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

[deadlydoctor]

Knock Out was distracted looking at the tall buildings. He got unusually struck by sentimentalism. This is almost the same way his Cybertron looked like before the war, when it wasn't a death wasteland. When it felt like home.

He stopped listening to their conversation, he stopped moving. He just looked around in wonder but with a small frown on his face.

[knight_light]

Wing studied Knock Out a moment, before giving the medic a little snug. "Knock Out? Are you all right?"

[not_the_scapegoat]

Galos studied the bots, but then turned his attention to Lea. "Of course. There are places here, but the place most seem to like best are by the Warehouse and the Hub. There are convenient places to get food there, mostly. I'll show you how to use the Gateways, they're for everyone to use after all."

"Oh! And before I forget. You may wish to take your pick of a drone. They're for communication mostly, and handy for keeping up on things going on in the city." He motions at the gaggle of hovering discs behind him.