OPENING LOG: Awakening

[re_alignedmods]

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.))

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Joint Post for Interactions with Drift & Annie (After Wheeljack interaction)

[clay_doll]

After Wheeljack had gotten both of them free from the sheets of metal, there was a need to learn more information about this strange place. The heap on which they had found themselves was so huge it could be better described as a mountain all its own. In the distance, there were various shapes, but the landscape was entirely foreign to Annie despite the fact that she recognized some rather unusual objects among the discarded items on which they are moving.

Far too afraid to be left alone here, Annie has been following Drift. Doing her best to keep up with a being of Drift's size, she has to hurry along as she is not even tall enough to reach his knee joint. Of course while moving over such a haphazardly stacked heap, some items are bound to come loose. One such item slides right out from sticking into the pile as she tries to hop up onto it to follow at a higher level. In her rush, Annie had not quite had her balance, and so as the support beneath her feet drops out, she drops with it.

Letting out a high-pitched scream of fright as she falls, Annie drops downwards along the side of the junk pile. With momentum carrying her and knocking smaller items loose as she passes, she slides down along on her side with her pink jacket pulling up and trailing under her arm.

let me know if this is okay

[sword_redemption]

Drift is exploring. Well, as much as you can explore while half blind, and determined to avoid your own kind.

Because giving someone a terminal illness was really a lousy greeting.

The scream behind him startles him--he whirls, one hand on his sword, ready to draw the blade. He blinks, fast, to try to clear his optics, catching sight of something pink and non-Cybertronian. It was the creature.

He lunges forward, trying to scoop the thing up before it can fall of the lip of metal.

Looks perfect to me~

[clay_doll]

Nearly skidding right off the end of a larger metal object that would mean a nasty drop after, the girl's scream ends as she is caught in the metallic hand with a brief rush of air knocked out of her. Opening her eyes again after her momentum has fully ceased, she tilts her head back and looks up towards Drift with some of her dark hair sliding from over her face. Her hands shake as she moves, but she reaches to grasp a hold of the servo supporting her and manages to speak up in a quiet voice.

"T-thank you... Are...are you alright?"

[sword_redemption]

He cocks his head. "Me? I'm fine....enough." You know, with his parts rusting out in his systems.

"I wasn't the one who almost fell." Let's have this talk of 'are you all right' aimed in the right direction.

[clay_doll]

Weakly, she answers, "You could have fallen though...t-trying to catch me I mean." Even though she is not familiar with robots or Cybertronians, she has figured out that he should likely not have that fluid running out from the joints in his armor. It simply doesn't look right. As such, she didn't want him putting himself through any trouble for her.

She really wasn't worth the effort, even if she does appreciate it.

Not yet moving from his hand, she confirms that she herself is unharmed, "But...I-I'm alright."

[sword_redemption]

"I wouldn't fall." He's not arguing, not with any real rancor. It would take more than a pile of junk and an incurable plague to take him out.

He...hopes.

"And I could take that fall better than you could."

See? Logic.

"What are you doing here, anyway? It's really not safe out here."

[clay_doll]

Annie certainly doesn't have enough courage to counter his statement that he could take the fall better than her, especially considering she had never taken a real tumble herself. She had no proof or reason to push, and thus let it drop. Everything had turned out alright for the both of them after all.

Straightening up slightly as he asks her about why she is there on the junk pile, she quickly drops her gaze downwards in a bashful manner and draws her hands back from his servo to instead clutch together against her chest. Briefly struggling to find the right words, she forces the sounds out, "I...I shouldn't be here. I-I know that. But...I have no where to go. I don't even know where I am."

[sword_redemption]

He can handle a lot. Because he keeps throwing himself into dangerous situations. A simple fall? Not a problem.

"I'm not sure there's any place to go right now. But we can find something." Build something, if they needed to. He could do that much, he hoped, in the time he had left.

"I think finding a name for this place is less important than getting you some place safe." And he's bigger, so his opinion matters more. Also, he's oozing. You don't want to argue with the leaking robot, would you?

[clay_doll]

She won't argue with him unless trying to get her somewhere safe causes him trouble or puts him in any danger. Should that happen, she'll retreat and do her best to handle the fear she has at the possibility of being on her own in this strange place.

Reaching her hand over once more to touch flat against his servo, she looks up at him with an almost pleading expression. She wants him to tell her the truth when she asks, "...is...is it really alright for me to stay with you?"

[4_toteachus]

Four watched her fall. He had seen several humans fall during his lifetime, and most of the time they never got back up again. The tiny stitchpunk took several cautious steps forward to peer over a tire at the girl, hoping that she was okay. He had always hoped that they would be okay.

He wasn't curious enough to come out of hiding yet, he wanted to see first if she was dangerous. Of course, it was hard to tell with humans if they were dangerous or not just by looking at them, Four learned this through reading. Four wasn't completely sure if this human was really trustworthy though, because she was following a robot around. Who does that? Because of that robot, Four decided that he'll stay out of sight for now.

He'll just observe her, and see what she does from afar.

[raceme]

[The scream was what caught Blurr attention, that was never a good sign and he was trained to reach quickly to help those in danger. He saw the little organic fall and the blue mech rushed to see if she was okay. Blurr had a bad history with humans, adults ones at least, but he was an Elite Guard agent and he was meant to protect others.]

[clay_doll]

Rather soon after Drift had caught her, or rather right after, another robot came up with surprising speed to their location. The sound of his approach causes her to twist to look while settled close with Drift, and with a flinch, she startles from the sudden arrival. She has no idea whether or not the bot has any intent to harm either of them, but she leans in closer to the white mech carrying her.

Though her clothes are twisted out of place still, Annie appears to be intact on the whole at the very least.

[sword_redemption]

Drift sees the blur of the approach at the last klik--a little flash of blue. It reminded him of Blurr, racing through the darkened streets of Cybertron when he'd last seen him.

He stumbles backwards, ankle catching on a jagged edge, trying to step away from the other's path. He doesn't lose his balance--just barely.

"Stay back!"

[raceme]

[His engine is designed to reach high speed in nanosecons and stop just as fast, so he comes to halt immediately.

It seems like the little organic has someone to look after her already, that's a good thing. Now that Blurr stopped moving the Autobot insignia in his chest would be much easier to spot as well. Blurr notices the stumble and wonders if the other mech is injured.]

Designation...?

[clay_doll]

With a high-pitched squeak, Annie manages to keep her grip on Drift's shoulder as he stumbles backwards, though her legs still slide out from under her in the process. She simply hadn't been ready for the quick movement. As such, she drops to hang from her arms against the back of his shoulder with a light knock against his armor in the process.

Though a little startled, as long as Drift holds still for her, she'll release one hand from her original point of grip to reach to the side and pull herself back up using her arms. She has the strength to get herself up rather quickly, and as soon as she is, she takes her previous position there on his shoulder with a quiet sigh of relief.

She'll get the hang of this!

As she settles on his shoulder again, Annie looks towards the blue bot. She...has no idea what 'designation' means so she'll let Drift answer.

[sword_redemption]

Drift doesn't move, waiting for Annie to get herself secured again. He sees the Autobot insignia, which is a comfort, in a way, but not in two other ways. One: this isn't his Blurr and two: Drift has the Red Rust.

"Drift," he says. "And you need to stay back."

[raceme]

Drift? Blurr have heard about a bot with that name under, the one who's Dai Atlas's care no less, but he never met him. What he heard, however, is that Drift was much younger that the mech in front of him. He keeps his distance from the pair, studying the mech up and down and finally frowning slightly. He seems to be the one injured. Is that cosmic rust?

I am Agent Blurr member of the Elite Guard a intelligence gathering body that exists within the Autobot fraction. [He pulls out what looks to be like a mini screen, showing his logo and badge. See? He got proofs.] Your name sounds airmail but I don't think we met before I'm sure I would remember a face like yours no offense intended I am good at faces that's all Are you injuredisthatcosmicrust?

Feel free to skip my post for a bit while the two talk if you'd like <3

[clay_doll]

Sitting herself up a little straighter as Blurr begins to speak using more than a single word, Annie is stunned by how fast he talks. Even more amazing is that once he finishes, she thinks she heard most of what he said even if she didn't understand all of the terms.

As it seems that the bot is not interested in her, Annie remains quiet and merely looks between Drift and Blurr as the conversation continues.

[dontasktrix]

Slipstream had already met Wheeljack and Wing; but it wasn't like she was with either of them, more than she was stuck here with everyone. There were a variety of movements and sounds that reached her sensors; the scraping and screaming was just one of the more recent.

Slipstream had her own trouble, the small-to-mid-sized debris getting into her thruster-heels as long as she was on foot for one. Her right thruster was jammed, preventing flight, for the present, but she'd been doing her best to look like it was all on purpose. She wasn't as obvious a target on the ground, as Wing had suggested.

So, her moving toward the noise to find a sorta- messy bot and what looked like an organic from Earth, was strictly in self-interest. Not that she was The Ego, but people were more easily manipulated when in trouble. They had needs, as she unfortunately knew. There was potential for making allies of strangers, if a bot wasn't too heavy-handed about it.

So, she tried to look as wholesome and uninjured as a nine-mechanometer Seeker with a bad right thruster could, as she approached. She tried English, or what passed as English in 22nd Century Detroit, "Hey. What's the scrap here? Not exactly in Kansas, right?" So, she didn't have any practice talking to Earthlings. She wasn't even sure either of these two knew about Earth.

you realize you are the first female robot he's seen?

[sword_redemption]

Drift had been trying to avoid the jet, for the jet's own good, but when it started talking he had no choice.

He kept his distance, hoping it would be enough, and hoping Annie wouldn't go too far.

He has no idea where Kansas was, though. "Or Messatine. It looks worse than Cybertron when I saw it last."

[clay_doll]

The approach of the other bot, one that looks quite different in body structure, is more than reason enough for Annie to stick close to Drift. In fact, she's hurrying to catch up to him that last little distance. Having at least learned not to rush quite as much, she keeps one hand against the junk in addition to her feet as she climbs.

Reaching Drift, Annie ducks behind his leg. It is sufficient enough cover for the small girl to hide as much as she wants from the approaching jet, yet hearing the jet speak to them creates curiosity in her. Leaning around the side of the leg with her hands against Drift's armor, the girl looks towards the jet with purple, black, and teal coloring.

It sounded like...a woman. Could robots be female?

gender issues, yay! ;P

[dontasktrix]

The bot didn't look to be in the best shape. "Is it catching?" She asked, and the tone probably was rather patronizing. Though making light of suffering seemed preferable to showing fear or disgust here. He was armed, and he had swords, too. She was not looking to get into close-quarters combat with some infected Cyber-ninja, or whatever, especially not with a thruster out.

The little organic seemed sensible, with the three-point stabilization and programming- instinct to hide from large foes. There was something irritating about it, though. "Don't you think it's off-putting when you cower like that?" She asked, "You don't see me squealing, afraid you'll crawl on me with your organic slime!" Though, she was pretty sure little girls didn't really have slime, at least not that could actually harm Cybertronian plating, right?

"You are a girl? From Earth?" Hard to tell with juveniles, they were like protoforms, except completely not; they hadn't quite filled out into their adult moulds, yet.

[sword_redemption]

"Yes." He'd go into more detail but, well, it was gross. At least this jet had put the pieces together.

"Infected the entire facility. Except the medics." Because they were special, he thought. That's what First Aid had said, more or less--that the medics, being forged, had some immunity.

He wasn't forged; not living in the gutters.

Drift frowned, one hand closing over a sword hilt. "She's just scared. There's no need to talk to her like that." He looked...well, horrifying, and Annie was small and fragile looking--scared seemed pretty reasonable a response.

[clay_doll]

Listening to the bots talk briefly regarding Drift's condition, Annie begins to wonder more about it. The concept of a disease that spreads between them is new to her. There is no reason it would be impossible of course, considering the fact they are huge, living machines. She simply had not thought of it until now.

When the jet turns her attention to the girl, Annie is rather taken aback by the initial words directed at her. Shrinking back almost completely behind Drift's leg, she really does consider just hiding entirely and letting the bots talk.

However, the sight of Drift closing his hand on the hilt of his sword is far more alarming--she doesn't want to be the cause of a fight between them!

Although her knees don't feel very steady, she forces herself to step out to where she becomes visible to the jet even as she keeps a hand solidly against Drift's leg. The contact with him is steadying for her, and would give him information about her location without having to look down to check on her. Answering the jet, she hopes to help calm things even when she can only muster a quiet voice, "...y-yes. I...I am from Earth. A-a city called Gotham."

[dontasktrix]

Slipstream suppressed a prompt to cringe at the description of the outbreak, but her wings did make a brief flutter at her back. "Maybe you should put something on that." Not that she really thought it would help. "Polish, or water?" Something to make it not spread, especially with the whole sword-readiness.

"Doesn't really look like you can protect her forever." And then, Slipstream gave a shrug and looked farther down, to the girl. "Do you really think it smart for her to show weakness here."

For all Slipstream knew, the girl could have super powers, or reverse-engineered gadgets capable of putting up a fight, but she didn't see any evidence of it. Evidence, in general, was lacking around here.

She nodded slightly, very slightly, but it was a kind of acknowledgement. There was a difference between being weak and showing weakness, and shows of weakness were generally got Decepticons demoted. Slipstream didn't need any reminders of what Starscream's failings had earned him. The glitch!

"Is Gotham near Detroit?" Slipstream hadn't heard of it, but every bit of data could potentially inform her of her predicament. She had no working hypothesis beyond the idea that some sort of time travel might be involved, or that not everybot remembered Cybertron the same way.