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influxlogs2014-10-09 07:20 am
oneshallstand) wrote in influxlogs2014-10-09 07:20 am
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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.
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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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.
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"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?"
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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."