Welcome to a New World [Open Log]

[kismet_loop_mods]

WHO: Everyone involved in Game Start
WHAT: Waking up after the explosion
WHERE: Well . . . that's for you guys to figure out, isn't it?
WHEN: Now
WARNINGS: None but what you bring with you
NOTES: Be sure to reply in your respective group thread.



At first, there is nothing. Without warning, agony erupts – a twisting, burning sensation that leaves you sure you’re about to be torn apart, but then it subsides to a sharp ache. The nothingness has taken on a purple-black appearance, shifting and flowing around you.

You’re lying on your back, and the pressure is immense. If you breathe, you feel like you’re suffocating. You struggle to sit up, to get the pressure off you. You strain and fight . . . and suddenly the mists flow off and away, taking the pressure with them. You sit up and look around.

You’re not in Kansas anymore.

Misty purple-black “bubbles” on the ground around you burst and flow off from other bodies, disappearing down into the ground and revealing familiar faces.

Wherever you are, at least you’re not here alone.

Comments

[primest]

Boy, getting punched in the face sure is FUN. That sure did crack and dent his cheek. Ow.

Of course he's pissed off but... "I'm not fighting anyone." ...Sentinel's going for the annoying '''''moral high ground''''' after siding with Space Satan.

He backs away from them both, one hand over his cracked cheek and the other palm up towards them, "I don't expect you'd care to hear my reasoning anyway if your first instinct is to punch anything you don't like."

[not_the_scapegoat]

About this time someone might notice that someone is approaching them. The figure is half man, half goat and is followed by a gaggle of disc-like drones ranging in size from a dinner plate, to the size of an average Cybertronian palm.

He stops back at a respectful distance, not wanting to end up in the middle of three giant robots if they started fighting. "Greetings, friends."

[neverputincharge]

Bulkhead grumbles, but backs off when Drift gets between them.

"What were your reasons, then?" He's calmed down pretty well, at least till his sensors tell him something's approaching, and then tbe voice. He swings around to look at...what the pit is that? Definitely not human.

"And who're you?" He's eyeing those flying discs things too, wondering if they're a threat.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

Drift relaxes a little since it looks like Sentinel and Bulkhead aren't going to have an epic robo throw down and turns his attention to the

creepy looking

whatever that guy is.

And his little drones. Drift reaches for a sword instinctively, but they don't seem to be in his scabbards. So much for that. He'll just let Bulkhead do the talking and turn his attention back to Sentinel.

"Sentinel. Are you okay?" Drift will nag him later, after he's sure his face isn't going to fall off or something.

[primest]

In his defense, Sentinel would rather Bulkhead not crush his head. He'd glanced over at the goat-thing but seeing as it wasn't anywhere near him, he didn't really give a shit about it. Drift and Bulkhead can deal with it, whatever man.

"M'fine. Had worse." Though, surprisingly, that's the first time someone's punched him in the face for being an idiot douchebag. He appreciates Drift not also punching him though, that's always a plus. "I think Bulkhead scared the Turbofox."

Which he's STILL INTENT ON NOT LETTING GO. Thankfully, it likes the attention and isn't trying to scratch his face off or whatever.

The Drift and Sentinel Comedy Hour thread

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

Drift will deal with the goat thing later, for now he's going to take Sentinel aside and get all up in his grill checking the damage.

"I won't deny that I'm disappointed, but I don't doubt that your intentions were good. Why did you do it, Sentinel?"

just what everyone wanted

[primest]

"I wanted to go home and not end up some smear on the bottom of Unicron's foot."

There's also a load of bullshit about not trusting the First Forged as far as he could throw them, but Sentinel being Sentinel instead chooses to word his choice in a way that makes it sound even worse and more selfish than it initially was. Clap clap clap.

i would watch it

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

"And you thought that aligning yourself with a coward and a traitor was the way to go about getting there?"

Yeah good job Sentinel real manly there. Don't Mind Drift he's just going to poke and prod at your face for a moment.

why would you do that to yourself

[primest]

"Yeah, because I trusted the First Forged so much. They sure didn't lie or hide anything from us!"

He flinches slightly at the touch. Because Drift's hands are cold, not because it hurts or anything b-baka..... "At least Liege was honest about his intentions to abandon us after we got through the Lambda."

i love suffering

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

"I never said I trusted them, but I trusted other people who believed them. It wasn't a lot to go on, but sometimes you just have to have a little faith."

Look he's just worried about you you big dumb megachin'd idiot. "Liege wouldn't have protected you. Going with him only would have delayed the inevitable, and you know it."

me too

[primest]

He just shrugs.

"I was pretty sure we were all going to die regardless. I mean, frag, this could be the Well for all we know!" A beat, and he looks around for a few seconds. "Kinda disappointing if it is."

lets suffer together

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

"I'm fairly certain we aren't dead. We won, people were just starting to part ways. The First Forged were sending people home if they wanted to go."

Which honestly Drift was still second guessing himself over his decision to stay, but that was something he could be all insecure about later. Y'know, when they weren't in the middle of mystery fun land and watching Bulkhead talk to a manbearpig. Or goat man. Whatever.

"Judging by all of this though, it seems like none of our choices really mattered in the end."

sob

[primest]

Siigh. "Which is what Liege was doing. I don't see why going with him was being a," sideglare at Bulkhead, "traitor. I could say those who chose to stay are traitors to their own universe."

Frank yaps a few times at the goat man and Sentinel puts his hand back on it's head. Shut up, dog.

"Think we're the only ones here?"

weep

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

"Pretty it up as much as you want, but Liege still betrayed us. All of us. And I know people who would have only returned to their universe to die, so you can scrap that line of thought right now."

But anyway, there was no sense in getting worked up about that shit right now. Drift vents a sigh, turning his attention to FRANK and letting it sniff him before he moves to pet it.

"I don't know. I don't even know where here is. Maybe it's selfish, but I kind of hope not."

[primest]

"...Yeah, hence the choice, part. I'm not gonna go around punching everyone who chose to stay because I honestly don't care."

FRANK YEAHHH FRANK. Frank is LOVING this attention.

"Mmm. I promised Blurr I'd take Frank to a proper home on our Cybertron," He was actually going to take it to the pet control but whatever, "So I guess at least one of us gets something that isn't entirely terrible."

...Yeah, he has no idea what Turbofoxes live in.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

FUCK YEAH FRANK PLEASE TO BE LETTING DRIFT PET YOU.

And yeah don't mind Drift he is now completely enraptured with this turbofox for a moment. Making kissy faces at it and shit. Whose a good boooooooooy YOU ARE FRANK.

Anyway.

"Did Blurr know you went with Liege?"

[primest]

"We're from the same universe. I asked if he wanted to come with me, he said no and that was that. I wasn't about to force him into it."

He was a bit of a twat about it, but that was exacerbated because he was scared and stressed out.

"Besides he... had some issues with someone back in our universe. I don't know if he'd want me to tell you something that personal but... maybe if the timelines worked out I could've done something to help him before it happened."

You know, stop Blurr from getting killed and get ALL THE PRAISE. ALL OF IT. Too bad the timelines wouldn't have worked out.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

"Maybe, but... I find it's better not to dwell on 'what if's'."

Even if he personally has a hard time following his own advice on that front.

And Bulk can deal with goat man over here for now.

[not_the_scapegoat]

The satyr smiles. "My name is Galos. I'm one of the Guardians of the city."

Oh boy

[neverputincharge]

Now that he ius calmer, Bulk'sBulk's taken in more of the environment around him, and caught sight of that city too, and it's weird sun. But mostly he's focused on the weird organic and the discs. Despite the earlier altercation, he does unconciously move to put himself between Drift and Sentinel, and Galos and his drone things. Just in case.

"Guardian, huh?" Guardians he said, great. There's more like him some where. But those drones are interesting, while not a threat, they were made of Cybertronian alloys. Also, he's glad to know that power is still there.

"Answer me this, Galos. What're you doin' with Cybertronian alloy made things and where the frag are we.

[not_the_scapegoat]

His smile grew. "Why, because you're on Cybertron, and they're of Cybertronian design. They're of no threat, I assure you. They're communicators, given to all in the city."

He motions at the skyline behind him. "I'm simply here to welcome you, and to show you a quick way to the city if you desire."

[neverputincharge]

"Cybertron? Now I know you're lyin'. Cybertron don't look like this." He motions at, well, his grassy surroundings. Cybertron's made of metal, it's not Earth.

"Yeah? ...and what's the catch?" They got injured here, , and he's still a little suspicious.

[not_the_scapegoat]

"Is it really so hard to believe a place can change? It's only a small part that's come to support organic life. I assure you, though, this is Cybertron."

He shakes his head. "No catch. People arrive from time to time and we try to see they receive information, a place to stay, a way to communicate, and if necessary medical attention."

[neverputincharge]

"It is, considering the Cybertron we were just on didn't look like like this." Sure the organics had workd on something to grow. But nothing like this. "Okay, assuming you're telling the truth, how old is this Cybertron?" He can tell not as young as theirs, that's quite a bit of building there in the city.

"Right." Sure, he'll take it fir now, but have to admit this is all suspicious. "Definitely looks like ya got more than just temples and a couple other buildings."

[not_the_scapegoat]

"We're not sure how old the planet is exactly. It was empty when the first of us arrived about five hundred years ago. There was the starting of a small city already, though, though no one in it. We've built it up from there. Including the flora that's come to thrive here. It's had a little help."

He just shrugs. What can he say? He's telling the truth, not his problem you came from another Cybertron and can't accept that this one is different.