[VIDEO]

[schrodingersbot]

[The video feed, when it clicks on, is a bit chaotic, the picture jerking about roughly. What landscape that can be discerned in the image, however, seems to be near the border of the badlands. Something large, mechanical, and sharp suddenly slashes into the frame and then back out again, like a weapon being thrust toward the camera.]

AAhhhhh! Cease and desist at once, you arachnid annoyance!

[Perceptor briefly flails into view for a moment, looking a bit flustered, before he ducks out of view again under another swipe of that weapon. Or rather, not a weapon, as the view shifts wildly to pan across a massive robotic spider with very large fangs lowered threateningly toward the camera.]

[As the view swings wildly again, there are muffled thuds and thumps and the thick clang of metal against metal that seem to hint at an epic struggle. Perceptor looks much more harried when he bounces into view again.]

I, ah, seem to have stumbled into a bit of an inconvenience... wherever this location is. If anyone is nearby, assistance would be greatly appreciated!

[There is an odd, almost liquid sound that splatters into the feed, and a sudden yelp from Perceptor as a stream of thick, greyish goop blasts past his head.]

As soon as possible?

Comments

[voice]

[schrodingersbot]

Agreed.

[Be amazed, Vandal. You have no idea how rare a one-word answer IS from this bot.]

Such a lovely welcoming committee you have here.

[voice]

[vandalization]

Hey, man. I was not told about any fucking ro-bugs or whatever. This is news to me.

[voice] sorry. it's a moral imperative.

[schrodingersbot]

[Perceptor manages a low, rough chuckle.]

Now we both have been made aware.

[And knowing is half the battle.]

[voice] sgfhfhgdaasdf

[vandalization]

Yeah...

Haha.

Hahaha... fuck.

[voice] ^____^

[schrodingersbot]

Are you all right?!

[voice]

[vandalization]

Yeah, just not a fan of bugs.

[voice]

[schrodingersbot]

Ah. A shame. I find most insects and arachnids to be fascinating specimens. When, ah, they are not attempting to add me to their dietary intake, that is.

[voice]

[vandalization]

I don't mind them so much when I can step on them. or you know. See them in pictures. But I'm not a fan of this whole "larger than life" business.

[voice]

[schrodingersbot]

I cannot proclaim a fondness for the concept, myself, at the moment.

[He laughs weakly.]

Ah, I am Perceptor, by the way.

[voice]

[vandalization]

Well y-

Wait. Perrrrceptor. As in red guy, scope-thing-on-your-shoulder-Perceptor?

Or is this just a common Cybertronian name or what? Because you sure as hell don't sound like the Percy I know.

[voice]

[schrodingersbot]

Yes, that would adequately describe my physical appearance, and no, that is not a common name. I, ah, was contacted by another, ah... Perceptor, as well. I seem to be a different iteration of him, and he of me.

[In other words, there's two of them now! Isn't that lovely!?]

[voice]

[vandalization]

Oh this is... weird.

[voice]

[schrodingersbot]

[It may only be an audio feed, but the smile is quite apparent.]

Yes. I do believe that I must agree.

[voice]

[vandalization]

You're a hell of a lot more cheerful than he is. Not that it's a bad thing but-

Well at least I'll be able to tell you apart.

[voice]

[schrodingersbot]

[Oh, but give him time, Vandal. Give him tome to sink into the depths of depression at having left his previous world behind. Then the cheerful will be negligible.]

But?

[voice]

[vandalization]

Just weird. But everything here is weird to me, so. Moot point.

Re: [voice]

[schrodingersbot]

Ah. [He manages a soft chuckle.] Your first displacement?

[voice]

[vandalization]

Huh...?

[Apparently.]

[voice]

[schrodingersbot]

I have been relocated to another alternate universe once before. It gets easier with time.

[voice]

[vandalization]

Wow... that. Really sucks?

[voice]

[schrodingersbot]

[There's a long, long pause before he answers, and when he does speak, Perceptor's voice is thicker, with a hint of hoarseness.]

As a scientist, I find it fascinating.

[Except for the whole everything-he's-left-behind part. That is... less fascinating.]

[voice]

[vandalization]

As a person I am still waiting for this to be some kind of elaborate joke.

[voice]

[schrodingersbot]

That would be... nice.

[voice]

[vandalization]

Tell me about it.

Somehow I don't think so, though.

[voice]

[schrodingersbot]

If this does, indeed, turn out to be some fevered virus attack, and I am, as I hope, quarantined in my own medical bay within the last universe I had occupied... then I wish you all the best that I can, for a figment of my illness.

[He doesn't sound much convinced, wither.]