[for a long few moments, there's only the sound of ventilation. fans cycling a mech's air systems. he's clicked on his radio, yeah, but now?

now he has no idea what to say, except something slightly hysterical.]

This is a lot different than I thought the Pit'd look like.

[said in the tone of someone-please-tell-me-I'm-totally-incorrect]

Alright, I think I understand what was explained to me, while it sounds different from what happened to Cliffjumper in some ways, it also sounds similar.

Greetings friends, I am searching for those who might know me, Decepticons most likely. If there is anyone here who recognizes my voice, please contact me here.

Beyond that I am curious if there is other information that is prudent to know. Beyond that which I was briefed on when I awoke. Is my lack of memory for arriving here standard for everyone, or could there be a potential for damage?

[With his searching done as much as he could without leaving, and his most important question asked he waits patiently for a response.]

((OOC note: Open to action for those who would be at Prima's temple, just let me know, thanks <3))

This is awkward.

Really. Awkward.

There was much debate between myself and my curiosity, but in the end, the latter won out.

It's good to hear my central processing unit was not completely fried and this isn't all a grand hallucination. I know where I am, and how I got here - that was all filled in, and I am somewhat reluctant to confess my head is still reeling at the holes in the aforementioned explanations - and, thank Vector Sigma, still know who I am.

However, I like to think that among the many of you - us - whatever - that rained down on this planet like a bad Delphi snowstorm, there's at least one, two - Vector hoping more - of you I am familiar and acquainted with. A positive acquaintance, that is. Because if I slipped through this rift, I'm beginning to think pretty much anyone else can.

I've hesitated to mention my name, and I've an excuse aside from bad manners. That excuse is... personal. However, my voice pattern should sound familiar to those I am, er, familiar with. Though if my voice does not reveal my identity, then surely my mention of Delphi ought to.

It'd be so much easier to just give my name, but I mean, besides my own reasons - here? I think fellow "residents" probably understand why it's sort of hard to lay out any trust so quickly.

Though I'll stick my neck out enough to ask for specific names, but that's it!

Pharma? First Aid? If you're here, get back to me. Vector knows I could use a friendly(-ish) voice.

[OOC: Anyone is welcome to jump in; don't let the shout out for the two specific dudes up there make you hesitate to participate. :D]

Aw right! So, I know, we're kind of stuck in a place with, you know. Hardly anythin'. Not goin' home. Not gonna lie, that can totally bring you down!

And sure, there's a bunch of work to do, but... we gotta pass the time!

So, I've been goin' through some of the junkpile in my spare time. There's a couple of things we can totally go ahead an' do and keep us occupied. I got some instruments if you dudes wanna learn how to play. And board games! Some cards. Stuff like that!

I mean, don't get me wrong -- I totally gathered as much food as I can for our fleshy dudes. I remember that humans don't seem to like, uh, canned green beans? But I totally have that, sorry. And peaches and ramen and soup and ravioli and yeah! All kinds of stuff. I'll, like, start a stash or somethin'.

Yeah! Lemme know if you guys need food or if you guys want somethin' to do to keep yerselves busy.

Soundwave, rockin' on out!