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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] maxicpolarity 2012-07-04 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
Liege really shouldn't have been taking this much delight in confounding Optimus. He knew he shouldn't, but he really couldn't help himself. It was especially enthralling to watch him get angry, and then temper it...and then get angry again. He was obviously used to self-control...

...which was, as everything, so very like a bot his brother would possess.

Still.

He knew he should at least feel remorse about tormenting a Refugee, even if he wasn't actually feeling that, at all.

He could, at the least, answer Optimus's question.

"As far as I have been able to tell through my readings, there are bizarre, multi-dimensional energy signatures and phase shifts which occur in the light spectra. Sometimes Refugees like you come through. Sometimes it is monsters. Sometimes it is...this." He points to the garbage again. "Thus far, nothing has been able to go back through, though that is a travesty which I intend to reconcile soon. Until that time...you are stuck here."

He purred.

"Would you like another question, or should I take you to Prima now?"