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Re/Aligned Mods ([personal profile] re_alignedmods) wrote in [community profile] re_alignment_logs2012-06-21 04:54 pm

OPENING LOG: Awakening

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.




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.))
sleeping_heart: (CGI: did you call me?)

[personal profile] sleeping_heart 2012-06-25 09:13 am (UTC)(link)
He'd been asleep. He'd been asleep in that room for years, only to finally reawaken in a different world, a dimension far from his own. He was slow to drag himself from sleep's clutches. His eyes refused to open at first and he stared up at the sky for a long while. He could feel his heart had been returned to him but he wasn't fully healed. No, Sora couldn't heal everything, now it was up to him to finish the rest of the job. After all, that's what they had agreed upon, wasn't it.

He feels the hard scrap metal digging into his back and he shifts uncomfortably. He sits up, gingerly testing everything to make sure he's okay, he's in tact and okay. Everything seems to be in working order. Good. He looks around curiously to find the junk pile he's on isn't the only one--it isn't even the tallest one. He doesn't notice the mark on his forearm, glowing.

"Hello? Is anyone else here?"
mccrane: (worried--talking)

[personal profile] mccrane 2012-06-26 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
McCrane, once separated from Gunmax, had been scouting the junk pile as carefully as possible, looking for any clues to his whereabouts or, more importantly, how to get back to Earth.

So far, it had not been going well.

He'd talked to several individuals, and none of them seemed to remember how they'd gotten here. Some of them gave this world a name: Cybertron, but others hadn't even known the name of 'Earth' and he'd been left with the vague, nagging feeling of being completely lost, far from home.

There was nothing to do but keep trying, however.

Sooner or later, he'd find the next important clue, and in the meantime simply keeping busy helped. If he was busy exploring, he didn't have to think about Build Team. If he was busy interviewing others, he didn't have to think about Seia.

If he was busy doing his job...

Well.

Then he was accomplishing something.

And right now, he could hear someone calling out.

Please enjoy the sudden appearance of a 20ft tall robot, looking concerned. "Is everything alright?" he asked, speaking in Japanese.