Superstition's Inner Transportation Pod

The pod irises open with a small hiss of air. It looks small, but expands to comfortably hold as many people as enter it. It's shaped like a small globe, but with a flattened, slightly rough-textured floor. The surfaces are warm and butter-soft to the touch, like fine leather, and shimmer with ever-changing colors.

The floor shifts slightly beneath you... or maybe you just imagined it...

If you reached up you could brush your fingers across the shimmering ceiling curving just above your head. The floor glows with muted radiance beneath you. The walls are warm to the touch, and shimmer with soft, vivid color. They give slightly if you lean against them, obligingly supporting you. You don't see a door anymore...

A gurgling, rushing sound passes by outside the room you are in...

There's also a white panel on one wall with stylized ideograms on it that look like an emerald tree, a violet bed, a sable circle, and a scarlet cross. If you touch it, the following information slips peacefully into your mind...

Welcome, visitor, enter me in friendship and of your own free will. For your guidance the following:

Violet bed => Crew Quarters, which leads to the Observation Room.
Red cross => Medical Pod.
Black circle => Docking Pod.
Green tree => the Garden, which leads to the Pool.

When an ideogram is touched, the lift moves almost imperceptibly, with a faint, pleasant rushing sound of liquid... it's almost like drifting along in an opaque soap bubble. It stops shortly, and a circular breach swells open in the wall in front of you. You step through, into the room of your choice.