OPENING LOG: Awakening

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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.

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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.))

Comments

[mccrane]

"It is a nice design," he comments, simply, because it is true. Looking like a police officer when you are a police officer is handy, and there is something...sleek...about the motorcycle detective. He has no extraneous bits, no parts that need to transform into other parts. He simply is.

It's very human, in a way.

It's very human, just like the motion that Gunmax makes with his thumb over the handlebar--a very different motion than McCrane is used to seeing between the two. Gunmax had been more reckless than that, hadn't he?

But perhaps it is the dire circumstances they are in. They're going to need every last resource that they have, if they're going to get back.

He hopes the boss won't worry.

He hopes Seia won't, either.

They'll be home soon.

Gunmax's suggestion catches him off guard, however, and he makes a surprised sound from the back of his throat. "N...no. I would probably use my cable, first."

Or he could carry him, or....whatever was necessary. Perhaps riding on his back would be the most efficient, but with Gunmax, that seemed strange. Gunmax was used to riding. McCrane felt as if he'd been suddenly self-conscious of every bump along the way, if someone like that were on him.

"Its strange," he noted, instead, jumping onto the next subject eagerly, "To be this far from home." Having to consider how dependent they were was not much more comfortable than having to consider towing Gunmax, but it was a subject he'd at least thought on before. They hadn't been built to survive on their own. "However, I did see one human. Earlier. It might be possible that the rest of our team is here, but out of range." He glanced onward, wondering how far this junkyard extended.

"We should cover some distance and try to contact them again."

[engrishdetective]

That's not really something he was expecting to hear out of McCrane. He glances over his shoulder, antenna flicking up in surprise. "Ah-- hm." Usually, he's used to more irriated comments, but something positive just catches him off guard. He should probably thank him.

Instead, he stays quiet, as if embarrassed.

"Hopefully, we won't get to that point, then," he comments about the riding aspect. It'd certainly be less than sleek.

A human, here? So does that mean there's oxygen? He hadn't been worried about such a thing, but now if there's people, that's different. Gunmax scowls behind his visor. "You don't think that maybe Boss is here, too, do you?"

If Yuuta is here... that brings up something nervous sparking across his Super A.I.

[mccrane]

McCrane says nothing more about appearances, or about who will be riding on what. It is unusual enough to be alone with Gunmax, instead of alone with the rest of Build Team. Already, it feels strange to know that, even should a command come through his badge, he won't be able to transform into Build Tiger.

But everything is strange.

"Part of me wants that." If Yuuta is there, then it's possible that everyone is there, somewhere. Perhaps the others have also lost their memories. Perhaps it is only he and Gunmax. "The Brave Police have always been able to accomplish more, together."

He can hear the frown, however, even from back here...

...and he understands it. This environment seems harsh, and dangerous. He wouldn't want Yuuta to be here, unless Yuuta desired it, and...

It did not seem likely that anyone here desired this.

"It is still worth a try."

[engrishdetective]

"Believe me, I know what you mean." On one hand? Without Yuuta or Deckerd, his Max Cannon is going to be useless here. Powerful as it is, without J-Decker, they're not going to get far.

So hopefully they're not going to meet with any nasty opponents.

Still, at the same time, as long as they're where they belong in Nanamagari, it's for the best. McCrane out of the equation for them means no Super Build Tiger, but maybe they can manage. Hard to say.

"Right, right. Hmm, I'm not up for splitting up, but I think after we go over the terrain a bit, we might want to try chatting it up with the locals a bit. Not that I think they're going to be any more native than us."

[mccrane]

It helped, somehow, that Gunmax understood.

They had been in much, much worse situations, but they'd never been in one so remote, or so foreign. He'd never seen a sky like this, before. He'd never, really, been without Build Team.

The fact that Gunmax shared both his predicament and his indecision about finding the others was more than a little comforting, and McCrane appreciated the companionship even as he agreed about the need to split up to investigate.

Their SUPER AI had been virtually created by a relationshipship, after all. It was no surprise that it worked better when there were more of them around.

"After we make the first pass, let's try communicating again. If that does not work, we can split our efforts in order to gather more information." As long as the badges worked, they'd be able to keep in touch if anything went wrong.

((We can wrap this up if you'd like~))

[engrishdetective]

"Sounds like a plan, then. Let me know where you need a drop off, all right?"

Either way, this isn't a simple scenario. Whether the others are here or not, either way they also need to eventually focus on a way back to Nanamagari. Which, that'll be the real trick, depending on how they got here.

It's going to be a very interesting case to try to solve.

[mccrane]

"I will."

He wanted to talk to some of the other robots, he was certain. If they could find some common traits among them, then those might be the key to how they'd gotten there, or what they were supposed to do, now. Anything could help.

For the time being, though, he was simply content to ride behind Gunmax, glad for the familiar face in the midst of such chaos, and pleased to have a working plan.

They could solve this, he knew.

He just hoped that they could solve it quickly, and go home.