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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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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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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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