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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.
oops NYCC killed me.
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.
i do know that feel! you at least have fun?
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?"
I did and then I fell into RP fail
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.
/pats
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.
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"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.
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"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.
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