OPENING LOG: Awakening

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WHO: Everybody!
WHERE: The Junk Pile.
WHEN: Right here, right now.
WHAT: Game opening! Our Heroes find themselves in a strange place not of their own world, however familiar (or not) it may be.

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Consciousness is slow, and a struggle to obtain. The moments before darkness are hazy enough; a great vertigo, a twisting, and then, falling. Falling for what seemed like forever. And when you are finally aware of your surroundings, it is most decidedly not where you came from.

Instead, you are now in what appears to be a wasteland. A wasteland...of junk. Debris as far as you can see, heaped in mini-mountains that offer only so good of a view of the world around you. Perhaps in the distance, you can make out some flatter land, perhaps you can just make out what looks like a crevice - but it's difficult at best. The light here is all wrong, the two greatest sources being a white line in the alien sky that doesn't so much give off light as simply have it - and something in the south that glows like a setting sun.

You may or may not notice it at first, but you, too, have something alien - something on your arm, more likely than not. A marking that glows softly, but offers no clue as to how it got there - no pain, no sensitivity. It's simply there, as you are here.

So.

Now what?

((OOC: This is it, you guys! Have a blast! Please remember to keep everything under the first thread for now; we'll be adding the Firstforged in in a little bit...

OKAY There is now a second thread to post in! Feel free to make new threads there to react to the arrival of the Firstforged, or respond directly to the Firstforged themselves.))

Comments

[raceme]

[He saw you moving, sorry. You are small but you don't look like a scraplet, you didn't try to eat him eat and you look scared, which means you probably aren't that much of a danger.

He's moving in to a kneel, so he can better get a look at the tiny curvature.] What are you...?

[4_toteachus]

[Four peeks cautiously out at him, before disappearing again. A second later, he slowly peers out again, wondering why this monster isn't trying to kill him yet. Part of him wants to inspect this amazing (and terrifying) new discovery, but caution tells him to stay put and hope it goes away.]

[raceme]

[Blurr seems to imagine what's going on in that little head of yours and he tries to look as less threatening as possible.]

I won't hurt you I promise DON'T concern yourself I have to admit that I never saw such smaller mech before E-V-E-N Wheelie is taller than you and he's practically still a scrapling.

[4_toteachus]

[If Four didn't have the ability to record memories, he would have completely missed everything you just said. Luckily he catches on pretty quickly.

What's a mech?

He doesn't have the ability to ask this question though, so he ducks out of sight... only to peer out at Blurr from the other side of the piece of metal Four's hiding behind.]

[raceme]

[That ability will come in handy near Blurr.

Ey where did you g.....oh there.] You are a fast one too uhm? [Blurr smiles.] I like fast. are you -by any chance- a local? I'm not sure how I arrived here and I have an important message to deliver to my superiors.

[4_toteachus]

[Four shakes his head slowly, staring up at the robot with a stunned expression, almost like he's never seen a fast-talking blue giant robot before. Imagine that. He wants to run... but where can he run that the monster can't get him?]

[raceme]

[If Four decides to run away Blurr won't chase him, he won't abuse the bitty ones. does he look like a Decepticon to you?]

You either, uhmm, I have yet to meet one or somebody who know what's going on. [In a quick movement Blurr is now holding a small screen, his data pad. He lowers it to the floor in front of Four. It's showing a picture of Optimus's team.]

Haveyouseenanyofthosemech? The yellow one talks a lot too but he's not as fast as me.

[4_toteachus]

[That's good, because Four really is on the verge of running away.

He draws back when Blurr puts the giant screen close to him, fearing that it is some kind of magical cage, but when nothing happens, he blinks and peers at it. It's... a coloured picture? As someone who is only used to seeing black and white, this is quite the find.

The little stitchpunk shakes his head slowly, no he doesn't recognize anyone there.]

[raceme]

[Yes it shows colored picture, the most scary thing it can do is to show a picture of Sentinel Prime so don't worry.

There goes Blurr's luck.] Oh well I WILL HAVE to keep looking.