WATER [Open to all players!]

[not_halfbaked]

(OOC: Let me know if I'm doing this wrong--like, if this is the incorrect format for this re-aligned comm or something, I know there's more than one, and I'm sorta a little confused on which is for which?  Anyway, here goes....)

Is this thing on?

[Korra lightly bangs at something, frowning--the screen shakes.  She gives a big exaggerated sigh, then continues.]

Okay, I heard there were some other humans like me out here, so given that, I wanted to ask if any of you guys have found water?  Like, any water at all, a pool, a river, even a freakin' flask of it?  And y'know, same question to anyone, Cybertronians or spirits or whatever--have you seen water?

[Korra blinked, then added in a rush.]

And in case there's anyone who doesn't realize, water's a big deal for humans like me, we need it to survive.

[Korra moves to turn off the screen.]

Okay, that's it, hopefully someone gets in touch with me about this--

[Korra stretched too far or too fast, because she flinches, irritating the wound on her back.  No way is she going to ask aloud for medical help.  If she can find water, she can heal herself, thank you very much.  But then the thought occurred to her--if there were other humans like her, were there like any other healers among them?  What if there...weren't?  A panicked expression suddenly flashes across Korra's face.]

Um, actually, quick head count--are there any human healers out there that can, y'know, heal...humans?

[Korra's expression distinctly reads without words, 'That sounded lame.']

Well, I'll, uh, raise my head first--or is it hand--?

[Korra shakes her head, raises a hand.]

Whatever, I can heal as long as I have water--it's a bending thing--uh, and that's a thing where I manipulate the water to like do whatever I want including heal the human body.  So if there's a human out there who's hurt and has water or can find water, you can come to me for help.

[Korra paused, trying to think of anything else to add.  She slowly shrugged.]

Okay, that's definitely it now...so, um, bye, hope to see someone with info on water soon.

[End transmission.]

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[engrishdetective]

So! It's just occurred to me that there are a few human kids hanging around. I dunno about you, but that's a bit disconcerting! This tells me that there could be more hanging around. Unbelieveable, right?

Here's the deal. I'm looking for a kid in particular. Short hair, roughly eleven years old, wears a yellow jacket, and he tends to shout Deckerd's name a lot. Something like DEKKADOOOO or whatever, got it? Especially if you bring up ghosts.

...Boss, if you're out there, we're looking for you, all right? We have our badges, so call us. You'll worry Deckerd sick, okay?

But in other news, I guess I ought to introduce myself. Call me Gunmax. That way if you see me leaving you in the dust, you know who to remember for it.

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[mccrane]

This is McCrane.

[He is aware that there is some way in which to lock this to only his fellow Brave Police Officers, but he's not familiar enough with the settings yet to do this, so everyone can see it.]

One of the large inhabitants has informed me that we can take up residence with him.

Should we accept this offer?

I have yet to find any gasoline...

[As if now realizing that this might actually be useful if there are a number of viewers, he pauses, and changes tactics.]

Has anyone found anything that looks like this? [He holds up his one, single can of gasoline, hoping that the camera on his communicator can catch it.] It might become necessary.

[Considering they'll. Die. If they don't find a supply of it.]

[video - open to all - originating from Nexic Quadrant]

[dontasktrix]

[It's Slipstream, Cybertronian Seeker with a light-teal and violet deco. Thruster repaired, she's hovering within the void of a crater. She attempts to sound pleasant, though whether she's successful is arguable.]

First off, any of you big bots or fellow refugees seen parts of this planet not littered with piles of scrap or marked with so many stellar craters. [Sarcasm: it is thick here.]

No offense to the big bot. The neighborhood looks to be undergoing some urban renewal, and offers all kinds of nostalgia for bots with experience in mining or demolitions. There's even attractions for the organics, like the ice hockey rinks. [Meaning the icy surfaces in the depths of the craters, images of which she's broadcasting.] And there's plenty of available residences in secure, well-shielded excavations.

And, second, since it's been established we weren't collected one from each universe, anyone noticed an exceptionally charming, handsome, egotistical, suck-up of a Seeker skulking around? If he's not in a pile of scrap waiting to be recycled, he's probably making a nuisance of himself!

You might say he looks something like me. [She gestures to those parts of her own body corresponding to her description.] Extra-broad shoulders. Strong- jaw. Amber canopy.

[Slipstream crosses her arms over her cockpit canopy. Lip components press together in something near a frown.]

It's not like I need to find him, or he's some great leader, or useful. But, I might not mind knowing if he's around.