[Luxord has his hood up, hiding his features completely; though those that spoke to him in the junk pile will recognize his voice. He's idly shuffling his cards, and it seems he's set the communicator on a wall or some such, as the angle's actually rather good... enough to catch both him, the extremely cozy looking (well... cozy by Cybertronian standards. with Luxord in it, it'd be more apt to call it "cavernous") nook he's sitting in, and then the magnificent view of a placid lake outside the window.]

Now, I don't know about you, but I'm actually finding this situation rather ideal. Comfortable surroundings, interesting things to explore, pleasurable company... now, all we'd need to make it complete is a weekly game night and perhaps someone who could cook, and we'd be quite, set, don't you agree?

[Flip, shuffle, and finally his hands still]

So, let's get to know each other, just a little, shall we? I come from a moonlit city without a sun, where the rain falls without end. But I'm a well-traveled soul, I must say, I've been to many worlds in my time, and I'm curious about the ones you've come from. So, then...

[flip and draw]

Tell me of your worlds, would you? I'm curious.

Greetings, citizens of... err... Cybertron.

[Somehow, it still feels strange to say that.  It had been thousands of stellar cycles since he'd been stationed on Cybertron, and while this planet may have shared the name, it definitely wasn't the home he'd known.]

My name is Optimus Prime - I am the leader of a small crew of Autobots, stationed on planet Earth.

I know that a lot of you don't want to be here.  In fact, I know a lot of you are here against your will.  But in spite of that, I think that it's important that we all do our best to make the most of our current situation.  We may be from different universes, but chances are, we still have quite a bit in common.  If we work together, I think that we'll be able to make this work, at least until we find a way to return home.

[It wasn't one of his better speeches, but then... what could he say in this situation?  There weren't many who would rush to work together with complete strangers.]

... If I can be of assistance to anyone, please let me know.

[He pauses, making one more effort to reach his teammates.  He doesn't particularly want to be there alone, but he wouldn't wish ill on any of them either.]

Autobots, if you are receiving this transmission, report back immediately.

[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.))

[The feed opens to a cheerful looking Swindle relaxing on a chunk of metal, apparently totally at ease with being transported to another dimension and losing almost everything he owns. Oh yes, it's unfortunate that he's lost all of it, but there's no point in dwelling on it right? Time to move on to new things and adapt to the situation.]

Greetings Autobots, Decepticons alike! The name's Swindle, and I'm here to make you an offer! I am aware that many of you may have lost a weapon or two upon arriving in this marvellous world, and I'm perfectly willing to offer you a replacement weapon... for a price of course. I can also do weapon repairs for anyone who needs them, so I hope I can prove to you my devotion to good customer service in the future.

But this is not just a business call! Since we're all in this together, why don't you tell me a little about yourselves? I love meeting new people, and how often can I say I've met others from a completely different dimension? This goes for you organic types too!

[Besides, it's more beneficial to him to be friendly with everyone than enemies. Now if he had a Megatron to hide behind, things would be totally different.]

[Well, people have probably seen him poking around, struggling to communicate. Fortunately, those translators have made things easier. He gives a small salute to the screen before speaking.]

Greetings. My name is Deckerd, current acting leader of the Brave Police from Nanamagari, Japan. Since it seems we are all in the same position, I'd like to offer to help out anyone who needs it. It's better that we all work together to figure out a way home. That said, I'll be more than glad to assist with anything. If you are injured or just need help getting something you need, please do not hesitate to ask.

[Well, when translated properly, he's extremely formal and polite.]

I am a civil servant and I find that even though this is poor situation, it does not excuse me from duty.

The more we help each other, the faster we can all get back home without leaving anyone to the wayside.

[There's a pregnant pause.]

That said, as my partner Gunmax stated earlier, I am looking for someone. If anyone has seen a young boy, around the age of ten to eleven, dark hair and goes by the name of Tomonaga Yuuta, please notify me as soon as possible. He is my charge and I am... very concerned about him.

[That's putting it lightly.]

Thank you for your time. If you have any questions, I do not mind answering.