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

[notyourblueangel]

Thundercracker ckoked, looking again at the trees. "Not...not anymore, Ravage, but . . . it did. Once. A long time ago." He remembered the battle that had destroyed the last crystal forest on his Cybertron. He'd been the one leading the strafing runs on the Autobots while Starscream was busy elsewhere.

He looked at Galos. "How old is this Cybertron? And . . . how many other organics are there? How long have you been here?"

[treacherous_widow]

Her optics narrowed when Galos named this place as Cybertron. That didn't seem possible to her. But, if there was 'chaos energy' involved...

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.

[not_the_scapegoat]

"So some believe," he said in answer to Ravage's first question. Though the second gets a curious look as his gaze sweeps over them. "You beat Unicron?"

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."

[im_wavin]

"O yeah! We helped teh First Forge do that on 'nother Cybertron!"

He tilts his head as he listens to Galos explain this world. "Ts that y I smell organic trees that way???"

[notyourblueangel]

Thundercracker folded his arms, leaning - he hoped - covertly on the robo-sized motorcycle for better balance. The whole missing-a-wing thing really sucked for that, among other things.

"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.

[treacherous_widow]

Up until now Blackarachnia was just listening and trying to piece things together. So, five hundred years for the current population and who the slag knows how long for the planet.

"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

[not_the_scapegoat]

Galos smiled at Ravage. "That would be why. The Northwester Sector is mostly one large organic forest."

"Ah yes, do forgive me." He gave a small boy by way of apology. "This certainly isn't the time for stories. The hospital is quite a ways, though travel through the Gateways will cut the time it would take to get there to a fraction."

"There have been some that have taken to writing the history of this city, miss. You would be welcome to peruse them at your leisure. The library is in the center of the city. As for the other half, well...Cybertronian mostly."