Something Worthwhile

[clay_doll]

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.

Comments

[not_halfbaked]

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.

/tags into ALL THE THINGS

[sword_redemption]

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.