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Who: Optimus Prime and YOU!
What: Anchor has a new friend. Come say hello! Don't mind his shyness-er. Maybe you should.
When: 9/26 Morning
Where: Anchor's central park.
Warnings: Nothing I can think of off the top of my head; will edit if necessary

It was a matter of a single sparkpulse- one moment upon is travel path, the next in a completely new area, falling on to a knee, reeling from the sudden change in sensory data. From the soundless vacuum of space to a - park? - with sunlight streaming down from above, Optimus Prime needed a few moments to simply process all of this as he looked around in utter confusion.

Architecture- ladders? No, looking beyond- smaller rooms, organic construction, and his first thought looking around was that he was somehow still on Earth-

And were that the case, he needed cover. Quickly.

Grimacing for the fact that there was no cover, or at least nothing acceptable, he nonetheless transformed and moved towards one of the covered walkways. At least there, he wouldn't be so glaringly obvious. Oddly enough, the sequence alerted him to something else- a small, beeping device that wound up on his driver's seat, which upon closer inspection seemed to be a data fob. It was something he was quite certain he hadn't had when he left Earth (nevermind where he was now), and that alone drew his attention for a long few moments before he returned his scanners to the area at large.

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Cassandra still hadn't gotten used to sunrise. Oh there was day, and night, in Mega City One, but the air was always hazy with radiation, even the eastern light over the boiled-over ocean. It was always the sunrise that brought her out, the strange way the colors stretched like fingers over the sky, as though combing the dark away.

She was walking toward the park, for a moment with her eyes half-closed to feel the sunlight on her face, when...

...she sensed someone. Someone she couldn't get a good read on. Strange. Another mutant? One with some sort of primitive psi block? She couldn't tell, but she was on edge instantly, turning around, brown eyes warily scanning the streets. "Who's there?"

With time to think, Optimus had also time to notice that there was a distinct lact ofpeople here. For such a well-kept place, there were few signs of life. Even were he willing to, there was no one to ask about his current situation.

Until now.

He noticed her quickly enough, of course; even deep in thought, the simple motion of another living creature immediately took his attention. To say nothing of the fact that she had paused, and was looking around as though somehow sensing someone watching her.

For the moment, he remained where he was, perhaps yearning for the somewhat less eyecatching altmode he'd worn when waking up in the Yeager's barn; the blue and red flames seemed like targets, even in the shadows as they all were. Then again, stealth was never his strong suit.

It was eerie, the lack of people. It had been in the back of Cassandra's mind since she arrived. She was used to having her head filled with chatter and noise and this was, well, 'too quiet'. Which sounded like some old cliche.

She narrows her eyes, looking around. No, she can definitely sense someone. Something. It didn't read entirely human, but well, she was a mutant herself. And it was--or seemed to be--coming from over there.

Cassandra steps closer to the truck, one hand moving to her Lawgiver's holster. "I know you're there. Come out, with your hands up." Never mind she had no jurisdiction here. This was instinct, and there was something not right going on here.

So much for hoping she would lose interest and walk away.

Optimus considers his options for another few moments, then activates an ill-used system. Carefully controlling its projection, he focuses the light near the floor of his cab before having it 'look up', blinking false eyes before he has the hologram carefully 'climb' back in to his seat.

As an afterthought, he lowers a window. Now, what was the proper response...

"...can I help you, officer?"

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Judges don't 'lose interest'. They either make an arrest or clear the area. Or both.

There was something very weird here. She could sense a presence, a mind, but it didn't seem to be coming from the man in front of her.

"You have ID?" It's a Judge's response, one that clings to rote form and hopefully doesn't call into question that she...really doesn't have any authority here.

ID? He could falsify some, as he is doing this projection, but without a solid to base it upon any such illusion would be just that - illusion. Nothing that would, in the end, please this officer. It might stall her, but...

He still makes the 'effort' to look. It gives him a moment to stall and try to come up with something.

"I...appear to be missing it."

Optimus has never been a very good liar. Which is why he's telling the truth.

"Missing your identification." That was a year in the isocubes. If this place had isocubes. "How do you operate a vehicle of this size without one?" Because if nothing else, she's very seriously frowning at the laxity of laws here.

Easily, is the true answer. But - as poor as he is at deception, perhaps an attempt is in order.

"If I may," he begins slowly, "I do not know how I came to be here in the first place. Perhaps those responsible...?"

Beep, quietly goes the tiny metal item on his seat. It triggers a moment of inspiration.

"I have a small device I did not have before. It may be they thought it a fair trade."

In the next moment, he realizes he has very few options of giving it to her.

"You're one of us, too?" Well, that was a surprise, but maybe not as much as it should be. It was a ghost town here, especially for someone used to Big Meg's overcrowding.

"None of us know. We just...showed up here." Then there was the earthquake. It's been interesting. "That rig must be important to you. I didn't get my Lawmaster." Which was, just for the record, much smaller than a big rig.

The not-quite-sigh seems to come as much from the vehicle as the projection. And while Optimus doesn't know what a 'Lawmaster' is, he at least knows enough of the culture to, along with context, get the gist of her words. "It is," he agrees, before moving on. "Does that mean you have an idea of what has brought me...us here?" he corrects, 'looking' at her with false eyes and full vision sensors both.

If Optimus stays in sensor range of the park long enough, he may get to observe his weird situation from the other side.

She appeared mid-step in the previously empty park, stumbling with a gasp as everything from the ground - not the stairway she was just climbing up - to light to air pressure changed all at once. Falling down to her hands and knees in the grass with a wordless yelp, she shook her head, glancing around to get her bearings-

Mikaela blinked, owl-eyed with shock despite the sudden light.

"...Uuuhh."

Not moving for a long moment, she finally palmed her hand across her eyes furiously, glancing up and up at the levels towering above.

"...what the shit?"

The fob in her hand chirped innocently.

It's probably coincidence that has him running a sweep back in that direction, just in time to catch the appearance. Immediately, Optimus becomes alert and focused; teleportation is far from unheard of to Cybertronians, but it's anything but common.

...it might explain something, if this is the same as what's happened to him, but...

Wait.

Wait.

He consults the data again, interest piqued.

That...wasn't in her hand before.

Tossing the fob into the grass ahead of her reflexively, Mikaela staggered to her feet to take a hasty step back- only to stumble and land right back on her backside when her legs shook under her own weight. Hissing through clenched teeth, she waited for several long, tense seconds, expecting anything but the continuing silence and lack of...well, anything that happened.

No one else appeared from the towering cityscape above. Nothing exploded. The fob's second chirp was rather anticlimactic.

"O...kay. Creepy."

Crawling forward, Mikaela carefully picked the thing back up as cautiously as one might pick up an small, dangerous animal. It looked like a cheap mp3 player, screen and all, but-

"E-fourteen?"

No sense whatsoever. Thumbing the fob, Mikaela eventually decided against playing 'push the ominous button' for the moment. No sense in leaving it behind, though. Instead, she slowly pushed herself up to her feet, standing on long, unsteady legs.

If nothing was going to come after her...well. Time to look around.

Steps shaky, Mikaela headed in the direction of the buildings around the perimeter of the park, automatically seeking out the people that should, logically, be living or working there. Squinting in the sun, she wasn't heading directly Optimus' way, oblivious to the truck hidden in the shade.

Sensors perked, Optimus could catch enough of the voice to compare it to memory banks, and- unless this is a great coincidence, then it is her. He hasn't seen her for some time, but she's a human he recognizes, and moreso- one still identified as 'friendly'. And in this situation, it may be worth the risk to find out for sure.

And the most subtle way there?

He flashes his headlights, throwing the highbeams on for all of a second before turning them off- then flashign them again. The angle should make the light source visible to the human up ahead, unless she's truly distracted.

Then again, there's not much to distract her, unless she's seeing something he's missed.

Already making her way toward a set of white stairs, Mikaela catches the flash out of the corner of her eye. Given that it's the first sign of motion or life in this creepy place, it's enough to make her pause immediately.

Headlights seem out of place, but it's the first thing she thinks of- and the second flash out from the covered walkway only confirms it.

Her wariness spikes, hair on her arms standing on end despite the sun. Unknown vehicle in the shadows, teleported to a strange place - again - flashbacks to Egypt are inevitable. She almost bolts. But a Decepticon would already be tearing after her, if it cared at all. She hadn't seen a single 'con nor 'bot outside of TV or the internet since getting the boot out of their lives.

Mikaela holds her breath as she backtracks, warily keeping close to the wall as she creeps close enough to see past the sunlight into the shade.

Huge. Truck. The shape isn't familiar at all, but once she's close enough to see color... She gasps, her hand on the wall suddenly more useful for support than caution; her knees nearly give out all over again.

"...Optimus?" She barely breathes it out; it hurts to hope, but no one else ever ran around covered in red and blue flames.

Oh, good. She noticed him. Now what?

Now he watches her approach, apparently, after that moment of surprise - but at least she seems to have recognized him. He decides that it would be prudent to put up another system, just in case anyone's watching from a distance - he activates his holomatter within his cab and lets it 'roll down' his window, not quite leaning outside.

The look on his face is an attempt to be friendly, but he can't help it from looking as serious as he looks.

"Mikaela." He almost asks if she knows where they are, but...no. He saw her appear. "Do you recognize this place...?"

Perhaps almost as useless a question.

She starts at the sudden appearance of the holoform, bumping into the wall. It's not a trick she ever saw them use very often- and Optimus' voice coming out of a tiny human face just seems weird.

...But it's a good weird, given the fact that she's hearing it at all.

It's really him.

"Aah... Umm? No?"

Mikaela shakes her head, helpless confusion and a sudden burst of irritation flaring up at the question, popping the nostalgic bubble. It's a freaky, terrifying situation, but after seven years away from the giant robots at were supposedly her friends, it's not exactly the reunion she ever dared to imagine.

"I just. Appeared. Right out of my house."

In this unknown place, with distinctly human construction, it's the best way he can think of to keep cover and still talk. They are in dire need of some information, it seems, even if neither can provide it.

Though the expression doesn't change, Optimus may very well have put a grimace in his words themselves.

"Are you unharmed? I saw you arrive, even if I do not understand how it came to happen." Still, the concern is obvious; the years apart have done nothing to change his protectiveness, it seems.

The concern mollifies her somewhat, and Mikaela shrugs faux-casually; she's tempted to approach, to touch and make sure this is all real and not a concussion-dream from falling down the stairs or something stupid. She settles for leaning back against the wall, arms crossed.

"Yeah. I'm fine, just tired? I just- I don't know either? It was nothing like teleporting over to Egypt that time with Jetfire."

She frowns at him, head tilting in consideration.

"Don't tell me you just appeared here, too? Wherever 'here' is..."

"I was in orbit," Optimus confirms, this time his holoform reflecting some of his irritation, "leaving Earth's gravitational pull. The next, I was stumbling on to the grass, much like you were."

This is incredibly vexing. In a very human gesture - perhaps one of the few he's mastered - his holoform reaches up to rub the bridge of its nose.

"The construction here would suggest a multitude of inhabitants," he continues, "but I have seen only one other human. It is...empty, here."

He doesn't seem to consider this a good thing.

"Leaving?" Mikaela blinked, surprised and a little confused. Last she heard, the Autobots were still on earth, even if public opinion had solidly turned against them all after the battle of Chicago. Then she made a face.

"At least you've seen someone else..." She grumbled.

"Did they have any information, at least? Is this their home, or did they end up here like us somehow?"

"The latter, as I understand." He'd offer sympathizes with her other comment, but...she only has just gotten here. He'd been waiting for some time...

The truck seems to almost sigh, a light cycle of air coming from its grill.

"I have little other information to provide," he admits. "I am sorry."

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crashes in here

hey gurl haaaaay also please forgive shy-at-first-prime

oops NYCC killed me.

i do know that feel! you at least have fun?

I did and then I fell into RP fail

/pats

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ARRIVALING UP IN YOUR LOG

why hello there

Well hello~

i had this tag halfwritten for like a week fml

Is all good c:

at least this one came more quickly

My turn for slow though!

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