re_alignment_logs | The Lay of the Land

WHO: IDW Perceptor and Wing (Semi-closed I guess? poke us if you want in! :D )
WHERE: Liege Maximo's, er, somewhere? (deets TBD)
WHEN: Roughly now.
WHAT: Perce and Wing talk about making maps /wink?
WARNINGS: None yet.

Wing had absolutely meant it when he said he'd deliver all of his topographical survey data to Preceptor personally. And he'd meant it when he said it'd be good to have maps of the area accessible to everyone, particularly to newcomers who needed orientation--literally and figuratively. But that didn't stop him from having a bit of an ulterior motive for this venture. In truth, he was eager for more news and information on the post-war situation and admittedly curious regarding the first of Drift's crewmates that he'd met. Certainly he loved talking with Drift about all of these things, but he liked to get a wider perspective on things as well.

So there he is, jetting over the white peaks on his way to Leige Maximo's fortress. Since he's not certain what part of the fortress Perceptor has taken up residence, he notifies the other mech of his pending arrival when the fortress comes into sight. He lands gently out front, red highlights flashing as he leaves his sleek altmode, and strides towards the entrance hall.

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As soon as he receives the ping Perceptor abandons his makeshift lab, heading for the front entrance. As much as he honestly wished to aid with the map making effort, needed something to keep himself busy, part of him was... curious. Wing was an unknown. Someone from Drift's past, a possible source of insight.

It was selfish, perhaps, but it was also satisfying his curiosity while being productive. Perceptor couldn't resist.

Her carried with him a datapad, cataloging his current efforts to map out the area around Liege Maximo's temple as well as the labyrinth inside, clutching it like an excuse as he stepped out into the entrance hall.

"Ah... Wing?"

Wing moves through the portico and towards the entrance hall, briefly backlit by the light reaching from Prima's quadrant. His pinions flick, gold optics glowing with curiosity as he enters the hall and greets the scientist.

"Perceptor. It's wonderful to meet you. I hope you're settling in alright?"

"Likewise, Wing."

Perceptor can't help but give Wing a once-over, taking in his chassis. It's both familiar and unique at once, and if he wasn't quite so unsure how to proceed he'd be stepping forward to get a better look.

"I am. It has been... interesting, to say the least."

Hardly his idea of a fun time, but he's adaptable.

"Would you like to accompany me to my lab?"

'His' lab. More like the room he'd ended up squatting in from need of proper facilities.

If Wing notices the once-over he doesn't show it. If anything it's become pretty standard in this place where most everyone one was new and interesting. So Wing is doing much the same thing to Perceptor. Notably, the targeting reticule is a surprise given what little he knew of Perceptor as a scientist.

"It's not something you can easily capture with one sentence, is it?" He shakes his helm briefly. "I woke up out in the Junk Pile at the same time as a bunch of others. No communicator either. It was...a bit chaotic until the First Forged arrived."

It was better than his alternative at the time however.

"By all means." Wing's tone is congenial as he moves to Perceptor's side. "Please lead on!"

"Ah. I did not have the benefit of awakening with others."

Just the Acolytes, and they were... a unique challenge unto themselves.

He feels a little out of place next to Wing, blocky and cumbersome next to the sleek angles of the flier, and he can't help but watch the other Cybertronian out of the corner of his optics as he leads them deeper into the temple.

"I'm afraid I have not been particularly successful at organizing a cohesive selection of maps. Most of my focus has been on Liege Maximo's temple, given the rather unique architecture."

"I would have preferred your experience actually." A heady laugh, but one edged with irony. "A Japanese robot tried to arrest me, a human tried to set me on fire and Drift...Drift telling me to get away because he was dying of the Red Rust..." His voice goes quiet, there's a pinch of pain that he cannot hide but he tries not to let it dampen the conversation. "I think the most normal conversation I had that day was with a Decepticon Seeker."

Wing's gait is easy and smooth, his step comparatively light. The white flight panels on his back twitch and shuffle at the memories of the past times he's been here.

"A more than reasonable place to start, given it's your residence unless you choose another." He glances up at the architecture of the walls, so different from Vector's tower. "I've only been here twice before--a refueling station and the wash racks, and I had to be led both times."

He splits a grin at that actually, "Speaking of, you've seen the wash racks right? I will admit a fairly rabid sense of envy at hot springs and full spa facilities. No other temple has them that I know of."

His response gives Perceptor reason to pause, his expression momentarily downcast. He was familiar with Drift's rather drawn-out brush with the Red Rust and his own relative uselessness.

"What few Decepticons we have here seem rather congenial as a whole."

Which in itself was a little baffling. Despite the war being over, the Decepticon population had a tendency for... less than stellar behavior. Perceptor would have assumed that in a situation like this, with so many individuals from various universes, more trouble would have been stirred by this point.

"I'm afraid I have not," he admits, glancing down at his own hands. His chassis, while not filthy, bear the sure signs of prolonged work both in the lab and in the junk pile. Well, not he certainly feels self-conscious.

"I have been rather distracted."

Wing is not keen on remembering it: meeting Drift, what was hours of separation for Wing full centuries for Drift...which was nothing compared to his untimely death.

"Indeed. I think there are those that are tired of war, those who aren't sure what they're fighting for anymore and some who are just sensible enough to seek any kind of allies in a strange place." He shrugs gently. "The dissolution of the factions would suit me perfectly fine to be honest. I'm simply surprised there haven't been more power plays."

"Well you have reason to look forward to a visit now." Wing grins openly, no sign of any judgement regarding his company's maintenance or lack there of.

"Junk Pile scavenging certainly makes it a more frequent necessity than usual, one I can't exactly get away with skipping." He shrugs, his gesture obviously indicating the dominating bright white of his frame.

"I have to say, the substance humans call 'ketchup' is the possibly the more vile of all organic things I have encountered." He's only half joking.

The Lay of the Land

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Behold my flashy entrance! /super dork powers activate

Behold my lateness! /flops over fatly

LOL, Perce has learned some tact since he met Drift. XD

Juuust enough to get by.

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