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

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.

[primest]

"We'll find out sooner or later. Assuming we're still on Cybertron."

A beat. "And... assuming Vector won't murder me for... our last conversation..."

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

"I don't... honestly think we are. None of this looks familiar at all."

Wait what. Drift is giving Sentinel SUCH a look.

"What'd you say to Vector?" Making more poor life choices, Sentinel?

[primest]

"Let me have my denial."

Oohh boy. "Uh. Things. About where he can shove other things."

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

Apparently Drift finds that amusing and he tries to laugh. Too bad laughing hurts like a motherfucker right now, so it comes out as more of a chucklewince.

"Ahh, ow. Look. I don't think Vector will murder you. Given the circumstanced, I'm sure he'd understand that you were probably flustered."

[primest]

He sputters. Very loudly.

"N-- Not like that! I meant his p-plans!"

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

"That's not what I--Oh! Oh! No, I didn't mean... scrap."

Whoops well huh. Awkward.

[primest]

He rubs his face with his hands. Goddamn.

"But in all seriousness, he really wasn't happy. I don't regret it, though, never did like him. Or any of the others."

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

"I admit, I was a little wary of them myself. It's not like they were ever around, right? I really can't blame you, all things considered."

Whelp time to pet Frank some more.

[primest]

"I never expected them to be around but they were unnecessarily mysterious about things and almost never gave a straight answer."

He shifts slightly, so Frank can get to Drift. "...Not to mention I was there for a year and never got a boon."

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

Who's a good little turbofox YOU ARE!! YOU ARE FRANK!!!! WHO'S A SWEETY BABY PUMPKIIIIIN okay moving on.

"I'm honestly not too familiar with the whole boon thing. Guess I wasn't really there long enough to pick up on it."

[primest]

"I think Trion took an interest in me at one point for some reason but," he makes a razz type sound, sticking out his robotongue. Which he totally has.

"First Forged or not, though, I guess we're all stuck here with nothing all over again."

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

Real mature, Sentinel.

"Seems like it. In that case, maybe we should see what that little organic... person wants."

He kind of cocks his head toward Bulkhead and the Satan.

[primest]

"Yeah, you do that."

Gross organics. He has PETS TO GIVE TO THE CUTEST TURBOFOX EVER anyway.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

"It might be important. I think you should pay attention."

Drift gives him a LOOK. Punk you are already walking on thin ice don't be a DIPSHIT.

[primest]

"Unless it's going to give me directions to the closest bar, I really don't care."

HE'S DONE, OKAY. He needs to work out his tittybaby emotions.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

"You never know unless you ask, right? A bar honestly doesn't sound that bad right now."

Everyone needs a bar right now ok.

[primest]

"I really don't want to speak to it right now."

UugughggnHGGHGHF organics