Pod Pop!
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But this was just ridiculous.
The Doctor was lying on his side, curled up about as tightly as his frame would allow, covered in the obligatory layer of slime and nothing else, unmoving, and looking quite uncomfortable despite the softness of the fleshy floor supporting him. Of course it wasn’t really the floor that was bothering him-it was this whole situation, this nasty taste in his mouth and this sudden rush of vertigo and this voice that called itself Stacy, who is ( ... )
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Axel tilted his head, pulling his finger back only to jab it into the man's back again. The redhead seemed not to care that they were both naked. Odd.
"Are you dead?" Poke. "You were talking a minute ago, so I don't think you're dead, but it's possible, after all, and the point of life is to embrace possibility!" Poke. "Hey." Poke. "Where are we?" Poke poke.
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Eyebrows lifting, he rocks back onto his heels, elbows resting on his bent knees.
"I don't remember dying, and I'm pretty sure I'd remember that. Remembered it the first time, anyway," Axel says, looking thoughtful for a minute before flopping onto his butt and tossing the thought to the winds. Not that there are any winds inside of Stacy, but hey, figures of speech don't have to be relevant. When in Rome, do as Axel does.
"Name's Axel. Got it memorized?" That grin of his is far too cheeky for his own good. If "the Doctor" was wise, he would smack the redhead now. Maybe it would damage Axel's ego. Which would be good. Kind of.
"Doctors give me the willies."
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Euphemia laid on the floor for a few long moments, trying to gather her bearings after finding herself somewhere strange, on a warm, pulsing platform, covered in... something disgusting. She shivered as she finally sat up, pushing her once-flowing and beautiful but now-sticky and goopy hair out of her face.
She heard the voice-that-wasn't-a-voice, but she could only half understand what it was saying. There was something... something important she had to do. Wasn't there?
No, she couldn't. It was something best left un-done. She wouldn't, she couldn't...
She finally stood up and looked around.
Her mission. She struggled, trying to fight it, to ignore it. But could she? It all depended, now, on who had woken up beside her.
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She shoved her hair out of her eyes (guh-roooooss this was going to take forever to wash out) and looked around the dizzying cavern. She closed her eyes, turned on her Spiritalker's Sight, and took another look ( ... )
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A Britannian girl. Was she hurt? That clinched it; for now, all thoughts of what she had to do were pushed to one side. She had to help, if she could. Belatedly, Euphie realized she was also nude, but that came secondary to figuring out what this was, and what was the matter with this other girl.
She positioned her arms awkwardly, folded in front of herself so as to hide those three most embarrassing areas, and moved closer. "What's the matter? Are you injured?" Euphie's voice was wrought with worry. "Please, talk to me..."
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Okay, she could concentrate on that later. Right now, weirder things were more important.
"No, I'm not--" she did a quick check, just to make sure, "--I'm not hurt. I'm just - um. Surprised?" She pushed her bangs out of her face, glancing sidelong at the cavern. "...D...do you know what all this is?"
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He coughed as he fell to the floor, hard, clawing his way forward through muck and slime. Something, clearly, had gone wrong. His lightsaber was gone, the suit that had been keeping him alive was gone- he weakly swatted at the tentacles around him, wondering what fresh hell this was. Clearly he'd been captured, perhaps by some Jedi faction (which would explain the voices within his head), perhaps by the Black Sun, but for now his only goals were to locate and kill every being responsible for his current situation.
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"Dude are you OK? I mean...well you don't look so hot!" Beastboy scurried over showing a complete lack of "A: Common sense and B: A sense of self preservation."
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Vader tried to touch the Force, to reach out into it and squeeze the life from any being that would dare torment him while he was in this state, but found his grip on it...tenuous. Slippery. He chose instead to grasp blindly about with his physical hand, looking for something to choke.
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"Hold on dude I gotcha, lemme help you to your feet." The pointy eared teen tried to get under Vaders arm and help him up like a good superhero type.
It's a wonder Beastboy's lived this long.
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Light help me, she thought, trying to remove the goop from her person. I've turned into one of those crazy, naked idiots from Stormwind. She looked around, her tail twitching, the unmistakable feeling of something oozing from between her hooves making her antsy and twitchy. It took quite a bit of willpower to not think about how the goop she'd just come out of had ruined her hair.
Instinctively, she reached out to the Light, and felt it respond. Relief flooded through her, even as Stacy continued to explain. So, she wants me to go... that way. I guess. Good, good. I can do that... Nehaalista straightened her shoulders and started walking.
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However much she wanted to panic, on the surface Riza kept calm. She always kept calm, the levelheaded one of the situation when it came to herself and the Colonel. That wouldn't change even as she mumbled to her self, moved slowly in the slime--well aware that she was nude, something she had never been around others. (Save the man she entrusted her back and its secrets too.) She hoped the slime, whatever it may have been, at least covered ( ... )
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