It never ends, does it...

[cityship]

||Pod Release Protocols Initating|| Stacy's familiar voice sounded out to all the podmates.

In the Pod Caverns, there were the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.

There was condensation and mist spraying out from cracks in the pods, as the people inside slid out onto the floors, covered in slime.

Pop. Poppop.

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[halfgoddess]

The day's been long, and Cassie realizes, very quickly, with a great weariness, it's about to get longer.

She sits in the puddle of slime, shaking. An instant before she was somewhere else entirely; that place was the last place she wanted to be, yet at the same time, finding herself elsewhere, she just wants to go back to where Kon's body was. All of her emotions are balled in a knot, in her throat, and she can't even manage words to voice her surprise. Not yet.

Cassie is heartbroken, and feeling so utterly lost, but in a situation like this, she knows she has to pull herself together. She closes her eyes, wiping a film of slime off her face with the juncture of her thumb, and swallows her breath, picking herself up off the floor.

She isn't sure of what to do next.

[old_country_doc]

About two pods down, a different kind of person entirely slides out onto the floor.

It was three days before he was set to ship out on whatever damn fool new craft the Federation had planned. That whole mess with the whales took another five years off of McCoy's life, and he still was getting ready to gallop across the cosmos again. He was getting too old for this...but as long as he had his crewmates and his friends with him, he had to go along just to make sure they didn't get into too much trouble.

But now...one moment he was going to sleep in his temporary quarters in San Francisco...the next he's on a floor covered in slime.

He's not a happy camper.

"Can someone tell me what the hell's going on?"

[halfgoddess]

Cassie, glancing around her surroundings, is not happy to see other people, even in a strange place. Not when she's naked, and not when she just wants to find out where she is and get back to where she's supposed to be. She looks away.

But he's talking, and she realizes he might be directing it at her, even if her back is to him.

She works the knot out of her throat, and she blinks rapidly to dispel tears. She's a big girl and she can't be scared right now. Cassie just keeps her back to him, folding her arms uncomfortably. For the second time in twenty-four hours, her bangs are plastered to her forehead, and this time it's because of the slime, not sweat.

"I don't know," she manages.

[cityship]

||You have just awoken from Podsleep|| says a voice in their heads, calm and implacable. To McCoy, the voice may be unfamiliar, but the tone is, at least.

[halfgoddess]

Cassie sets her mouth in a firm line. The voice in her head means nothing to her, and she just swallows it.

"Podsleep?"

[mapquest_titan]

Waking up naked on a spaceship wasn't exactly something that was new for Cale. Waking up naked and covered in slime on a spaceship that looked like the interior of someone's pancreas, however, was.

He lay on his stomach, his cheek resting against the pulsing floor for a few moments before finally pushing himself up onto his hands and knees. He coughed out a huge wad of goo that had apparently gotten into his mouth while he had been sleeping.

"Ugh," he groaned, brushing some of the gunk from his eyes and wiping it on the floor. "I'm naked. Again. Why am I naked...again."

[ravaged_rose]

Rose Wilson is used to living seconds ahead of the world, to the feeling of duality in her day to day existence. It's like sitting in a train car and looking out two windows at the same time, seeing tree, cow, telephone pole slide by in one frame and knowing that each will appear in the next in a moment or two. It is a constant of anticipation.

However when the first window shifts suddenly into some muted green vision of terror where previously there was a standard suburban scene...?

She has just long enough to stop mid-jog and say 'what the HELL?' out loud before she's dumped to the floor in a slick of wet mucus.

"What the HELLAnd that time her voice echoes

[cityship]

||You are in the pod caverns,|| a calm, monotone, feminine voice says in her head.

||Scanners indicate that you are in distress, Rose Wilson. Do you desire a mild sedative?|| the voice asked just as a long arm--with a rather large needle attached to it--descended from the ceiling and stopped a few feet away from Rose.

[ravaged_rose]

Rose slams herself back against the breached pod as soon as she catches sight of the needle, plastering herself against the damp wall, hating how her footing slips in the wetness. Her heart pounds in her ears, adrenaline starting to ratchet up along with her panic.

"HELL NO I DON'T WANT A SEDATIVE!" Drugged is the last thing she wants to stack onto the naked-in-a-strange-place-and-covered-in-slime plate.

"What the hell are pod caverns?" She looks around hoping to find the source of whatever is talking in her head. "How did I get here?"

[cityship]

The needle retracts and disappears again.

||This is a pod-cavern,|| the voice replies. So helpful is she.

||You were Chosen.||

[literaryloser]

Fitz isn't really a stranger to this 'Alien ship' thing. Nor is he a stranger to this 'captured' thing. Or, surprisingly, the 'naked' thing. Fitz...had led a fairly interesting life.

Thus, Fitz spent his first few moments on Stacy sprawled on the floor.

"...Doctooor?" Don't worry, he'll get moving eventually.