re_alignment_logs | Intrepid explorers!

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Intrepid explorers!

WHO: Blurr and Cliffjumper
WHERE: Out in the wilderness, in a building they've found.
WHEN: Now~
WHAT: ADVENTURE. Exploring! TRAPS. So many traps.
WARNINGS: Nothing, really.

The structure had looked like a heap of boulders or a small hill at first, but when they got closer it was obvious it wasn't. Question was just what a building, especially a somewhat disguised one was doing out here in the middle of the literal nowhere.

Frowning as he landed from having had a look from the top, Cliffjumper shrugged.

"Either it ain't too big, or it might go down underground." It might be bigger inside, otherwise it couldn't hold more than at the most three rooms, maybe. Three kind of small rooms for someone of average size, three average rooms for someone his and Blurr's size.

"... So, what'd we do?" He couldn't help the scowl as he eyed the rather well-disguised entrance. He just didn't trust this situation, the building, whatever might be inside... but he also didn't feel it safe to just leave the building without having checked said inside.

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Blurr cursed out loud. It was pretty colorful and it could embarrass a Wrecker. He didn't do it often but sometimes even he needed to vent and this was the perfect moment for it.

"One by one then. But those are large and THERE AREN'T all that many tiles left, only 18. We need to get it right in less than that." Blurr turned to face the keys again. "There must be some sort of way to do this right, it can't be only by chance, Tehran must be..."

Perhaps if he repeated it enough times it would be true.

"And it's random as well, what tiles get chosen... least I fraggin' well hope it is," Cliffjumper said, pointing at the tiles that were gone; the patches of darkness were spread out in a hap-hazard pattern, not all of them clumped together at the opposite end of the corridor.

Cliffjumper declined to say that given that every single one they got wrong could mean the tiles they stood on by this door could disappear... it wasn't necessary.

"Well, I think you're right the worn ones ought to be included, though if more than that shoúld be or not... and what slagging song it wants as well." Glaring angrily at the door and the lock, Cliffjumper shifted slightly on his feet, unable to quite stand still.

This wasn't good.

Blurr quickly caught up on the implication of the tiles disappearing in random places. He looked down at the ones under their wheels, frowned and then looked up.

"Then we need a plan B. Wouldn't you have a hook with a robe or some sort of weapon in your subspace that _{we could stick to the} ceiling and hold onto in case we can't figure out the code in time?"

"... uh, no." Blurr would have to excuse the slightly incredulous look Cliffjumper gave him at that question, shaking his helm. "While I did pick up a length of chain and some other things instead of all my weapons, I ain't got somethin' like that."

He sighed, a bit aggravated, though more at the situation than anything else.

"We're just gonna have to chance it." But actually continuing pressing the keys now that he knew there was a trap felt like willingly stepping further into the trap itself. But it wasn't as if there was anything else to do.

It was a legit question to him, you where the one with the subspace not him. Blurr raised his hands into a 'well, sorry' gesture. His energy chainsaw is not strong to pierce and get stick to the walls of the building, he knew that much.

"I'm a it reluctant to go and press random keys, Cliff."

He sighed, shaking his helm and gave Blurr an apologetic glance.

"Yeah, me too. But... what else choice do we got?" With a grim grumble of his engine, Cliffjumper straightened up, took a step closer to the door and the keypad, and flicked out a short tune, hoping, but knowing it wouldn't be the right one.

Because why would it be?

He shrugged, understanding. They were all tense and worried, at least they weren't yelling.

A piece of the floor, on the right, disappeared. However, it did it at a slower peace than the last time. "Odd. This time it didn't move so fast what could...? Could that mean that some of the notes were right? "

Might still yet get there, but hopefully they wouldn't, after the brief bout of yelling they did earlier in the room behind them.

Looking back when Blurr spoke, Cliffjumper frowned.

"... As possible as anythin' else, especially since the other piece didn't go that slow. Question is just which of them were right, and which other keys beside those are right..." Scowling, Cliffjumper glared at the keypad, hovering his fingers over the keys he'd pressed for Blurr's benefit if he'd missed them earlier.

Blurr appreciated the gesture and paid attention to which keys were pressed, mentally running all the possible combinations.

"We don't have much option but keep trying and wish the luck is on our side. As bad as this i0,s so far we've been lucky. "They were a lie and not crushed, that was 'lucky' in Blurr's standards.

"I will press the first key you touched but change the order of the rest. Keep a look at the floor?"

Well, Cliffjumper would agree that they were lucky; neither of them had been so much as lightly injured so far, not to talk about gravely such, not for the lack of trying on the part of all these traps.

"By Primus, I certainly slaggin' hope so, don't think luck is too much to ask for," muttered Cliffjumper and then turned partway around so he could face the corridor behind them.

"Right, shoot."

And while the first two were wrong, at least the tiles that disappeared were on the far end of the corridor. The third, however...

"Fraggin' pit---!" Squawking, Cliffjumper jumped back from the tile he stood on and crowded up next to Blurr as his tile decided to disappear. "Slag-drippin', rust-afflicted... Try again." The last was said through gritted teeth, muffling the words slightly.

Because what else was there to do, really?

"Areyousureyouareokay?" Blurr's immediate reaction upon seeing that was to reach out and hold Cliffjumper close to make sure he did not fall. They ended in a somewhat awkward position but he hoped Cliff didn't mind of the proximity.

"I..okay let's try one more time." And Blurr really hope this time the door opens before they fall to an imminent death.

If he was okay? Not really, but at least he was alive, and for that he'd stand as close as he needed. At least they had more space on their tile due to their differeing frame designs than they otherwise might have had.

"Well, I didn't fraggin' fall and ya know, that's as good as it gets right now." Scowling into the dark hole to their right, Cliffjumper huffed and nodded.

"Nothing much else to do, unless we wanna stand here until he run out of energy," said Cliffjumper with a grim, lopsided smile as he bobbed his helm in a nod, keeping his optics behind and under them to see what tile moved next...

The short melody Blurr punched in was of course unfamiliar to either of them, but some others might have recognised it, strangely enough, as a few chords from a rock song on Earth... though not any Earth in a cybertronian reality.

And this time, no tile disappeared but rather the lock spun and retreated into the door, and the door slid aside.

"Finally!"

"No, running out of energy doesn't sound like a good strategy." Playing the music game didn't either, but there was no option. Blurr was so surprised that it took his processor a few seconds to react.

"Ahhh~It WORKED!"

Who would have guessed, he heard that song once but he can't remember the planet he was at the time. Blurr smiled and Cliff and then look inside the room, trying to be extra careful.

It was a huge room, clearly made by someone almost 50 times their size. There was light coming from above, a misty blue ray of light that shined over some sort of box in the middle of the room. The box was on top of a very large pillar -like structure. And behind that there was another door, smaller, and with a small window that showed the exterior.

Cliffjumper, however, compared to Blurr and what the situation so far ought to have instilled in him, pulled Blurr inside soon after the door was completely opened, because frag if he was going to stand in that corridor much longer!

"Not a moment too soon, too. I wouldn't want to have found out if the next tile to disappear would be the one we stood on," said Cliffjumper with a scowl, glaring around the faintly blue-toned room and stomping closer to the pillar.

But he did stop a fair bit away from it, so that was something at least?

"... If that thing don't cough up, I dunno, a transwarp portal to each of our realities, I ain't sure this was worth it." Also, he wasn't trusting this at all, eyeing the floor surrounding the pillar and the pillar itself with a narrow scowl.

Blurr let go a brief 'eeeep' sound when he was pushed inside, surprised. What if they walked into another trap, Cliffjumper? They needed to be careful with those things. It didn't look like one, though.

"Wewereprettyclose." Blurr approached the door and looked through the window. He could see the outside and it was a familiar one rather that a door to a new dimension or something like that. With this place who knew what could happen.

He grabbed the handle and pulled the door open, expecting some resistance. he found none and almost fell over when the door opened.

Well, if they did it couldn't be any worse than the one they left, right? Right.

"Yeah." Cliffjumper agreed with a grunt and when he saw Blurr open a door that led out with no issues at all, he felt a burning need to just book it out of there, but the thing on the pillar seemed important, and besides those little dataslugs, he wasn't leaving here with something to show.

"Right. Do we just leave since the door's right there, or do we chance that there's another trap somewhere 'round here and still go for that thing?" Cliffjumper huffed and reached out, then paused before he touched the thing and drew his hand back with a frown.

It had looked like a simple box from a distance, but close up it was clear it was made up of many little layers, stacked on top of and connected to each other with delicate glyphwork spread around the surfaces... and, barely seen at this angle, on the top of it was a jack.

Perhaps for a dataslug of the type they'd gotten three of so far.

Oh, never underestimate bad luck, Cliff. Blurr kept a good hold of the door, he was reluctant to let it go and risk getting trapped inside here again.

"I think is not a good..." He trailed off. After all they had been through Blurr thought that they deserved a compensation. It could still be a trap but...

"Frag it. Get it and we can leave as fast as possible."

Too much bad luck to count, so why bother?

Cliffjumper looked to Blurr, the thing on the pillar, and back, then snorted.

"Right. Let's go." He reached up and yanked the layered box thing off and then immediately ran towards the door - trap or not, better be safe than sorry and Cliffjumper wasn't quite stupid enough to just walk leisurely up to Blurr.

But hopefully that beckoning wasteland beyond the door wouldn't just be yanked away, and this thing better be worth it!

One day all that bad luck needs to turn into something AWESOME. It's only fair. Maye that's what the new object was, something useful.

"Cliff!" AADasdasfgAHGAJS you had to grab it don't you? Blurr wasn't sure why he was so surprised but he hold the handle of the door tighter to make sure it didn't suddenly close.

Nothing happened and once Cliffjumper was out he let go and ran to the outside, expecting and explosion or something like that. Again, nothing happened.

Edited 2013-08-07 22:02 (UTC)

Hey, you did say to get it!

Skidding to a stop a few framelengths away from the door, Cliffjumper whirled around and glared at the door and the back of the hidden bunker, and then around them in general, but as one and then two kliks passed by and nothing continued to happen, he carefully let his stance relax.

"Huh. At least we got out." But Cliffjumper felt the urge to get some really nice explosives and blow the whole thing up anyway, ugh.

But he meant carefully! Not yank it like that.

"Thanks Primus for that." Blurr felt really tired all of sudden. "We sholud get back and warn the others about this place I DO NOT feel like exploring further."

He looked down ad Cliffjumper's hand. "Any idea what's that for?"

Details! He got it, that's what counts!

"That's the least of it. Could sing a fraggin' song to be outta there." Cliffjumper huffed, rubbing his shoulder with his free hand and giving another narrow, dark-blue glare to the door. "That, or maybe leave messages at this door and the front one, warn 'em not to go in 'cause it's full of traps or somethin'."

In any case he didn't feel like just standing here any longer and started to walk along the complex-disguised-as-a-rock, casting a glance down at the boxy item in his hand at Blurr's question.

"Not a clue, but look. It's got some sorta plugins for dataslugs, so I suppose we could try the ones we picked up while in there. Encrypted or not, if this is the proper reader for 'em, we'll have a place to start at least."

"I definitely could use a drink." Perhaps that could help him control the shaking. He was still anxious after all the small spaces they were trapped in. "The message is a must." he hoped that cliff wrote it because his hands werent' stable enough to do it and make it comprehensible.

"Do you want to try them here or in the Haven? If those end being some sort of weapon I'd be better if we try them where we can't hurt anybody." Of course them dying was still a possibility.

"Or six," Cliffjumper muttered in agreement as he walked back up to the now-closed door and after a bit of starting managed to scratch something legible enough onto the door itself.

"Let's go around and do the front as well. And whatever we do with that thing and the data slugs, let's wait a bit. Tomorrow or somethin'. I wanna go back and just sit down without worryin' whether I'm gonna fall into a pit or get squashed or something'." Whatever it was and what the slugs contained, it could surely wait a day or two.

"That sounds even better." There was not enough way to say yes to that. He wanted to go 'home', pet Frank and forget this whole day ever happened.

"Sorry about your jetpack."

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