Is this what humans call magic?

[still_learning]

Who: Jetstorm, OPEN
Where: In da city
When: NAOW-ish?
What: Meet n greet
Warnings: Cute. So much cute. And possibly lots of confusion. For Jetstorm.

[There's not much more disorienting than following your sensei back to the ship and suddenly, those aren't trees you're passing by, but tall structures - buildings, to be sure. They look almost Cybertronian in nature, but he can't remember Cybertron looking this worse for the wear the last time he saw it. No way it was. They'd been in the process of rebuilding it, years into the process of rebuilding it. Highways had been clean, buildings stood tall and pristine, and that group of craters and mess was not in the middle of the road, no they were not.]

[He's not going crazy. He's sure of it. But those were not there a moment ago. For that matter, things that had been there are now gone. The trees, the bushes, the dirt under his feet, Master Drift, Slipstream...]

[Wait, that's accurate, right? His teacher and partner? Jetstorm looks all around him in a growing panic.]

Master Drift? Slipstream?!

[Yeah, nope, they're definitely not around. And if this is some kind of training, it's the most realistic simulation he's seen to date. When did their exercises get so sophisticated?]

Comments

[planate]

[his tiny son. so small. he's so proud.]

Won't be much of a view, though. Even the tallest buildings! It's almost disappointing.

[still_learning]

Is it very high up, where we will be going? [Because anything high up just sounds like an accident waiting to happen, but not everything has been, so... He'll just have to see.] I would not mind the view, so long as it a stable environment.

[planate]

Oh, it won't be high up. I'm just saying, most of the buildings here have the same abandoned warzone aesthetic.

...

Probably because this is quite literally an abandoned war zone. Liiike the entire planet.

[still_learning]

It should be possible to find scraps of materials to improve our living spaces. [He peers around again.] Do you think?

[planate]

Definitely! That's what I've been doing, actually. Found some cool things. Not sure how close to decoration they get, though.

[still_learning]

I may do that, after we've seen the rooms, of course. [Poor Pipes.]

[planate]

Sounds good.

[ANNNYWAY, he gestures to a building on their right.]

That's where I've been staying. Drift and Rodimus' place is like... a few blocks away.

[still_learning]

[Well, it's not his Master's ship, but it's got walls and a ceiling from what he can tell, and that's all he really needs. He can do the clean up himself.]

I have not met a Rodimus, but if your Drift knows him, then he must not be bad. This structure looks like it should do well.

[planate]

Honestly, most of them should. There's only certain areas that are completely wrecked. You can almost tell where the big names were fighting, y'know?

[still_learning]

[He nods and starts into the building, looking around at the place as he does so. It's about like he expected it might be.] I am glad to have missed that. Which way is it to the rooms, or are they any way? I cannot tell what this building once was.

[planate]

Any way. I think it was an office block.

[still_learning]

Mm. [Wanderwander. Everything looks about the same, until he comes to one room that seems quiet enough. There aren't any windows, but he hadn't expected any. The floor looks like it hasn't been cleaned in ages, and a piece of the wall has come off, but he could fix that easily enough and it looks stable otherwise. There's a desk in one corner and a terminal that's been long out of use, but when he walks around it, he can see where the desk curves under for leg room, and that's what sells him on it. This room clearly hadn't been made for a bot of his size, but it's good.]

This will do. I can clean this out and stay in here when I need rest. Where do you stay?

[planate]

[vague gesture]

...Wherever I fall, most of the time.

[still_learning]

[Here, have a strange look at that.]

Should I look for you when you recharge and pull covers over you myself? It seems it may get cold here.

[planate]

[he laughs some.]

Oh, no! It's fine. You'd be surprised.

[still_learning]

[blink]

I will take your word for it, but I will try to find something to ward against it just in case. You have been kind to me, Pipes. I do not wish to see you in poor health.

[Look at him being so concerned, if even a little.]

[planate]

[SMALL SON YOU ARE TOO CUTE AND KIND]

Ah hah! It's okay! I do have a friend I stay with occasionally. You don't have to go out your way for me, it's fine.

[still_learning]

[He's just trying to be considerate, not ass to new friend.]

Oh! That is good. Then I will get to work cleaning this room out and if you do not return, I will assume you are with your friend.

[Though he'll hope to hear back from you within a few days, at least. plz don't skurr him. Also, since that's the case, he may build a small nest of padding for himself so the floor doesn't feel so harsh on him.]

[planate]

That works.

[PIPES IS REALLY DELIGHTED at how nice jetstorm is what a babe. he holds out his communicator, with some numbers on the screen.]

That's my wavelength. If you need anything or want me back just gimme a ping, alright? I don't usually stay away for more than a few days, anyway.

[still_learning]

[He stares at that data, memorizes it. And wishes he had one of his own to display his own, but instead he'll send a brief comm down that line.]

[[And this is mine.]] Were you able to receive that? I am afraid I do not have a communicator of my own yet, but I will remember your code.

[planate]

Got it! There's some terminals around that have started working again, too. I'll pass a communicator along if I find another one.

[still_learning]

[He nods and gives a deep bow to that mech.]

I am deeply grateful for your help, Pipes.

[planate]

Oh, psshaw. We gotta work together to survive, right?

[still_learning]

Right. I would like very much for us to survive.

[He looks back at his new room and vents a little sigh. Starting with that, then.]

[planate]

That makes two of us!

[gunfingers]