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[meatship]

Stacy stopped in midsentence, wherever she was talking--a pause in midsentence or mid-lecture or mid-nag.

The only time she did this was the time that preceded a shipwide announcement of--

||Pod Release Protocols Initating.||

Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.It was a small batch this time, but still new was new and the

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[notyourmudfoot]

Was the tesseract machine supposed to be slimy? He didn't think it was supposed to be slimy. It shouldn't have been anything like this, it should have- ...

...

He lands on the floor of the pod chamber, coughing and wiping away the gunk coating his face. He starts off with simple, English curses, but by the time he notices that he's naked, Divine knew where but certainly not on the Andromeda, he's moved up to Vedran curses he'd made Rev teach him.

Harper is not pleased.

[meatship]

||Harper, Seamus, do you require assistance?|| came a female voice.

In his head.

[notyourmudfoot]

In his head and fuck, fuck, FUCK, it's not Rommie. Not that Rommie had ever exactly been in his head, more like he'd been in hers, but FUCK.

"Uh.. assistance.. Yeah. Yeah, I require assistance. Assist me outta here."

[meatship]

||Negative. Cannot comply.||

[rauchnorr]

One minute, she's curled peacefully, drifting.

Then she's wondering what the pauk she's doing curled up; she's supposed to be working! Her world is all ooze; she's sliding down something that yields like the hide of a huge lizard, there's gunk in her eyes and she can't see.

Rauch'norr hits the floor and rolls up into a wary crouch, hands, knees, and toes on the ground. She shakes her head, sending slime flying from her hair, and reaches for the cloaking device on her wristcomp. There's no cloaking device. There's no wristcomp, no wristblades, no stealth netting, and no armor.

There's just an angry, confused yautja, with her mandibles spread wide and her shoulders raised, crouched on the deck. And starting to growl.

((OOC: and until your pup looks for a feature on Rau's lower half that just isn't there, she'll probably be assumed to be male.))

[meatship]

||Please remain calm. You will not be harmed|| came a voice in her head.

[rauchnorr]

"I am calm." She speaks aloud. Her voice is deeper, and has something of a grating quality, although the words are distinct. "I am not where I should be. My armor is not here." Her tone becomes sharp-edged: "where the pauk is my mask? I need it."

[meatship]

||Clothing will be provided, and will include a breathing apparatus. Please follow the lights.||

Phosphorescent lights started glowing in a trail on the floor, leading out of the room.

[cesscanmelt]

There's a puddle on the floor.

It's sight to behold: a big, silver puddle, shimmering in the light from Stacy, a sort of greenish, harsh glow against the aformentioned silver.

The puddle, while shimmering, is making a serious of noises that are hardly distinguishable, but if you listened closely -- if you were telepathic -- or if you had your ear up against it, you would hear something along the lines of "ohgod" and "notagainnotagainnotagain".

[meatship]

||Please remain calm|| came a reassuring telepathic voice. ||Kincaid, Cessily, you will be able to stabilize yourself in a moment, once the effects of podsleep have worn off.||

[cesscanmelt]

And it's true. She can, after a minute.

She picks herself up, piece by piece, molecule by molecule. Patches form across what looks like a face. Dark red hair surfaces and falls down what looks like the beginning of a spinal cord. Blue, translucent, glowing eyes float to the surface, above what looks like a nose.

Cessily's first breath after being on the floor is like birth, "--ChhhkohGOD--"

First there's a dull ache, and then there's raw, bone-breaking pain, across her temples and in her gut. "Ohgodithurtsithurtsithurts--"

[meatship]

||The pain will subside.||

[no_devo_quotes]

OK, OK, taking stock of the situation.

Cold.

Slimy.

Not Transylvania.

Naked.

No weap-

NAKED?!

OK, time for less sane checking-up, more screaming in indignant horror.

[ratwithwheels]

You know what else might make her scream? The shiny, chrome plated robot that's walking over to her right now.

Rattrap had been curious about who Stacy let out this time, so he made his way over to the pod caverns.

Unfortunately for him, the first newbie he comes across is a screaming naked woman.

Well, the naked isn't getting to him so much since he's technically always been naked since he was built.

"Hey, lady, calm down," he says as his hands go up to his auditory sensors to keep them from shorting out.

[no_devo_quotes]

OMGWTF

"A golem?!" Close enough for Sonia. So, creepyweird place, no weapons, naked, and there's a golem approaching. This is clearly not the time for rational thinking. This is the time for opening cans of whoopass!

The air in front of her ripples, and then there's the equivalent of a small car's worth of force headed in Rattrap's direction. Sonia's already scrambling backwards into a defensive crouch. And trying her damnedest to stay somewhat covered.

[ratwithwheels]

"Primus damnit, I'm not a go--OOF!" This'd be about the point where Rattrap gets slammed back by some unseen force, and lands on his ass. A couple sparks fly from his metal body (it was a lot of force) as he lies there on the ground.

"OW."