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robot satan ([personal profile] robotsatan) wrote in [community profile] robothell2014-12-19 11:20 pm

[ INTRO LOG ]

You don't know how you got here. One minute you were walking, sleeping, maybe dead -- then you're here, your feet suddenly carrying you down an empty street. Where's here?

Any Cybertronian would recognize this as their home planet, Cybertron, but it's not a Cybertron they've ever known. It has all the familiar hallmarks, but none of the specifics -- the city isn't one anyone here could identify, and even at a glance it's obvious that no one's set foot on the planet's surface in hundreds of years. The city and its surrounding areas all bear the marks of devastating war, of dust and rust collected over centuries. With no one in sight -- right at first, anyway -- there's plenty to explore. In fact, if you start walking, you'll find that your feet may just carry you in one particular direction.

A) The crater.
On one edge of the city is a massive crater left by some wartime weapon that seems to have taken out a large chunk of the surrounding metropolitan area. At the center of the crater it's broken through the surface of the terrain to reveal what looks like it might be a promising energon deposit. There is some strange but native vegetation growing around the edges, too, that no Cybertronian would be able to identify -- small, metallic, brittle-looking sprouts that bear a curiously organic-looking fruit of some kind that doesn't look like it's intended for consumption by any natives of the planet. In one rocky nook of the crater, light catches on the surface of a pool of water, which seems strangely out of place on Cybertron. On closer inspection, it seems that somehow an underground water source has formed a spring in the crater.

B) The center of the city.
If you follow where your feet seem to want to carry you, you'll find yourself in the middle of the ruined city. It seems that the center of the city was once home to a massive forum, and some of the pillars and structures still stand. At the very center of the forum is a massive, elaborately constructed fountain, although it has now long since run dry of whatever used to fill it. One of the low, inner walls of the forum has a terminal embedded in its surface, although it looks curiously ancient, out of place with the rest of the city, and unlike the rest of the technology still left around, there doesn't seem to be any way to power it on or operate it. There are a few scattered pools of water and a few of the strange metallic plants in the city, too, but they're not quite as plentiful as in the crater.

The planet was obviously once home to a massive network of communication relays, but those have all been long since destroyed. However, with the bits and pieces left behind and a few determined minds, it wouldn't be too hard to build a working, if rudimentary, one...
planate: (HELP I'M STUCK IN AN ICON FACTORY)

[personal profile] planate 2015-01-26 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Sure, I can do that."

Probably.

"What were you doing before you arrived here?" Not about robots, no, but still something that's been bugging him and evidently June has nothing EXTREMELY URGENT to know at the moment.
milkruns: (love your mother)

[personal profile] milkruns 2015-01-27 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Me?" June sounds faintly surprised that Pipes is interested enough to ask, but pleased all the same. "I was just heading home from work... I just pulling into the garage and then next thing I know, bam -- Cybertron. Kind of a head trip, honestly. I was really looking forward to a nap after a twelve-hour shift."
planate: (nyoom)

[personal profile] planate 2015-01-28 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Right. Finding a human bed, top priority."

He's joking. Ish. Naps are very important.
milkruns: (but my arms were made to hold you)

[personal profile] milkruns 2015-02-02 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
June grins, making herself comfortable on Pipes' hand. Pipes, stop being so cute! Please nobody tell her how horrifically he dies.

"Somehow, I don't think we're going to find an Ikea around here," June says wryly, and she nudges against Pipes' hand. "But I'm a nurse -- I can sleep anywhere, including the backseat of a car."
planate: (o_o)

[personal profile] planate 2015-02-03 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't have any seats..."

Still in Cybertronian mode, after all.

"Maybe when we get into the city I'll get a comm signal and I can give Ikea a call. Maybe he'll know where to go."

Pipes, no.
milkruns: (you were meant to share the fire)

[personal profile] milkruns 2015-02-08 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
Sshh, Pipes, don't ruin the fantasy. June laughs into her hand, shaking her head.

"I wouldn't worry about it. I'm sure we can find something...there seems to be a lot left over from whoever was last here. Maybe I'll get lucky."
planate: (heeee)

[personal profile] planate 2015-02-08 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
"We'll have to find somewhere to shack up eventually, anyway."

Let's be real, neither of them are particularly amazingly set up for this situation.