Podpop

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[ooc: Newbie Helpers List | Instructions: Post your character with one post establishing them as being podpopped. Tag each other in groups of 2's, 3's, and 4's, to get some interaction to start with. If a thread doesn't already have 2 or 3 people tagged in, tag it with your character's podpop popping near the other people, rather than making a new

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[hatesyourmom]

Keith… at the bottom of the box, there was hope.

Terra shook around them one more time, then disappeared in a flash of light.

*

He was in another high-vaulted room, but it wasn’t Grand Mother’s chamber. The maze of headstones and angry red lights had been replaced by soft green luminescence and moist heat and twisted bubbles embracing still humanoid forms. He shouldn’t have been here - he shouldn’t have been anywhere - but he was… he was…

||You are here.||

Someone was there… not any of the Mu he’d known, or the psionic pressure of the Terras Numbers. It was adoring, comforting. Something about it whispered mother -- short black hair, a starched white apron, a small smile. But the pressure wasn’t a human woman, it came from all around, from the cavern… no, from the ship. He listened, feeling as confused as he had the first time anyone had ever spoken directly into his mind. He called out to it (Stacy, Stacy, I lived and died for that planet, why did you take me away?), but the voice stopped

[veryshinyknight]

"Maker--what IS this?"

Besides creepy, of course, but Alistair wasn't about to say that out loud. Stacy might get mad at him, and this was bad enough, really. And he didn't really want to think about motherly qualities. He'd never known his mother. And Arl Eamonn's wife was the least motherly person he could think of.

"I'm not supposed to be here, don't you know? The Blight--the Darkspawn! What about Ferelden?"

Wait--had this Stacy said something about destroyers of worlds? That wasn't right either. That was--that was worse than swooping.

Alistair might even be happy to see Morrigan, right about now.

That just proved how desperate he really was.

He sat down, looking very much like a kicked puppy.

[alterniantaurus]

Another pod cracks open, expelling a smallish grey-skinned kid with large orange horns. He opens his eyes and stares up at the ceiling for a moment in disorientation. He's coated in slime, but he doesn't remember climbing back into his recuperacoon. And he'd remember. With his disability, getting in and out of the thing and cleaning himself up afterward is always such a hassle.

More to the point, why would he have crawled back into the cocoon? He was awake for the night. And he was apparently on a time limit, he didn't have too long to connect to Gamzee and get him into th--

GAMZEE!

"Oh, shhh--"

With some difficuly, Tavros turns himself over and looks around frantically for his wheelchair. Whatever weird illusion or brooding cavern he'd been sent to, he has to get out! A good friend's life is at stake!

[veryshinyknight]

At first, Alistair wasn't quite certain how to react. After all, the pod and the slime were the same, but why in Andraste's name would this ship pick up a Darkspawn?

Think hard, Alistair.

Maybe this kid was...NOT a Darkspawn? Brilliant!

"I'm Alistair, not Gamzee," he said. Also brilliant. "Um. Are you all right?"

[alterniantaurus]

Tavros stops, propped up on his elbows, and turns to the looming adult. He rarely sees them outside of movies and TV, and none of them look anything like this bizarre hornless pink thing. Was it addressing him?

"I..." voice pitched in an adolescent squeak. He clears his throat and tries again. "I'm Tavros. Wh-what the hell is going on?"

[father_of_101]

When James landed on the floor, naked and covered in slime, he had no idea what to think

[for_magic]

"I'm fairly certain I didn't cause this," Aibghalien muttered to himself as he brushed goo from him. "For a CHANGE!" he snapped at the ceiling in postscript.

The elf looked down over himself with a frown. Naked, lacking his gear, and covered in goo. Quite honestly, he did not approve in the slightest.

But the power of the arcane still pulsed in his blood, and dozens of spells still sat in the back of his head. He'd be in trouble if he didn't find his spellbooks quickly, but until he verified otherwise, he'd best to assume a hostile environment.

A few spoken words, a few arcane passes, and the wizard's feet lifted from the ground.

[blacks_lackey]

"You're first on my suspect list," Turlough muttered, his own position not meeting with approval and so he takes it out, albeit mildly, on the nearest person. Who decided to shout. "At least if something else happens," he added, feeling relatively certain, floating by will aside, that his fellow snot-covered being was not responsible for anything.

[for_magic]

Aibghalien dropped back down to the floor, landing lightly, as another being accosted him. Quickly, the elf ran his eyes over the human in appraisal, learning what he could by observation.

"I'm not the source of this abduction; we've clearly been taken by a being of substantially higher power. Given a lack of further evidence to contradict the greeting presented to us I recommend we make the tentative assumption of truth as a basis for proceeding." Reflexively the elf reached for something no longer there, sighed, and ran a hand through his hair instead. He stopped, horrified, as he realized just how much goop was in that hair.

"Ugh." He snapped his fingers, and abruptly the Staceysnot dissipaed from his body, leaving him clean. Still naked. But clean. "In any case," he continued as if nothing had happened, "I'm presently reluctant to employ any experimental arcana on our surroundings, given that it might have an adverse effect on..." He waved a hand at the countless pods around them.

[blacks_lackey]

Turlough stopped listening proper after 'source', though clued back when the man cleaned himself up. "Mind terribly clearing this off me as well?" he asked politely.

[memory_hax]

Phillip opened his eyes to the nudging of a Fang Memory nuzzling his face.

Blinking his eyes, the little memory ran away into the depths of the ship as Phillip pulled slime from his hair. "This is a unique experience," remarked Phillip more to himself as he shook himself like a dog, spraying slime everywhere. It was a unique experience, one for the history books at least.

Gazing around the humid organic area, he touched his chin in thought. "How interesting."

[flieswithdinos]

For Wash, 'unique experience' was kind of an understatemnt.

He spilled out of the pod in a goopy heap, struggling with his own limbs. The slime made it hard to get coordinated, and even harder to clamber to his feet.

Point the first: he was covered in slime. Point the second: he was naked. Point the third: there was someone talking in his head.

"Zhēn dǎoméi - zhè shì shénme làn dōngxī-" as he continued speaking, it was clear that Wash had a beautifully filthy and broad vocabulary. He might have continued to stay there cursing to himself, but when the guy next to him shook off, glops of slime smacked him in the face. "Hey! Cut that out, I'm already disgusting enough!"

[memory_hax]

"Ah, sorry," replied Phillip as he brushed a sticky hand through his hair. He looked at the other man, a little surprised he was so fluent in Chinese, even if it was a fairly rude string of words.

[flieswithdinos]

Wash wiped a hand through the slime on his face and shook it, trying to get the slime off with a comically disgusted expression on his face. "Out of completely hypothetical curiosity, you didn't hear a voice just now, did you?"

If he was the only one hearing voices, this was probably just an incredibly messed-up dream borne of way too much liquor. Or something. If not, well...

If not, he'd deal with that when the possibility arose. "And why are we naked?"