re_alignment_logs | 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.))

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Noisy Boy would hardly be insulted by it; he wasn't designed to be self-sufficient. Even Zeus wasn't, for all his independence in the ring. It's just the way of things for him. But without a handler here, he's... not entirely sure what to do. Sooner or later his battery will run out of charge and then. He doesn't know.

That's a worry for later though. He'd been fully charged when he arrived and hadn't done anything overly strenuous to run his battery down.

Noisy, at something of a loss of how to take the device, presses his forearms together and holds them out. Though he does tilt his head slight, pistons whining. What is it?

Solus earned herself an arched brow, and a brief look. //I wonder what he was designed for - it seems a debilitating lack of functionality.//

And there's the mech agreeing with it, in his own way - after a moment, Vector (slowly) starts to reach for him, clearly intending on taking matters in to his own hands.

Literally.

//My thanks, Solus; I won't ask you to stay.//

If she wants to, that's entirely different, but there's no doubt that she has her own matters to attend to.

She catches the gesture and smiles a final time, even while moving check up on the others who linger around the edge of the area.

"That should assist you in communicating with the others here, once Vector has assisted you with linking it to your systems. You should fare well, and perhaps I will hear from you soon."

She nods.

//I haven't much idea yet, though I have suspicions. Do let me know what you find out, brother. My curiosity has been roused with this one.//

Chuckling quietly, she departs, leaving Noisy Boy to Vector's care.

Noisy Boy tracks the first one as she departs. Solus, the other one - Vector, was it? - had called her. Well. At least their names are reasonable. If only he could say as much for everything else about them. He'd love to know just who built them and for what... and a host of other things.

For the moment it has to wait. Because that is a large hand, headed straight for him. He knows Vector said they weren't interested in harming him, and he's hardly the sort to be really afraid.

But he can't help a twinge of worry, even as he holds still.

It's with a careful gentleness that Vector makes to lift one of Noisy Boy's arms - he hardly needs more than a finger to do it - and hold it in place as he reaches to place the device on his forearm's armor. This version is magnetized to hold itself in place once it meets something other than Vector, and from there was designed to interface with what electrical currents it can find.

Not a proper installation, but an Acolyte can finalize it. This, hopefully, will at least allow them to communicate properly.

For being so big, this bot is surprisingly gentle with him. Though he appreciates it more than he could convey; Noisy Boy has had his fill of having his arms ripped off. The device that Vector had offered snaps onto his forearm, circuits just below his composite armor tingling. Solus said it would help with communication - not a bad thing here, really... though it's probably not up to code with the WRB even so. He looks from the device to Vector for a moment.

He's never had the opportunity to talk before, in any way but with motion and the sound of his own gears and pistons. He's not sure what to do with it first.

Does he need further guidance, then? Vector tilts his helm, looking somewhere between amused and confused.

"Try to communicate," he suggests. "It will serve as thy vocalizer, for now, should thou instructest too - think of it as another appendage."

It'll take some doing, no doubt, but once he gets the hang of it...

Another appendage. That's supposed to help with communication. The hum of his pistons and ticking of his gears had served him well before now... maybe this is something like that?

Vocalizers have been mentioned several times to him. Mostly in reference to him not having one - or having a broken one, which was odd. He's not sure how that would work, exactly.

But something else... Noisy Boy automatically and constantly streams data to his diagnostics screen about his current state. Maybe if he can send something like that out.

He manages to send out a short burst transmission. It's not speech but text: I am not accustomed to this.

OPENING LOG: Awakening

IT'S ALL GOOD. ROBOTS DO WHAT THEY WANT.

WOOO

/bows out~

/waves to

♥! ALSO JAYDE IF THIS WON'T WORK, I CAN EDIT IT IF YOU POKE ME BEFORE YOU TAG BACK.

THIS WORKS FOR ME JUST FINE ♥

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