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robothell2015-01-07 10:11 pm
officerjuicebox) wrote in robothell2015-01-07 10:11 pm
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there must be some kind of way out of here
Who: Roller (IDW) & OPEN
Where: The City
When: NOW
What: After finding a few terminals still standing, the big guy decides it'd be a great idea to go find more. Maybe even fix them up a bit. So he sneaks away from everyone on a mission.
Warnings: None yet
He didn't say anything before he ducked out. He just did it. When he was sure Pax-Prime-whoever he was now wasn't paying a lot of attention, he'd excused himself out into the city. Honestly, he needed some space. Some time to wrap his head around everything going on.
It wasn't every day you got "hi you're missing and there was a war and by the way I'm Prime now" dropped into your lap.
Besides, he'd found some old terminals on previous wanderings. With any luck, he could probably see if they could get rewired to broadcast -- send out a distress signal. Just in case someone out there was listening and wanted to pick up a bunch of confused Cybertronians. It couldn't hurt to try. And at the very least, maybe he'd find some supplies, if nothing else.
Prime...
What was he even supposed to think about that?
He can be found wandering empty buildings, now. Wedging his way into vacant rooms, or pounding away at useless keyboards in hope of a reaction. He's hard to miss, if anyone should run across him -- being huge has that little drawback.
Where: The City
When: NOW
What: After finding a few terminals still standing, the big guy decides it'd be a great idea to go find more. Maybe even fix them up a bit. So he sneaks away from everyone on a mission.
Warnings: None yet
He didn't say anything before he ducked out. He just did it. When he was sure Pax-Prime-whoever he was now wasn't paying a lot of attention, he'd excused himself out into the city. Honestly, he needed some space. Some time to wrap his head around everything going on.
It wasn't every day you got "hi you're missing and there was a war and by the way I'm Prime now" dropped into your lap.
Besides, he'd found some old terminals on previous wanderings. With any luck, he could probably see if they could get rewired to broadcast -- send out a distress signal. Just in case someone out there was listening and wanted to pick up a bunch of confused Cybertronians. It couldn't hurt to try. And at the very least, maybe he'd find some supplies, if nothing else.
Prime...
What was he even supposed to think about that?
He can be found wandering empty buildings, now. Wedging his way into vacant rooms, or pounding away at useless keyboards in hope of a reaction. He's hard to miss, if anyone should run across him -- being huge has that little drawback.
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He rubs a hand down his face, still looking uncomfortable and awkward. Seriously, what's he supposed to do with that? Apologize? How does that even help anything at all?
His head is aching. Maybe he should get it looked at.
"Yeah, you'd think. Kind of the point of asking you."