be here, wherever it was - he needed to be back home, at Camelot!

||You are here.||

Merlin spun around wildly at the voice. He looked wildly into the strange chamber, feeling somehow even more exposed even though there were others like him, stumbling blindly. "That doesn't tell me anything!" he yelled at the voice, still unable to place where it was coming from.

||You have been Chosen to accomplish a Great Purpose. You have been Chosen to help fight the Ohm, a race of insectoid beings that are the destroyers of worlds.||

"Chosen?! But I already have a purpose!" Merlin kept looking around anxiously. Was the Lady that was speaking invisible somewhere, watching them? Or was she using magic to speak from afar? And she said he'd been chosen - he'd already had one destiny thrust upon him. He didn't need another one. "I need to get back home."

||You have been Chosen as champions of life, as protectors of the worlds and peoples that are left. The others are waiting for you. They will explain everything.||

"But I have to protect...Look, the Great Dragon, he's going to destroy everything. The castle is burning. They're all going to die and I...I need to do something. Just...let me go back. Please."

But the Lady ignored him, and he had no choice but to stumble on with the others.

[makeherblue]

Eventually he'll come into view of another figure about to make an up close and extremely personal encounter with the cleaning tentacles

The Doctor blocks the way to the closest set of them, his back to Merlin as he studies the vines. Are they part of the ship? Part of the crew? He's already tried talking to them but they don't seem to be responding back, so part of the ship seems much more likely. The Doctor strokes his chin, staring at the tentacles. The tentacles quiver back at him invitingly. Almost friendly, he'd say. They most certainly have that look like they just want to do their job and get him out of the way, especially with so many people coming out of those pods.

He can't say he agrees with all this stuff from Stacy about destiny or being "Chosen" (whatever that is supposed to mean). Strangely enough these "Ohm" don't register for him either. A race he's never heard of. It happens. Not often these days, but it happens. He'd very much like to get a better look at this ship, not to mention the Ohm. But those cleaning tentacles are blocking the way and sooner or later he's going to have to let them do their job.

"Not very talkative, are they?" the Doctor suddenly turns to someone just as fresh out of the pods as he is. It's as if he's picking up a conversation they never had. The Doctor scratches at some of the slime starting to dry on his cheek, bits of it coming off in green flakes.