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kismet_loop_logs2014-09-30 09:34 pm
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Entry tags:
- !event: game start,
- !npc | paian,
- !npc | unknown,
- !open,
- brave police j-decker | gunmax (crau),
- kingdom hearts | lea (crau),
- tf: g1 | jadewing (crau),
- tf: idw | drift (crau),
- tf: idw | wing (crau),
- tf: prime | bulkhead (crau),
- ‡‡brave police j-decker | deckard (crau),
- ‡‡frozen | elsa (crau),
- ‡‡legend of dragoon | rose (crau),
- ‡‡tf: animated | blurr (crau),
- ‡‡tf: animated | sentinel prime (crau),
- ‡‡tf: beast wars | blackarachnia (crau),
- ‡‡tf: g1 | thundercracker (crau),
- ‡‡tf: prime | knock out (crau),
- ‡‡tf: shattered | ravage (crau)
Welcome to a New World [Open Log]
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.
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.
GROUP 4
You find yourself on the edges of a forest of crystal trees. The trees change colors slowly, some showing red, while others are blue, and others yet are purple. The expanse of trees stretches along to meet with a more organic variety of tree towards the northwest, and to the southwest the land spreads out into hills and what looks to be grass. The temperature here is sweltering, threatening to overheat your systems if you get too active. To the east, a city can be seen with what looks like an artificial sun hanging high above it.
Thundercracker is on his back, Gunmax's Gunbike not far from him...along with one of his wings. In the explosion, the massive motorcycle collided with a wing, taking the limb off. Nearby, Blackarachnia is half wrapped around a tree, Ravage tucked up behind her head. Ravage's firelizard is nearby, leaning on Ravage's ball of yarn. Thundercracker's four firelizards have taken refuge in a crystal tree above their owner. Blackarachnia's datapad spider is nearby, and anything she may have had in hand is strewn across the ground.
Thankfully, aside from the battering received from the explosion. and Thundercracker's detached wing, you’re not otherwise injured. Now just to figure out where you are.
Re: GROUP 4
The missing wing may be Thundercracker's only damage of note, but . . . uh . . . that's quite enough, thank you very much. Between shock and sheer disorientation, the Seeker's not moving, and about all that can be heard from him is a pained groan.
Owwwww...
Re: GROUP 4
She started to stir a few moments after Thundercracker did and was not happy with where she was coming back to reality at. This was not home and these were definitely not Maximals or Predacons.
She glanced around, noting her stuff scattered everywhere. Canisters, blueprints and various weaponry. She had been loaded to the nines when they had gathered and just wanted to get the slag home.
As for the data spider, it came wandering back to her just as she tried to shove Ravage off of her and untangle herself from the tree.
"That definitely did NOT go as planned."
Re: GROUP 4
"Ow...." That hurt. Well not the shoving exactly, but the explosion, landing in an awkward way, and then being shoved hurt. Did anyone get the license plate of that truck? Because it sure felt like he got hit by one.
His firelizard comes over to him and he opens an optic. "O, hai Star..." And then he catches a glimpse of the tree branches above him. "Oooo... Pretty!" And his mood completely changes.
LOL Sorry, BA...you'd not really been on his radar before now...
A quick glance revealed Ravage, five firelizards, What's-Her-Name the spider femme (she was a scientist of some kind, wasn't she?), and . . .
"Remind me to thank that hotshot Earthbot." He'd lost one or both wings more than once in his life by a few different means, but traumatic amputation by MOTORCYCLE was definitely a new one.
Numbers, Screamer, Sky, and Cracker finally glided down from their perches, circling about the Seeker. Numbers landed on his shoulder, sniffing and whining at the rent connections from his severed wing. The trine flitted over to the wing itself, landing to paw at it and chirp at him in distress.
"Yeah, I'll live. I said I'm fine," he asserted, waving off their concern. He turned to Ravage and . . . Black-wrack-something? "You two okay? Ravage? What happened?"
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At least she had a variety of samples to recreate her recent works from. If she could ever find another lab. "I'm fine wings, thanks for asking."
She collected a few of the blueprints. "What do you think happened? The Lambda slagging exploded. That's what happened." There's only a spared glanced towards Ravage. This one she remembered being a few circuits shy of a working motherboard.
As for the flyer? She's heard his name around but otherwise, didn't care to know who he was.
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He waves a paw while still laying on his back, not quite wanting to get up just yet. Star pushes the ball of yarn over to the derpykitty.
"I thought teh Lambda was to send us back home."
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With another growl of frustration - and pain - he levered himself to his feet and half-stomped, half-stumbled over to retrieve his errant wing. And maybe Gunmax's bike. Maybe. He actually kind of liked the Earthbot - plus he was one of McCrane's, which meant something to the Seeker. If nothing else, the oversized two-wheeler could serve as a crutch of sorts. And a materials transport. The impact or some other incident had popped the sidecar loose. Huh. He pulled it out the rest of the way, turning the bike into a three-wheeler. He propped his wing against the body of the bike, outer edge slid down between the seat and inner wall of the sidecar.
"Hey, Legs." Yeah, he could do the nickname thing too. "Stow your stuff in here for now?" He gestured at the sidecar. "Easier than carrying it, and it'd free your arms." In case they needed to fight for some reason. At least, he hoped she could fight. He wasn't scanning any immediate dangers, but that didn't mean there weren't any, and he already knew Ravage wouldn't likely be much help.
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Once she has everything stowed away to her liking, she switches over to her beast mode and crawls into the side car with her stuff. So far her own scans revealed nothing dangerous just yet. That also didn't tell them where the pit they where.
"So do either of you have a map or are we picking a direction and walking."
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Approaching through the crystaline trees comes a man with goat legs. He stops back a polite distance from the group, and seems he's being followed by a gaggle of disc-shaped drones that range in size from that of a dinner plate to the size of an average Cybertronian's palm.
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As the strange organic approaches he tilts his head. He's pretty sure that humans don't have legs like that.
"Who r u???"
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If he were going to say more, it was lost in the startled flinch he fought to hide as he whirled around to the sound of a voice he decidedly did not recognize. Any weakness from pain with his severed wing disappeared from his frame as he straightened. He didn't bring a weapon to bear - yet - but both rifles were quietly primed, ready to be at full power with a thought. He made a low sound, one the four trained firelizards knew meant 'hide'. "Ravage, behind me." His tone left no room for argument. To the newcomer, he asked, "Who are you and what do you want?"
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She immediately switched modes again and within moments had a butterfly knife aimed in the strangers general direction as she stood on the edge of the side car.
"And where the slag did you come from."
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"I came to welcome you. There is a Gateway near here that will take you quickly to the city. There is a Hospital in this Sector once in the city, where you can have your injuries seen to."
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"O hai! I'm Ravage! U know how we got here???"
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"In exchange for what?" At the moment, the prospect of proper repairs at a hospital almost - almost - took priority over even knowing how they got here, but he wanted to know what they'd be indebting themselves too first.
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Thankfully Thundercracker was a bit smarter than the cat bot and that was something she could appreciate. "And care to tell us where the slag we are?"
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He returned his attention to all of them. "And to answer your questions in order. Yes, I know how you got here, to an extent. There is a substance of chaotic energy that covers much of the planet, well call it the Miasma, it tends to...deposit people here from time to time." He rolls a wrist a bit as he searched for an appropriate word.
"Medical care is freely given. Our resident doctor and mechanic is quite capable at treating all species and would not deny repairs to anyone. As he would be the one supplying repairs I would suggest bringing up any further concerns on this matter with him."
And finally he turned his gaze back to Blackarachnia. "As for where you are, you are on Cybertron."
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And wait.... What was that last bit. "And this totes does not look like Cybertron!"
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He looked at Galos. "How old is this Cybertron? And . . . how many other organics are there? How long have you been here?"
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Blackarachnia glanced up at Thundercracker as he spoke. Whatever he was referring to happened several millennia before her time and that got her to thinking. What she was concluding made her want to scream and blow someone up.
Repeatedly.
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And to answer Thundercracker's question he shrugs. "We're not sure how old exactly. We believe the planet itself may be quite old, but the...rather small civilization here isn't very old. I've been here for about five hundred years now. Our population is...well, for the size of the city, it's rather lacking, somewhere around six-hundred residents total, perhaps as much as half are organic based lifeforms."
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He tilts his head as he listens to Galos explain this world. "Ts that y I smell organic trees that way???"
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"Yes, we're part of a group that just recently beat Unicron." Okay, so more like they were part of a group that was getting its collective afts handed to them until apparently Primus himself showed up, and /HE/ beat Unicron . . . but the Seeker wasn't about to go into all that. "It's a long story, and this isn't exactly great surroundings for sitting down for story-time. How far is it to this hospital?" He'd take up owing anything with the medic once there.
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"Is there available history tracks for us to study or do we have to wait for someone to hold story time with the newest additions to this Cybertron." Sorry Wings, she's got more important things on her mind than a hospital. "...And you said that half the population was organic. What's the other half?"
/remembers to switch accounts this time. orz