[Video/Action] [Transmission source: Edge of the junk pile to the southwest]

[invisiblepinkboat]

[Elita's clearly standing at the absolute edge of the junk pile, trailing bits of otherwordly gargage, knick-knacks and various sundry items slowly building up to the larger montaneous piles they'd woken up among.]

I notice I'm not the only one to ask if anyone's seen certain people, and considering we've all been given access to this network, the chance is probably low at this point. Especially since we're all apparently... from different realities.

[She's frowning, drumming the fingers of the hand her comm. comupter isn't on against that arm, not actually looking into the screen for the moment.]

However, I'm still going ask; I'm looking for Grimlock, Ultra Magnus, Springer... Snarl or Huffer as well. If you've met anyone with those designations, can you tell them Elita One is looking for them?

[That, after all, ought to take care of the "other realities" problem; they'd either be confused over why she was asking for them or know her. Shrugging, Elita starts walking again, turning around to walk along the edge of the scattered junk, a distant view of Prima's temple and the light emanating from there getting moreso as she walks west-wards.]

... Blurr, I hope you're still all right. [She looks back to the screen right before she had been about to terminate the feed.] McCrane, seems you were right about multiple realities.

[With a lop-sided grin, Elita turns the feed off.]

((ooc: If you're closeby/around the south-western end of the Junk Pile towards Prima's Quadrant, welcome to bump into her.))

Comments

[Video]

[not_halfbaked]

You're looking for Blurr? I think I met him...I was asking about water, and he came to me mentioning a place with ice, and I think that was the Nexic place, so maybe try there?

[Video]

[invisiblepinkboat]

You need water? There seems to be some away from the junk pile, so I don't think... hope, you humans need water, don't you? that there's water in only one spot... or only as ice.

[She'd noticed scattered reflections cast on the ground by the light from the area now south of her, reflections different than what was cast by metal or rock.]

Mostly sounding off with him, since we spoke at the junk pile.

Re: [Video]

[not_halfbaked]

Guess I should always be on the look out for it now, but I've got some leads already, thanks--water bottles, ice, and even peaches--

Yeah, ice isn't a problem for me, I can turn it back to a liquid.

Oh, so you found him already. Cool.

So you know McCrane too?

[Video]

[invisiblepinkboat]

[She doesn't find anything strange or off in claiming to be able to tyrn ice back into its liquid state, since, well. Melting ice with heat will result in water.]

... Yes, you need some sort of food as well, don't you. There's been something to be found?

[She shrugs slightly and then tilts her helm in a nod.]

Just now, in fact. And yes, I met him as well... Everybody did quite a bit of wandering, I think, which is only sound, since none of us belong here.

[You need to know the situation and your surroundings after all.]

Re: [Video]

[not_halfbaked]

Getting some peaches, though I'll be on the look out for more. I was wondering if there was maybe fish under all that ice....

[Video]

[invisiblepinkboat]

I doubt it, unless anyone who might have been here before had somehow brought some with them, or similar. There's no organic animals on Cybertron in general, and even if this one is... new, and the situation's differen't I wouldn't count on finding living organic things here.

[Which... might not be very good, but thinking about the safety of the (non-)local organics isn't something Elita's used to doing.]

Re: [Video]

[not_halfbaked]

Except for me, and some others. Not to mention fruits and veggies at Trion's place--I think those count, too, right?

Even if Cybertron doesn't have any 'organic' animals, does it have any animals like you? Y'know, metallic and all?

[mccrane]

[It isn't something he's pleased to be right about.]

I wasn't able to locate anyone who knows how to get back.

[invisiblepinkboat]

[It does make it significantly harder to potentially get home, when they can. And while it is a source of wonder, it's... shoured, by that exact issue.]

I don't think there is a way yet, unfortunately. Solus Prime said they didn't have any way yet, just as they apparently don't know how to close down the dimensional tear we came through.

[It's... frustrating, to say the least.]

[mccrane]

I was told it might be some time.

[He's frowning, finding it to be equally frustrating.]

I do want to thank you for talking with me earlier, though.

[invisiblepinkboat]

Hopefully, not too long. Even if it might be... interesting to help here too. But we can't just leave things at home.

[No one had mentioned anything about time stopping, after all, and while this fascinated her, she didn't want to leave the Graviton crew without her support.]

Thank you as well. It was helpful. It'd probably have been harder to believe had the idea of multiple realities been brought up there, first, and not while we were talking.

[Despite the frustration - both with the situation and the fact that she has to walk - she flashes a smile at the screen.]

[mccrane]

I agree.

If circumstances were other than they are...

[If he didn't have a team to return to, or if he didn't have a planet to protect, or if he didn't have someone who....was....Seia. If he didn't have all that, he might have appreciated the chance to build a world, here. It was almost ideal, for a crane.]

But they are not. I will do what I can until we return home, however.

And I...

Yes.

[He owed her, too.]

I might be thinking Earth was only a long spaceflight home, if we had not met.

[Not that its particularly comforting to know it isn't. In fact, its the opposite.]

[invisiblepinkboat]

... That's not much better, is it, to know it isn't.

[It's not a question, because she can't imagine it would be better to know that it sin't a short spaceflight away. She isn't even sure what to think of the fact that she's on... a Cybertron... where, apparently, Primus isn't even present yet.]

Since we're stuck here either way until we can return, that, yes. Since we are being given places to stay and... ah, do you have the fuel you need?

[Tilting her helm, Elita frowns. What would a robot from Earth even need as fuel? The same as their other vehicles?]

[Video]

[raceme]

[Ey brosis, hi.]

Miss Elita One it's nice to contact you again. I am fine but I've been terribly busy the Firstforged I WAS talking with sir Nexus a few nanocicles ago and I'm not and I'm still trying to wrap my head around the news but it looks like we all have a residence assigned and I know now what is the meaning of those glymphs we all got.

[Video]

[invisiblepinkboat]

[It's probably lucky that she is used to noticing and picking up details as soon and as fast as possible, because Blurr's continued speedtalking would probably be harder to keep up with otherwise. As it is, she has to hold in a static sigh.]

That we have some sort of... affinity... towards one of these, ah, Firstforged, yes.

[That wasn't a term she'd heard Solus used. That was... a rather striking thought. That these were the first in this reality. She vents quitely and shrugs.]

It's quite a lot to take in, yes. I didn't get the impression we have to stay where we're offered a place, but it's certainly... useful.

[She rather wished she had Grim here, or Magnus... Springer even. Someone to talk more closely about this with, because she doesn't feel comfortable going into details with someone she's just met.]

[Video]

[raceme]

[He does that naturally, he can't slow down even if people tells him to do it :x]

Yes that's correct! My glyph links me to Vector Prime Do you know yours already?

[Blurr thought they were gods at first. Nexus made it clear to him that they are not.]

No we don't have to stay that's what sir Vector told me but if we want to livewith them it would be easier for us AND we can have a place to call our own and sustenance. I still worry about what's the downside of all this.

[Video]

[invisiblepinkboat]

She ended up being the... Firstforged I was talking to, yes. Solus Prime.

[Eita's still trying to wrap her cerebro-circuits around the thought that these might be the first cybertronians, for this reality if nothing else. She'd assumed they were agents of Primus at first.]

Since we'd otherwise have to make our own... as well as refine the energon available, which wouldn't be the easiest, it's somewhat of a relief.

[She shook her helm, expression dry at his last comment, even if she understood it and partly agreed with it.]

Beside the fact that we didn't choose to be here, we're relying on individuals we don't know for energon and shelter? If they wanted to hurt us... or end up wanting to, they could probably do that easily, whether or not we were sharing their living space.

[Wry, nearly cynical take, but just because she's decided to accept and use the practical parts of this doesn't mean she's not aware of all the potential issues.]

[Video]

[raceme]

I talked to her too after I crashed again ts her feet by accident. She's nice and she was very surprised when I told her about Optimus and Sentinel Prime.

[He managed to adapt quite quickly to the new situation, that's how he operates. He tilts his head at the 'refined energon' comment.] I don't even remember the last time I drank energon...itsbeensomuchtime.

[Oh, ey that's cool Blurr understands your cynical views.] true but if they wanted to hurt us they could have done so already I JUST don't know what to think at times Have you heard about those beast Unicron sends here from time to time?

[Video]

[invisiblepinkboat]

... What would you even drink if it's not energon? As I understand it, even when the Autobots were stuck on Earth in my reality, they created synthetic energon from Earth resources.

[Elita stares, confused. The thought is... incomprehensible. What else would you drink or eat? It's not as if anything else is nothing but complementary. When Blurr mentions the beasts and Unicron, Elita tilts her helm however, frowning.]

I didn't hear about any beasts, even if it was implied something else that was a lot less pleasant than random "refugees" falling through could come though... If Unicron's responsible, however, no wonder they'd be wary.

[Elita's thoughtful as she speaks, and if Blurr was expecting some sort of incredulity at the name "Unicron", there is none. Acceptance and wariness, however.]

[ACTION]

[ichooseboth]

[Currently, Optimus is not even using the network, or monitoring any posts. Instead he is wondering down through the junk pile toward the south, where his 'patron Prime' is supposedly located.

Primes. A young Cybertron. Redirected away from home, again.

He has a lot to think about, and instead focuses on the ever-shifting ground at his feet, or the not-quite-right stars in the sky. He's not sulking, but the frustrated disappointment is close enough, leaving him unwilling to throw his existence out into the open on the comm network just yet. He'll put on his Leader Face when he's done meandering.

Until then, anyone else walking nearby would probably notice him before he noticed them.]

[ACTION]

[invisiblepinkboat]

[Elita might be somewhat distracted with the conversations going on, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have complete awareness of what's going on around her, what the area looks like and who... if anyone... is nearby.

So the sound of a... mech, yes, tall, heavy... doesn't take her by surprise. Whoever it is probably had a more heavy-duty alt. Looking up from her flipped-open computer currently playing the part of video/camera for her feed, Elita's optics flicker slightly as she sees who it is.

That looks like--- But no, there's differences from the Prime she's only just met before she appeared here. Something in the lines, if not overall design. Still, that's Optimus Prime and it does make her relax slightly.]

Prime?

[She stops walking for the moment and snaps closed the screen as she calls out, helm tilted. She's never had a chance like this, really, whether or not this is the Optimus Prime she is... somewhat... familiar with.]

[ACTION]

[ichooseboth]

[No.

It can't be.

His servos grind to a halt mid-step, nearly sending him tumbling face-first into the junk. He turns to stare, optics wide and bright, leg belatedly settling back down...and only because he might have collapsed otherwise.

...It's not going to be her. Distantly he already knows. But for a moment, he can't bring himself to care.]


...Elita?

[ACTION]

[invisiblepinkboat]

[She stares, confused, at the reaction, nearly going up to steady him, but he corrects himself on his own and she's left wondering at his reaction.]

... Yes? That's my designation.

[Pause. Reset optics, because suddenly she feels strangely like she's borrowing someone else's history. She has enough of her own, even if she's not very open with it, but, Blurr had thought she was another Elita One was well.]

I don't think... ah, you don't precisely look like the Optimus Prime I'm used to, however.

[Back-mounted panels shift as she spreads her hads, palms up, to indicate herself, but she's not sure how to express that she's probably not... The right one. It's obvious the Elita he knows is someone he knows (knew?) well, and would want to meet.]

[ACTION]

[ichooseboth]

[He's still staring even after she answers, spark breaking. Elita - his Elita - has been gone, MIA for so long... He'd grieved. Time had past. The war went on.

The differences were easy to see, even if the basic design was the same. Different alt, slightly varied helm...]

No, I...probably wouldn't, would I?

[Of course not. Never from the same universe.

...The voice was hers, though. The face.

It is so hard not to stare, but he finally manages to look away, optics on the ground.]

...Forgive me. You...resemble someone I knew.

[Obviously.]

[ACTION]

[invisiblepinkboat]

[She'd had a brief moment of "how do you even know my name", but logic had caught up since she now knew any individual here could be from another universe. Which means...]

You don't have to apologise.

[She shakes her helm, realising that it could be her in his position. Can still be, if someone from the Graviton's crew, but from another reality, appears on this Cybertron.]

It's... Ah, maybe I should apologise for getting your hopes up?

[The smile is small and dry, the joke an attempt at lightening the situation; it's obvious he'd been hoping so very deeply for a brief moment there. Which... is kind of awkward, really.

Elita shifts on her feet, but doens't draw away... but neither does she walk closer. Both because the tension, and his reaction... as well as the awkwardness of the same. She has no idea how to handle this. She has nothing and yet everything to do with this Prime's reaction.]