[The video clicks on far too close to Blades' face as he seems to be squinting at something. Realizing the camera is on, he blinks and backs up, hurrying to put a smile on his face.]

Hello! Hi everyone out there! I'm Blades. So, I guess we're all a little lost, or something? I don't know, some guy just told me I was in a lamb or something... looks like Cybertron to me. At least... sort of. There aren't all the cities and buildings and lights, but I know Cybertron like... Well, like home.

[A soft sigh as he wonders what home is exactly right now. Griffin Rock feels the most like home. But no time for that. A slight shake of his head brings him back to the here and now.]

Anyhow, if anyone sees my teammates, I'd appreciate it. There's a fire truck named Heatwave, a police car named Chase, and a bulldozer named Boulder. They're all really nice and I miss them. Of course, seeing as I heard we're stuck here, I'd love to get to know some of you too! I'm always up for making new friends. I've been so busy pretending to be a robot lately, it's been hard to talk to people.

[Oh, maybe he shouldn't mention that. Oops. A sheepish smile before he continues.]

Yeah. So... Hi again, and bye for now! [An enthusiastic wave and the screen blinks out.]

[For a moment after the camera clicks on there's nothing. No movement, no sound, just the view of what seems like an otherwise empty room as the camera sits perched on something--the bed maybe? After a brief bout of silence the sound of something moving around can be heard, an object being repositioned, and then a pair of ears would appear followed by a pair of red eyes surrounded by black, mask like markings. The eyes narrow as the ears flick then fall back, the individual staring at the camera before straightening up further, letting himself be in almost full view of the camera. Rocket's glare keeps up, the raccoon clutching one of his laser pistols in his hand as his tail snaps furiously back and forth, the irritation the furball is feeling quite clear as he outright sneers now, a chittering noise rumbling up out of his throat.]

I don't know what kind of farkin' joke this is, but someone other than some robotic worshiper needs to tell me what's going on before I start tearing this place apart. That thing was going on about me falling through some bloody hole in the sky and being separated from my world or whatever the fark it said--I don't care. Wouldn't be the worst thing that's ever happened to me so I want to know where I can find a ship.

[He waves the laser pistol at the screen a bit, tail snapping to the left sharply as his ears press flatter to his head.]

Mutt, Pete buddy, Groot--if any of you can hear me, I can't get my passport to work--

[Rocket motions to the bracelet cuff on his left wrist, practically sneering at it as he shakes his arm around a bit.]

Thing's farkin' useless here. I'll get back one way or another.

[His focus returns to the camera and he glares, pointing the laser pistol at it slightly.]

And if this is some bloody trick by those morons at the UCT, you can farkin' bet I'm going to tear this place apart--even those damn Cardinals of yours! 'I believe I can win'--go to bloody hell you worthless saps!

[The raccoon holsters his laser pistol, it's mate tucked away on his other side as he sends one last glare at the camera before hopping down off his perch, muttering angrily about churches and cults.]

[Miko slowly came awake, her eyes blinking open to take in the room she was in before she went to turn over and go back to resting. Sudden her eyes opened once more, wide awake and she sat up with a jolt, her hand smacking down on her communicator and activating the audio post function.]

Wh-what, where... no.

[Confusion and dawning horror of realization could be seen on the girl's face and heard in her voice as it became thick with barely suppressed distress.]

Bulkhead? BLUKHEAD?!

[Her shout was pained and heart wrenching, followed by the sound of a cut off sob, her hands moving to cover her mouth, quieting the sounds of her upset, as she curled in on herself, not bothering to move from where she had been sleeping not long before.]

[Oh, hello there. A robot with an accent. And... a face that may just be vaguely familiar to some. Even if the rest of his frame... isn't. It's sort of huge.]

Cybertron. Or so I'm told. One might almost mistake it for another world entirely, when it lacks the gratuitous explosions and warships. That said, I'm not entirely convinced. Is this truly Cybertron? And, if so, how is it the planet appears... so much more intact than it conceivably should?

[Is he talking to himself, or to the Link? Hard to say.]

Which brings me to yet another issue with the current predicament, I suppose. Optimus? Ratchet? You were here a moment ago, don't tell me you've been left out of this nonsense.

[Because that's just not fair.]

Once more. Optimus? Ratchet? ... Jetfire? This is Perceptor, and I would appreciate a status update, if you've time in your terribly crowded schedules.

[The last comes out more than a little irritated. None of this makes sense, and that is a problem.]

[ Alright, obviously not going to reveal himself right off the bat. Time to play the Vehicon route. When the feed flicks on it's an Vehicon standing there, looking more than a little lost. ]

Hey, uh. Command? Anyone read me? Comms are down, and--

Uh.

I'm not really sure what's going on.

[ Which is a lie. He's already had the rundown from the Acolyte and gone through the entirety of the public network. ]

Scrapper? Anybody..?

We are gonna be in so much scrap for this.

[ Guess who's back to shooting things in the junk pile?

This guy.

Hopefully he's being more careful, seeing as he's narrating this entry while staring down the scope of... Something. It looks like a fusion of his usual sniper rifle and a certain someone's plasma weaponry. ]

I'm rather fascinated with the abilities of those pages to create a working item from admittedly sparse notes. This particular weapon functions far better than I could have hoped, considering I did little more than jot down a few rough concept sketches. The accuracy is a little off at the moment, but with a few adjustments I feel it could be quite formidable in combat scenarios.

[ He pauses to line up a shot, humming thoughtfully as a bright blue blast obliterates something (that looks uncannily like a toaster) in the distance. ]

Hm, perhaps if I modified the scope...

Ah, Vandal, could you spare a moment or two? Seeing as the conceptual basis of this gun originates in your technology, I would appreciate your input on modifying it further.

To everyone else... Has anyone had any items or effects linger from the, mm, outbreak of oddities we experienced recently?