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[milkruns]

[ june's decided to post a video, mostly so she can establish that she is one of the few tiny non-Cybertronians on the planet, because that sort of has context for what she's about to ask ]

Hey there, June Darby here... Some of you already know me, but if you don't -- I'm one of the humans who was also inexplicably dragged here. Which kind of puts me at a disadvantage, as I'm sure you could imagine.

That said, I'd like to...give myself some more context for all of this. Would any of you have anything I could read about the history of your war? Most of you seem to be from the same universe, a different one than mine, so -- that's the version of the war I'm most interested in learning about, I guess. Got any...I don't know, history books or anything with you?

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[milkruns]

[ oh this poor child 8[ june feels so bad watching her freak out, but she patiently waits for skipper to finish her freakout before she interjects. she is no stranger to teenage distress, she's a pro at this. ]

Hey, it's all right. We're all thrown for a loop, winding up here. But you're not the only human here, kiddo, and I can get you set up with a place to stay and some food, at least, although I can't guarantee it'll taste like much. What's your name, hon?

[txting]

[June's maternal tone is reassuring on a deep level, and Skipper musters up an appreciative smile, awkward on her tense and dirty face.]

Skipper Roberts. And a place to stay would be nice. [It's not like Skipper can be hurt by exposure or hunger or lack of Jacuzzis, but sleeping under the stars isn't her idea of a good time.] Thanks. Uh, if you need help with anything, like, electronic or whatever, I'm kinda like a whiz at that stuff, so I can pay you back for the place...