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[cityship]

Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.

There was condensation and mist spraying out from cracks in oblong glowing things that were clustered along the floors and walls of the huge, ancient-looking caverns.

For now, the ones that were cracking were the closest to the floor, but perhaps later, the figures sliding out of the pods

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[notyourmudfoot]

It should have worked. It really should have. Three geniuses, including his wonderful self, working together? What could have gone wrong?

Oh, how he hated those words.

The tesseracts opening randomly through the ship were bad enough, but then...

Now he was slimy and cold and and and...

And he was back on the Worldship. The fucking Magog Worldship.

Seamus Harper woke up screaming.

[cityship]

||Do you require assistance, Seamus Zelazny Harper?||

The calm, monotonous voice seemed to be coming from everywhere, and yet nowhere at the same time.

...yeah, it probably wasn't helping matters.

[notyourmudfoot]

No, not really.

Opening his eyes, however, did. There had also been a distinct lack of calm, monotonous voices on the Worldship, disembodied or otherwise.

The scream died off with a whimper. "..What?"

[cityship]

||Your vital signs were elevated. I am inquiring if you are in need of assistance.||

[psi_flames]

He was gross. Absolutely gross.

That was the first thing that came to Jono's mind. He was gross and cold and he had a headache. The last thing he remembered was that Brent Jackson bloke coming to bring him into the Weapon X program. He got in the car and ended up...

Jono blinked his eyes a few times, reaching up to wipe slime and whatever out of his eyes. What the bloody hell?

[cityship]

||Do you require assistance, Jono Starsmore?||

Jono shouldn't be too unused to hearing voices in his head, now, should he?

[psi_flames]

Surprisingly, no. He's really not that unused to it at all.

Ones that know his name, on the other hand...

He closed his eyes for a moment, letting his head fall back to the floor.

Which went clang.

Depends. What's it gonna cost me?

[cityship]

||There is no monetary fee required for having assistance rendered.||

It seems this voice takes things rather literally.

[letrois]

Moments - or maybe months - before, Faith had been on an airplane to London, and then there was some kind of a flash, or maybe like a flash turned inside out, and now -

Now she was naked on the floor, covered in demon snot. "What in the fucking - ew!" She tried to jump to her feet, but either she had a severe case of death-vertigo, or the place was moving, or the snot was extra slimy, but she just slid back down and smashed into the floor.

"Is this hell?" she muttered, looking around wildly for Ubervamps, demons, something to figure out where in the hell she was - literally and figuratively.

[cityship]

||This is not Hell, Faith Lehane.||

Calm and monotonous, the new voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.

||Do you require any assistance?||

[letrois]

Faith scrambled to her feet, somehow managing to stay up. She instinctively reached for her stake, but it wasn't to be found. Since she was, you know, naked.

"Where am I? Who are you?" she demanded loudly. She stood completely still, listening, to try to figure out where the voice was coming from.

A bit of slime dripped off the tip of her nose, and Faith tried not to hurl.

[cityship]

||You are in The Pod Caverns.|| the voice explained soothingly. And she was -- the dim lighting didn't hide the vast number of fleshy-looking pods, much like the one Faith had just fallen out of. And there were thousands of them. Hundreds of thousands.

||My name is --|| There was a burst of telepathic warmth and kindness in Faith's head. A sense of maternal love, above everything else. ||The closet pronunciation is STA'C K'LTRRB'TXFT. But you can call me Stacy.||

[fluffinasuit]

As the Doctor slowly became aware of things he stayed very, very still and, for a person who talked so much, very, very quiet. He listened, he felt, he smelled; and when no more information could be gained that way, he leapt to his feet.

Expression hard and stance angry, the Time Lord did what he always did in unknown situations: he asked. "Right. I'm assuming you're here because they're always there. Let's make this simple. Who are you, what are you, where am I, and what exactly have you done with my TARDIS?"

[cityship]

The answer came quite promptly.

||My name is--||

A sudden burst of emotions, such as maternal love, and duty, would flood the Doctor's mind.

||The closest pronunciation possible by human or most humanoid vocal chords is STA'C K'LTRRB'TXFT, though I am also known as Stacy.||

For the second question: ||I am Stacy.||

Ever so helpful, no?

For the others: ||You are in the Pod Caverns. Your TARDIS is elsewhere.||

[fluffinasuit]

"Very informative, Stacy, thank you. Except you didn't actually tell me anything. Where elsewhere?" Above many things else - excepting violence, of course - the Doctor hated not knowing what was going on.

[cityship]

||Information classified. Is there anything else I can help you with?||

[nothawkingbird]

Skrulls... rumor had it there were skrulls in amidst the heroes. She thought Teddy had been acting a little strange of late, and then that battle.

But now she just had one question to ask.

"....What is this and why am I naked???"

[cityship]

||This is the Pod Caverns, Kate Bishop.|| a soothing, monotonous sort of voice answered. It didn't seem to come from anywhere in particular, it was more that the words had suddenly been there without being said. ||You are naked because clothing would have interfered with the life support within the pods.||

With the exception of the one that Kate had just fallen out of, the pods seemed undisturbed, content to cling fleshily to the walls, as far as the eye could see in the dim lighting of the cavern.

[nothawkingbird]

She tried to cover herself as best as she could, despite the slimy goo clinging to her skin. And whoever this voice was, they knew her name. Possibly her codename too.

"This isn't 42 is it?" Please God, not S.H.I.E.L.D.'s prison. She stumbled along, blinking as her eyes cleared more.

[cityship]

||This is not 42.|| the voice answered. Then: ||Where are you going?||