[Audio] [Transmission Originating from: Solian Temple] - First Offense

[namesnotprowl]

[There’s a low, frustrated sigh and for a long moment, that’s all there is. Then, someone starts speaking.]

So. I’m dragged to some other Cybertron, go through hours of paperwork, and get dumped on the street. Then I drop off the face of that Cybertron onto a space station in the middle of nowhere and get dumped in a pile of junk that I have to crawl out of.

Now I drop off the face of the station and wind up here with someone in a hood telling me I’m on Cybertron. Again. Not even the same Cybertron, some other Cybertron.

I was in the middle of something! Very important things! [Bartending and best friend things!]

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[audio]

[invisiblepinkboat]

... That's... the least of it. [Her optics flicker, dims and brightens as she listens and then shakes her helm in amazement as much as incredulity.]

I hope you can go where you want to, and either not have lost any time at all [which, really, all of them wants], or as little as possible.

But, between all that... dimension hopping, how much time passed in your own?

[She's not sure any workable conclusion or hope should be taken from however he answers, but still...]

[audio]

[namesnotprowl]

I hope so too. Last thing I need is scrap gettin' really crazy on the station while I'm gone.

[Like more zombies, or an invasion by the planet natives and their giant worms.]

Mm, between my first time leaving my dimension and my time returning to it... about sixth months, Earth time. As long as I was gone.

[audio]

[invisiblepinkboat]

So, unless things are different, time does pass.

[That was really not what she wanted to hear, and it's probably audible in her voice, but that's hardly your fault, Barricade. She did ask, she's aware, and better to know and be aware of it than not.]

[audio]

[namesnotprowl]

For me, that time. Things might be different in other circumstances. And frankly I didn't miss much in my absence.

[But he knows it's hardly the best news to hear from a newcomer. He's accepted being the bearer of bad news.]

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[invisiblepinkboat]

One point of evidence for one set of circumstances. [Elita nods to herself and then hums softly.]

Unfortunately, unless we get some other proof, yours is all we have to go after... Though, admittedly, considering that each of the places you've been to have been different, and even that Cybertron is different from this one...

[Maybe it doesn't have to be as bad as it seems. And it's not as if those who were here from the start have been here long. Barely enough to settle.]

[audio]

[namesnotprowl]

Others might show up from other places the way I did. Y'never know. And if they do, we can start tryin' to correlate them.

[It's not much, but it's something at least.]

Besides, it doesn't seem too bad here. So far, anyway.

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[invisiblepinkboat]

There's that. We also doesn't know how things work here... [She drags a hand down her faceplates, grimacing while she trails off.]

Which we doubtful ever will, unless someone who's been here disappears and then comes back.

[Something, but is it enough? Elita shrugs, the inflection of her voice agreeing, but hesitant.]

Not really, no. A single attack that wasn't coordinated and didn't pose much threat... But nearly all of us have things to do and people we'd rather be with than being here.

Of course, the reality that this Cybertron apparently could use out presence and help doesn't simplify things, really.