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Who: Skipper Roberts and her cell phone, tablet, and handheld gaming systems! And ALSO YOU!
Where: Near the crater!
When: RIGHT NOW AT THIS VERY MOMENT GO GO GO
What: Intro thread
Warnings: literal barbie doll in your robots
At first, sitting tailor-style with her head down in her phone, Skipper didn't notice anything wrong. Sure, the air pressure changed a bit, and the sound of Ryan playing his guitar to serenade her big sister vanished, but sending a friend advice on how to talk to some boy at the mall? A totes more dire emergency. Like, what even could be more important than that right at this moment?
It wasn't until the sending the text netted her an error message, and her phone was all like, "no reception!" at her, that she frowned. No network? This is Malibu! There was always cell reception!
She poked and prodded at her phone for a minute, then looked up.
This is not Malibu.
"Oooookay," she said to the empty air, "This? This is pretty weird."
Slowly climbing to her feet, she stuffs her phone into her purse and pulls out all the rest of her electronics, one at a time, testing to see if any of them can pick up an internet signal she can use; they all come up empty, which is making her feel a little panicked. No internet? No internet? How is she going to live?
Slightly less importantly, where the heck is she?
Slowly, she begins to hike around the edges of the weird crater with its weird glowy center; the signs of nature are, thankfully, all made of metal-looking stuff, and thus not as awful as they could be, but it was still weird and uncomfortable and incredibly mysterious, and completely out of Skipper's area of expertise. Still, metal. She could work with metal! It's not as good as plastic, but it's better than nothing, and occasionally she'll pick up a piece of promising-looking wire or scrap metal and stow it in her apparently bottomless purse.
Any robots who happen across Skipper may notice that, while technically made out of organic materials, Skipper herself doesn't appear to be an organic, strictly speaking; humans, with their closer perspective, may notice that she appears to literally be made out of plastic herself, if uncommonly animate plastic, and while her clothes cover her shoulder and hip joints, the seam where her head meets her neck is pretty noticeable.
Where: Near the crater!
When: RIGHT NOW AT THIS VERY MOMENT GO GO GO
What: Intro thread
Warnings: literal barbie doll in your robots
At first, sitting tailor-style with her head down in her phone, Skipper didn't notice anything wrong. Sure, the air pressure changed a bit, and the sound of Ryan playing his guitar to serenade her big sister vanished, but sending a friend advice on how to talk to some boy at the mall? A totes more dire emergency. Like, what even could be more important than that right at this moment?
It wasn't until the sending the text netted her an error message, and her phone was all like, "no reception!" at her, that she frowned. No network? This is Malibu! There was always cell reception!
She poked and prodded at her phone for a minute, then looked up.
This is not Malibu.
"Oooookay," she said to the empty air, "This? This is pretty weird."
Slowly climbing to her feet, she stuffs her phone into her purse and pulls out all the rest of her electronics, one at a time, testing to see if any of them can pick up an internet signal she can use; they all come up empty, which is making her feel a little panicked. No internet? No internet? How is she going to live?
Slightly less importantly, where the heck is she?
Slowly, she begins to hike around the edges of the weird crater with its weird glowy center; the signs of nature are, thankfully, all made of metal-looking stuff, and thus not as awful as they could be, but it was still weird and uncomfortable and incredibly mysterious, and completely out of Skipper's area of expertise. Still, metal. She could work with metal! It's not as good as plastic, but it's better than nothing, and occasionally she'll pick up a piece of promising-looking wire or scrap metal and stow it in her apparently bottomless purse.
Any robots who happen across Skipper may notice that, while technically made out of organic materials, Skipper herself doesn't appear to be an organic, strictly speaking; humans, with their closer perspective, may notice that she appears to literally be made out of plastic herself, if uncommonly animate plastic, and while her clothes cover her shoulder and hip joints, the seam where her head meets her neck is pretty noticeable.
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The sounds of Lock-On's approach are just as hard to miss as Skipper's bright clothing, which works in Lock-On's favor. She doesn't want to startle any more humans than she already has.
"Hello there," she says, in her usual phone operator tone of voice. "I do not believe that I have seen you before. Have you arrived recently?"
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"Uh, yes?" she answers whoever's in the tank, slowly lowering the phone and snapping a pic of the legit tank that's actually right there, wow. "I guess so. This totally isn't Malibu, and I've never been anyplace that actually looks like this place before, so..."
Is this a war zone or something? Skipper's big sister has been in the Army, Navy, Marine Corps, and Air Force, so it's not like war isn't a thing, but Skipper herself has never been to one before. It's a lot... quieter than she'd expected, somehow.
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Though, perhaps this human has some experience dealing with Cybertronians, like June does. The lack of immediate screaming at encountering a talking tank is a promising sign. This might be another opportunity for interspecies cultural exchange.
"...Is Malibu on Earth? I am interested in Earth."
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"Malibu is totally on Earth! It's a place on the west coast of the North American continent, and it is super gorgeous and sunny all the time there. Are you from someplace on this planet, or...?"
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She pauses thoughtfully for a moment. "Have you not had prior experience with either Cybertronians or our civil war?"
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Look, Barbie has had a lot of jobs.
"... Are you an alien robot or something?" she asks, because while technically everyone Skipper knows was made in one way or another, the only person she knows who talks about it like that is Closet, the robot that lives in Barbie's closet.
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"Not exactly," she says. "I am a mechanical being, but many of the connotations that accompany the word 'robot' simply do not apply."
...Wait a minute. Has she forgotten something?
Oh. Yeah. "...Either way, you may call me Lock-On."
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What is it with this place and organics? Which, as far as Rodimus is concerned, is what Skipper is - sure, there's something off about her, but he's perfectly willing to write that off as a weird organic quirk. He did, however, almost step on her because he is not used to looking where he is going when he's on Cybertron. No one looks past their knees, he can't be blamed!
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Like, okay, clearly he's painted in look-at-me colors, she should've been able to see him before he nearly squished her, but she was super busy, like, looking at her phone. So this encounter is all his fault.
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He does back off, however, gesturing at her everything. Primus, she's even smaller than most of the human organics he's seen - around the height of that one he'd met and never ran into again here. Whatever her name was. Wasn't really important, or else they would have run into each other again.
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Okay wait that was kind of rude. Barbie's not here, but Skipper can see the sad look that her sister would give her for that kind of attitude, and it makes guilt stir up in her hollow plastic torso.
"... Sorry, that was kind of mean," Skipper apologizes, and takes a few steps back, and a couple completely unneeded breaths. "I think we're getting off on the wrong foot here."
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'Big blind dumb robot'. Ugh, organics! But then she apologizes, and Rodimus taken aback slightly - that's something he's not used to from humans, surprise flickering over his face before it settles into an expression far more open, and then he grins.
"Foot, huh." Now is not the time to point out unintended jokes, Rodimus. But he continues on from his earlier comment "You're on Cybertron - it's my planet. Er, sort of." He hasn't really paid attention to the details about being on a different Cybertron beyond that particular fact. Something about alternate realities and ending up here when he should have been in the past on his Cybertron.