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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.))
invisiblepinkboat: (Pink boat best alt - still competent)

[personal profile] invisiblepinkboat 2012-06-28 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"If anything, getting a look at things beyond all this gargage could give some more clues... and maybe help to get home." She looke dup at the sky again, and then around them.

"Splitting would cover more ground. I assume you're looking for others you know as well? I hope you find someone at least," Elita said with a nod, back-mounted panels shifting with her own... Not exactly unhappiness at being alone as of yet, more like... displeased.

She could do solo-jobs, but she'd been working with a crew and backup and friends for over a decade now.
mccrane: (Smile--gonna walk away)

[personal profile] mccrane 2012-06-29 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Those are my thoughts exactly." He offered a smile, finally, feeling comfortable enough around Elita to do so. "If I find out anything, I will attempt to contact you again.

He bowed his head, and slung his shotgun over his shoulder.

"I hope there will be familiar faces for both of us. Good luck?" He hoped that luck was something alien races had, and that she'd understand what he meant by it.

Giving her a quick salute, nevetheless, McCrane turned to continue on his way.