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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.))
angleofscience: (Autobrand - true allegiance)

[personal profile] angleofscience 2012-07-04 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Jetfire frowned at the comment, optics dimming slightly. That had been his theory as well, and it didn't please him at all to have that (maybe more than) possible outcome be the actual one. Hopefully time did not synch up, and there was still time to return and do what he might have to do...

(He'd rather sacrifice himself than a whole planet, after all.]

"Perhaps. Do you know if the time here flows the same as elsewhere, or if all realities are... ah, temporally disconnected from each other?" Even as he asked, Jetfire nodded and warmed up his flight systems, rising up from the pile he'd been standing on and hovering above it, ready to take off when Liege left.

"Certainly, and I... look forward to rendering what assistance I can," Jetfire said with a dip of his helm. He was looking forward to it, but he'd noted the choice of words and felt some faint impulse of wariness bubble up.

No reason to do anything further about it than note it and consider it in the context it came up; there was no proof for anything else.
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[personal profile] maxicpolarity 2012-07-06 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Since no one has been able to return, I can't give you information on the timestream one way or another. However, I suspect we'll find out, once we begin working on controlling the Lambda."

He can certainly tell the reason you are asking. In his experience, most mechs don't relish the idea of destroying an entire world--especially through their absence.

Still, he does appreciate your relative eagerness.

"I look forward to your capable assistance, as well," he smiles, managing what actually seems to be a comforting smile. He wants to keep you, so he sees no reason to scare you off just yet.

"Until then." And he'd nod to you, once, before moving off further into the junk.