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]

"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

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

"Fine then, we'll handle it."

Organics are fine you're just a big baby with an ENORMOUS CHIN.

[primest]

"Don't get any acid on you."

He's not sure if he means that seriously or not. Then again, it's the sort of thing that only really makes sense to him. Like everything Sentinel says.

[happyclappyhippydrippy]

Drift just gives Sentinel a look that basically translates roughly into "Dude what the fuck acid are you even talking about organics don't spit acid you knave". It's a very specific look and if you blink you might miss it.

"Yeah. Sure."