re_alignment_logs | WHAT TIME IS IT?

WHO: Fortress Maximus & Entourage
WHERE: Outside the Haven, and that's about as specific as we can get. Generally, south of it.
WHEN Couple days after Max starts organizing things here. Takes place over the course of about a week or so.
WHAT: Max wanted to go exploring and a bunch of people wanted to come with. Sounds like a party.

((OOC; Okay! Few notes on this.

Assume that Max sent out his pings/called everyone/etc/IF YOU WANTED TO COME, YOU GOT CALLED AND WERE AT THE LEAVING GROUP AND LEFT ON TIME. I'm going to be going on Hiatus next week but will totally backtag; I want to get this up ASAP though so we can get started and whatnot.

In general, the characters will be skirting the range of the Link; while they'll be able to keep in touch with the Haven, reception may get occasionally shoddy.

Let's also assume that we can have as many threads in here as we want; insomuch of "IN THIS THREAD THEY FOUND A LANDMARK", "IN THIS THREAD THEY ALL GOT DRUNK AND SHARED CAMPFIRE STORIES", etc etc etc. Because the log takes place over a good period of time I'm not going to bother making an initial set in the body here; I'll be making a thread to start us off, but feel free to start your own. By which I mean DO IT I ONLY HAVE SO MANY IDEAS OF WHAT'LL HAPPEN REALLY DO WHATEVER.))

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Getting everyone and everything together hadn't been too frustrating, and they managed to make decent time on their way out. Not nearly quick enough for Maximus himself, but...once they were moving, it was enough for him. As the Haven began to fade more and more in to the distance, the shining light of Prima's tower remaining the easiest landmark...

//So which one of you is making the map, again?//

Hey, just in case that went out or something. Other than the whole 'charting the area' business.

It was exciting! An expedition! It had been some time since he'd had a spare moment to organize and indulge in something like this. The last time had been the Sea of Rust and --

Oh. A question.

The tank paused.

//You mean we haven't one already prepared?//

So a flying manta ray isn't at all weird, right guys? Because that's what's happening right now. Depth Charge is a giant flying manta ray.

Although frankly in comparison to Perceptor and Fortress Maximus, he's not all that big.

//Maps. Heh.//

That'd be a negative, both of you.

Rocket was one of the smallest of the group it seemed, by far, but that wasn't going to stop him from going. He was getting tired of wandering around the same areas and wanted to get out and explore and do the things he was use to doing.

Perched on top of Fort Max, because he could and he wasn't really going to take no for an answer at the moment even if the other didn't like it, the raccoon rolled his eyes as the subject of a map came up.

"What's the point in exploring if you already have a map?" he asked, tail flicking as he peered over at the other tank before climbing up a bit higher on Fort Max. "Unless one of you robot blokes wants to do it, I can."

Not the smallest, as Four stood at a mighty seven inches tall. Going beyond his usual areas of exploration was a huge step for him, and it made him feel both nervous and excited. He was going on an adventure! His only worry was the fact that he was only seven inches tall: There was the extreme danger that he could get lost out there.

No guts no glory?

At the moment, Four was perched on Fort Max, largely out of sight, and he pulled out his tiny communicator because of his, heh, inability to communicate out loud.

I could create a map, if that's alright with all of you.

He wondered if anyone even knew he was there yet. It'd be funny to see how long he could keep them guessing...

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//Hey, I just don't want any of you slaggers complaining when one of you falls in to a trench you didn't see a minute ago.//

For all of the gruffness, the tank sounded amused. Good company, from what he could tell, even if he'd apparently been designated the transport for the little guy.

Eh, he didn't mind. He couldn't tell where 4 was, though, but clearly he'd made his way to the group.

//Sounds like we've got ourselves a volunteer.//

He made a huffing little noise. Fall in a trench. As if he would be so careless. Even if he didn't see a trench, it wasn't as if his tank mode were incapable of hauling itself back out again. The benefits of being so bulky, he supposed.

//I'm more than capable of escaping a simple trench, thank you.//

There was a voice, yes. Though he wasn't entirely sure where it was coming from. Interesting. That made five...

//Very well. Do forward me the data as you come across it.//

WHAT TIME IS IT?

LEAVING HAVEN

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lolhopeyoudon'tmindapassengerfortmax. Also going to roll with the communications being outloud <3

/creeps in here nervously

I imagine they can be on speakers or something 8) also curses for lack of vehicle mode icons...

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