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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.))
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[personal profile] angleofscience 2012-06-30 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Following after Starscream and keeping an optic out as they walked, Jetfire shook his helm even if he was walking behind Starscream.

"I'm not asking you to carry it around, you know. Merely to alert me if you find it. I could possibly make a new one, but I do prefer my old rifle." He'd made it when he'd finally become a lot less... passive about fighting. It wasn't a moment he relished remembering, but it had seemed - had been - necessary then, and was still so.

"Over-compensating? It's a perfectly normal size for me, and for what it's made for, Starscream. While I admit making it double-barreled might have been too much, a particle rifle needs to have a minimum size according to the power and energy it creates..." Idly trailing a finger down along the upper edge of Starscream's wing as he spoke, Jetfire just shook his helm at the second comment.

"Why are you assuming it does? And I don't know, obviously, but it would be just as much of a faulty assumption to say it does, as it would be that it doesn't. We don't know, and need more data. To scout out the surroundings before we make pessimistic proclamations of the state of this planet."