Just Like Home (open)

[idle_time]

WHO: Wreck-Gar and whoever comes his way
WHERE: The Junkpile
WHEN Sometime after Wreck-Gar learned of the Junkpile from Soundwave
WHAT: Wreck-Gar explores the Junkpile.
WARNINGS: Wreck-Gar remains as moderately comprehensible as ever when talking.


Cybertron. It was not Wreck-Gar's, and even if it were, it was not his world in the first place. Blaster's cassette Rewind had once theorized that the Junkions, along with some of the other robot-races of the galaxy, were descended from Cybertronians who had left the planet during its numerous Great Wars. Wreck-Gar, though, had never been much for reruns, and only occasionally appreciated a retrospective, and had opted not to give much thought to the matter. He was content to be an ally to Rodimus Prime and his Autobots, when it did not distract from his responsibilities to his people. He owed them much, for helping the Junkions step into the future and opening vast trade routes that had made them a very rich people indeed.

This, however, was not that Cybertron. And Wreck-Gar was utterly uncertain of his place here. His people needed him, and he missed his friends, and his main squeeze, Nancy. But most of all, he missed his home, the Planet of Junk. The massive fields of junk, as far as the eye could see, the vast sorting machines, the soft crunch of compacted metal and plastics under his feet, the warm glow of televisions scavenged from the junk and loving restored to functional condition, the gentle hum of the planetary power sources.

But here, in the Junkpile... this felt like familiar territory. He walked through it, looking this way and that, pausing once and a while to dig into a pile and pull something out, sometimes tossing it away, sometimes letting the junk just run through his fingers.

"Ooooh, Luuuucy," he said, to no one in particular, "I'm hoooOOOoome."

Comments

[not_halfbaked]

Korra perked up from her junk diving, startling at the noise, those words--

"Hello, who's there?" She called. And frowned. "You're looking for, uh, 'Lucy?'"

[idle_time]

It's a human! Wreck-Gar perks up. He likes humans. They invented all his favorite TV shows.

He shook his head. "Just happy to be come on down to this locality. Junkpiles just like mom used to make."

[not_halfbaked]

"You have a mom?"

[idle_time]

Certainly, Wreck-Gar did have someone who made him. Whether or not this was a mother, he couldn't say.

"Perhaps a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away," he offered.

He looked the human over. "...Do I know you from somewhere? Have you been on TV?"

[not_halfbaked]

"What's 'TV?'"

[idle_time]

How can anyone not know what TV is?!

"Television? The telly? The Boob Tube? The small screen?"

[not_halfbaked]

The last words sorta clicked for Korra. "'Small screen?' Like a mini movie theatre?" Who would want a mini movie theatre? Big was cool!

[idle_time]

"Ding ding ding, let's give the lady a prize!"

[not_halfbaked]

"Why would you want a small screen?"

[idle_time]

"I'll take "things you watch" for $300, Alex."

[not_halfbaked]

"Wait, who's Alex?"

[idle_time]

"Alex Trebek. The host of Jeopardy. Coming to you at 7:00 pm every week day, only on CBS."

i still owe you a tag in the other place too ;-;

[whirlybird_of_prey]

A newly flight-capable Whirl is testing his flight capability. Because he can. So he circles around, like the vulture that he is, when he sees the weird not-Autobot digging in the junk.

"Keep digging, and maybe you'll dig your way home."

Yeah, not his best line. He's still wobbly.

Re: i still owe you a tag in the other place too ;-;

[idle_time]

Wreck-Gar gives this a bit of thought. "Could always try digging a hole to China?"

[whirlybird_of_prey]

"Who's China?"

You are confusing him. Well done!

[idle_time]

Wreck-Gar has that affect on people. Rodimus Prime was one of the few people who really seemed to understand what he was talking about.

"I'll take "Countries of Earth" for $100."

[whirlybird_of_prey]

W-what?

"Yeah. Okay. Look. You...doing anything out here?" Other than weirding him out?

[idle_time]

Wreck-Gar made an expansive gesture, taking in the whole of the junkpile. "Just like home," he said, maybe just a little sad.

"Looking to find a good deal on a TV set."

[ex_dishonestly997]

"Are you looking for anything in particular?"

Starscream had landed nearby, lightly, cautiously. He always approached his first physical meeting with people with caution - bad juju followed him everywhere, echoes of other Starscreams and their actions that he had to be aware of.

But he could make useful time out of this. Hopefully.

[idle_time]

G-g-g-ghost! Or possibly Old Man Jenkins. Wreck-Gar wasn't entirely certain on that one.

"I've come In Search Of... a television set! Fifty-seven thousand channels. But no HBO. That costs extra."