clay_doll: (Gazing)
clay_doll ([personal profile] clay_doll) wrote in [community profile] re_alignment_logs2012-06-30 07:50 pm

Something Worthwhile

Who: Annie, OPEN TO ALL
Where: The Junk Pile
What: Annie is scavenging for items for herself and others
When: Just less than a week after arriving on Cybertron, over the span of a few days
Warnings: None yet? Potential for adorable and violence alike.
Note: Everyone that posts will get an individualized response. Annie might be catching a nap, digging somewhere deeper, or doing all sorts of different things for the days she’ll be searching.


Hiding away in the refuge provided by Nexus would not solve anything in the end, though it had certainly given her time to think and adjust somewhat to the extraordinary surroundings in which she had found herself. She is on new planet, with new people of both a robotic and organic nature. It is all so surreal, especially considering that her final memories of her time in Gotham had been of her death. The memories were painful, and without fail had haunted her each time she attempted to sleep for very long.

Annie could only stand to be in one place for so long, even with such a big room to wander through.

So setting off for the Junk Pile, she had put her mind to focusing on gathering supplies. Walking steadily until arriving at her destination, she rested briefly at the edge of the Junk Pile before starting the hunt for useful items. Rather quickly she was fortunate to enough to find a duffle bag to use for carrying her finds with her.

Even if she could be of no particular use to anyone, Annie would at least do her best to give herself a purpose. She didn’t want to run away forever.
not_halfbaked: (race me)

[personal profile] not_halfbaked 2012-07-01 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
Korra had done her best to ration out her food and water back at Megs' temple, but before she went to Trion's place for veggies and fruits, she really did need to find something to carry her groceries in. Not to mention some sort of bag or satchel would be ideal for travel.

Stopping at the foot of one hill, Korra knelt down, observing, then beginning to dig stuff out. By hand for now, she saw no point in bending right now.
not_halfbaked: (not what you think i am)

[personal profile] not_halfbaked 2012-07-01 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
Clearly still paranoid and on edge, Korra whirled around at the sudden clatter, fire lighting up in both hands and poised to attack.
not_halfbaked: (flat what)

[personal profile] not_halfbaked 2012-07-01 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
No one launched themselves down to attack, so Korra looked up to the sound of the clutter. She spots Annie--and then her eyes dart to the fire in her hands. Korra's eyes bug out, and she quickly snaps out her fire, looking mortified.

"Hey, Annie--sorry about that, I didn't mean to freak you out."
not_halfbaked: (uh huh)

[personal profile] not_halfbaked 2012-07-01 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Korra waves her off. "No big."

She nods to the bag.

"How's hunting? Find any good stuff?"
not_halfbaked: (hey there)

[personal profile] not_halfbaked 2012-07-01 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Definitely good for storage. I was looking for something similar, but more like your bag."
not_halfbaked: (tourist)

[personal profile] not_halfbaked 2012-07-01 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Huh? Oh, sure--hey, what else are you looking for? Just jars?"
not_halfbaked: (hey there)

[personal profile] not_halfbaked 2012-07-02 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Korra nods, and adds, "I need to go to Alpha Trion's place, he's got fruits and veggies there. You can come, if you want, or I can bring some back for you."

Then she frowns. "I'll definitely have to find baskets or carts for that...."

Korra follows Annie, then stops. She's spotted a promising corner poking out half-up a pile of junk. Korra begins to climb toward it.
not_halfbaked: (race me)

[personal profile] not_halfbaked 2012-07-04 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Korra nods. "Makes sense. Wouldn't want to poison yourself or anything. Still, unless things are totally out of whack here, there's way to tell that fruits and veggies are ripe and good for the taking."

The girl reaches the corner, and begins to tug on it. The thing doesn't budge. And from the feel of it, it seems...big. Like the tip of an iceberg.

Curious, Korra tries digging around it.

Making small talk in the most absurd of places, Korra calls down to Annie, "So, um, can I ask where you're from?"
sword_redemption: (red rust i'm sorry)

/tags into ALL THE THINGS

[personal profile] sword_redemption 2012-07-02 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
So, Drift has a list, by now, of things he's looking for. Explosives for Wheeljack, water for Korra, gasoline for McCrane.

Well, it beats sitting around twiddling your thumbs in Liege's lab, while Pharma silently resents you for having thumbs to begin with.

So he's focusing on the stuff in front of him, moving his way slowly along a ridge of junk, looking for...stuff.
sword_redemption: (red rust i'm sorry)

[personal profile] sword_redemption 2012-07-02 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
Drift spots Annie. She looks the same, after all.

He does, too, unfortunately.

He hasn't seen any predators out here, anything dangerous but then again, he doesn't look like an appealing target, in any possible way. Annie...might be different.

He settles himself, gingerly, drawing the Great Sword and holding it cradled in his arms as he sits down beside where she's sleeping.

He can at least do that much, though a little girl waking to a rusting robot is...probably not good.
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[personal profile] sword_redemption 2012-07-02 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
Drift has been watching the sky, too, as she slept, studying the Lambda, the sweep of stars above. It was home. It was Cybertron, but it wasn't.

Maybe he was the thing that didn't fit. He'd spent most of his life in the gutters, after all. He wasn't used to seeing stars.

When Annie tensed the first time, he looked, caught by the movement, concerned that some predator had gotten her. It's not, and he turns back to the sky, giving her the privacy of her own sleep, until she addresses him.

It's hard to look comforting when you're still slowly rusting, but he tries.

"Keeping watch. I thought you wouldn't mind."
sword_redemption: (moonlight)

[personal profile] sword_redemption 2012-07-02 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Drift does not deal well with someone looking after him. Bad enough Ratchet's threat-laced care: that, at least, he could deal with. That wasn't personal. This...was.

"Pharma's working on a cure. Until then, I think he wants me to leave him alone."

He can't figure out why Pharma doesn't like him. That also seems a bit personal. Maybe he was upset Drift leaked on his Medibay.

"What are you doing out here?"
sword_redemption: (red rust i'm sorry)

[personal profile] sword_redemption 2012-07-03 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
The rest probably did Drift good: he doesn't think about things like that. There's just always something more important to do than worry about things like food, or rest.

"Have you found any?" From what he remembers of human food it seems improbable to find ready meals out here, but, well...being here was pretty 'impossible', too.

More importantly, "Have you seen anything dangerous?" However she chooses to define it.
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[personal profile] sword_redemption 2012-07-04 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
A can of beets. Truly, the Lambda is showering the newcomers with treasures.

"I don't think a can is going to last you very long." Just saying. But hey, he has swords so if you want that can open, he's your mech.

"There's water up north, well, ice, really, by Liege's palace. There has to be a way to make that usable." What it is, he has no idea.

"Have you found any gasoline? One of the others was looking for it." And explosives, but he's pretty sure she wouldn't recognize those. But if she was from Earth, she'd likely recognize a gas can.

He considers for a long moment, staring at the rolling hills of junk. "I haven't seen any, but I know there are dangerous things. In my world, scraplets, Insecticons, a whole bunch of dangerous, vicious things. It makes no sense that the Lambda would pull through all this stuff," he waves a hand over the horizon, "but nothing bad."