[Closed], [Open] after

[luckyfaceplate]

WHO: [Closed] - Optimus and non-Lost Lighters
[Open] - Optimus and YOU!
[Closed] - Optimus and Sentinel
WHERE: Near the Crater
WHEN: After Bumblebee recovers from being hurt, a few weeks after everyone's arrival
WHAT: Information sharing and political stuff
WARNINGS: NONE

[CLOSED: NON-LOST LIGHTERS: NO TARN ALLOWED]

Optimus had asked word to be spread about a gathering. It'd taken some time (some of them had gotten injured along the way), but word had gotten out. With a new, yet destroyed Cybertron, Optimus had wanted to set the record straight with quite a few things. One, that they were not here to continue the war. The planet's landscape was proof enough that the environment had clearly seen its fill of that. Two, to fill in others who had not otherwise caught up with what was going on back home, as well as any people not from that universe. And three, how leadership should be distributed.

Topics covered
-Finding out just who is and isn't accounted for
-The Megatron situation
-Filling in on what's been going on for those not caught up
-Leadership and how it's going to be treated, who's going to follow who's lead.

The rest is just mingling, catching up on some old friends who may have died or worse. Feel free to use this as a moment to make new friends as well, or potential new not-so friends.

Who knows!

[LATER: OPEN TO ALL]

After the meeting had taken place, Optimus had decided to get a little 'fresh air'. Why yes, he knows he doesn't breathe. But with everything now as situated as possible, he needed to consider some of his personal thoughts. Things that couldn't be brought up there. Many things had come back from the dead (quite literally in some aspects) on his arrival here, and dealing with those wounds opening was not something he'd originally thought he'd face so soon. Bumblebee...Shockwave...Roller...

Was the universe teasing him on this? He'd miraculously gotten Ironhide back, it wasn't completely beyond all reason. But it'd reminded him just how fragile everything was in his hold. If he believed in it, he'd call himself cursed.

No...it'd been a series of circumstances. Series of many things that went wrong. Things not even he could have prevented if he wanted to. And sometimes...

He didn't know which one was worse.

[EVEN LATER: CLOSED: TO SENTINEL PRIME]

This had been long overdue. Optimus had met Sentinel Prime the day they'd all arrived, and while their conversation had been anything but pleasant, there was still unfinished business to attend to. Granted, before he could, Megatron had gotten ahold of the Prime before him, finishing what he'd somewhat started. Sentinel himself was...alive, at least. In extreme medical care, but fine. All Optimus could do was wait until he was conscious again.

Before he'd have a chat.

He walks in, giving his regards to whichever medic was on duty at the time before glancing around, looking for the ex-Prime. Thankfully, he wasn't too hard to spot. A large gold and red monstrosity was very hard to miss. The green thumb of Cybertronians, dripping with pretentiousness. There's a brisk walk over to his bed, eyes as hard as when they'd met for the first time.

"You're awake."

Nice observation, Optimus.

"I was beginning to think you'd become a real sleeping beauty."

The sarcasm, there's oh so much.

Comments

CLOSED: NON LOST LIGHTERS: MEETING

[luckyfaceplate]

[This is for all the non Lost Lighters attending OP's meeting!]

ARCEE | OTA

[loyaute]

She's not used to standing with a crowd, especially some that might not want her there. But the badge on her chest is as much of a mark that she belongs with everyone as anything else, and so Arcee at least shows her face. Sure, she's off to the side and as silent as one might come to expect, but she's there.

Standing.

Awkwardly.

[luckyfaceplate]

He hadn't expected Arcee to participate. She had taken rather well to the Autobot ideals, and her loyalty had remarkably grown to him. But it was a social gathering, and he wasn't about to tell Arcee to be around so many people. That would be her choice.

"I'm certainly glad you came, Arcee." His voice was quieter than usual, a hand reaching out to hover over her shoulder a moment before placing it there.

She shouldn't stand alone, that made it only more uneasy.

"If you have any questions--"

Bee | OTA

[taselikeabee]

Bumblebee remains close to Prime for a lot of this. They have to make some sort of united front, don't they? Optimus is very much in command here and Bee supports his friend in this. After all, he can't really shine a light to Optimus Prime and his present situation of not being alive kind of squishes any and all claims he could make - not that he's seeking to, mind.

Thankfully, he is all caught up in events. Bee doesn't hear much that is surprising. Suits him just fine. Either way he's here. Relatively fine, save for a few dings and scratches...

Also still very badgeless.

[luckyfaceplate]

Bee was a much needed, much welcomed addition to the group. After having thought he'd lost him, it gave comfort to his spark to have him standing beside him. Bumblebee wouldn't know it, but Optimus had considered him just as much a leader as himself.

It isn't until after the catching up that he turns to Bee, letting everyone talk among themselves while he focuses his attention on the smaller bot.

"You seem to have met with some bad company since we last met."

It's said lightly, without making too much of a fuss. The exact opposite is going on inside, considerably worried for his friend. But now wasn't the time to delve into that.

[arnhaid]

Oh, he was going to be there. Of course he was going to be there. Prime called a meeting -- Ironhide was going to show up. No questions asked. Even if he couldn't do anything more than stand and watch Optimus' back, that's what he was going to do.

He's going to follow Optimus Prime. Also no questions asked. If he ran into a Megatron, he was going to punch first, question later.

The rest...

The rest makes his head hurt and makes him scowl down at his feet.

[luckyfaceplate]

He knew this would be hard for Ironhide to take in, especially once Optimus had covered the whole 'Megatron is an Autobot' thing. It certainly wasn't easy for anyone to swallow. A hand goes to Ironhide's shoulder, his voice even.

"I know it's a lot of information."

It doesn't necessarily help him emotionally, but it's what Ironhide needs.

[candidcamerabot]

Spy Shot 6 wasn't sure he was invited to this particular meeting, not being affiliated with this 'Autobot' organization, but then it was difficult to keep someone six inches tall from going where they wanted and easy to overlook them.

Not that he was trying to stay hidden at the moment, having climbed up onto a piece of wall to get a decent vantage point.

This Optimus Prime fellow certainly had a lot to say - and he rather resembled one of the NBEs Spy Shot had caught sight of back in his universe, and wasn't that interesting? - and the camera-bot understood very little of it. There was far too much he didn't know about any of this: of Autobots and Decepticons and Cybertron and Megatrons...

He wished his human partner was here. She was always much more intuitive and better at filling in the blanks than he was. He was really only good at remembering what was put in front of him. That's why she was the reporter and he was the camera.

[luckyfaceplate]

Six inches tall was certainly the perfect infiltration height, especially to an Autobot party. And well...Optimus wouldn't exactly kick him out even if he were standing at the door. But he notices the little speck wandering around, and decided to at least take notice.

"My apologies. I was unaware we had smaller guests this evening. Is there anything I can do to provide information or assistance?"

His voice was as even as always, gentle and inoffensive. At least...he hoped.

LATER: OPEN TO ALL

[luckyfaceplate]

[Feelings talk goes here]

R U READY

[deceptionshark]

[After his encounter with Nautica, some time ago, Megatron was all fired up and ready to do things. That faded after a bit and he found himself bored again. He's not entirely sure if he was consciously on the lookout for Optimus, but when he spots a familiar red-and-blue colour scheme, his spark jumps with excitement. Could it be?

Eagerly, he circles lower, taking in every detail he can from above, before transforming and landing a respectable distance away. From this angle, he immediately noticed that this is not, in fact, his Optimus Prime. The differences are obvious to him. Glaringly obvious. Disappointment clouds his spark, but he puts on a charming, sharp-toothed, smile nonetheless.]

Optimus Prime.

[Do you know who he is, Strange Optimus? He should hope so.]

I was wondering when I'd run into one of you.

SO READY

[luckyfaceplate]

[It's not a voice he certainly recognizes. Foreign, in some aspects as he hears it utter his name. Something about it seemed to chill his spark, and his ear pieces flick slightly, the only noticeable sign of acknowledgement the other is going to get for a few moments.

Who would say his name with such a sneer? With such vitriol?]

Megatron.

[Tired Optimus turn away from the crater, flicking over to the being behind him. It's certainly not a Megatron he recognizes. Far too spiky, and somewhat more unhinged than his own. His stance doesn't falter, a trait of any and all Optimus Primes, as the other approaches. Despite the unfamiliarity, when it came to Megatron, Optimus was always prepared. Even for the ones of other universes.]

Then you know I am not your own.

[Arms fold, looking straight at him.]

That being said, I'm curious to what you want with me? Technically, we have no issues with each other. My war is over.

ewww feelings

[tomemyoutliers]

Shockwave doesn't follow Optimus out - busy talking to those few bots he knows or recognizes and introducing himself to the ones that he doesn't. It's slow going, and he's used to the expressions of shock by now that everyone gets when he says his name. Most are too polite to say anything but the stares are the hardest things to hide. To say that he minded wouldn't be entirely accurate, he's just tired of having to explain himself.

There's one mech he doesn't have to do that with, and Shockwave goes in search of him.

"Optimus!" And his voice is cheerful but relieved, smile easy and wide. "I wondered where you ran off to."

[luckyfaceplate]

Hearing Shockwave's voice, in such a cheerful tone no matter--it'd only emphasized his thoughts further. Was this world just playing a cruel joke on him? Shockwave had been at the meeting, and had been rather supportive of the entire thing. But there was discussion to be had, and Optimus had no time to really deal with the situation of Shockwave being here.

Until now.

He turns, when the jet approaches, eyes a tad bit more wide and alert than usual.

"Mm. I thought some time away from the meeting would do some good. I see you had similar thoughts."

And it totally wasn't because he was there.

S'up space dad

[system_dp]

What's that Optimus, hoping to have some quiet time by the crater to think? Hahaha unlikely, more so since there is a small (for Cybertronian standards) robot who happened to be puttering about in the crater at around the same time the Prime is doing his thing. That robot, being Miria, may have noticed Optimus and is trying to not be noticed.

Which makes it kind of hard to get out of the crater, since transforming and flying out is to flashy. So climbing it is. Which is not quiet at all, especially when she slips and let's out a small...

"... ow."

oh nothing just telling space dad jokes

[luckyfaceplate]

Years of working with bots smaller than him gave him a keen eye for this sort of thing. He was more wary of things below him than at eye level. It was his good perception and...well, the small 'ow' that catches his attention, eyes flicking down to the crater to see who had uttered the small noise.

Cue a crouch down as well, to get a better look.

"Do you need help?"

Nothing too patronizing, but merely asking.

[officerjuicebox]

Awkwardly shuffling in after all was said and done...? Yep. That's him all right. Carrying a makeshift box full of salvaged parts, too. It's not quite showing up five minutes late with Starbucks, but hey, it's close. There are a few others milling around, leaving, it looks like. And Pa -- Prime heading off in another direction.

That's where Roller heads, pausing a few feet behind him, box in hand like some kind of apology gift.

"So..."

So Shockwave is here and you're Prime.

"Did I miss anything?"

[taselikeabee]

[ hey man he's just thankful to get away from the hustle and bustle for a while.

and he might be trying to slip away. because there's a chance of a lecture that's been delayed.

Bee is small. it's possible to slip out unnoticed, right? ]

CLOSED: SENTINEL PRIME

[luckyfaceplate]

[This one's just for you #bestprime]

kiss

[staygoldponybot]

He sits up and swings his legs over the edge of the berth, something he's only recently been able to do without blacking out. It hurts, of course, but Sentinel's unimpressed and mildly annoyed expression doesn't waver, despite the needling pain on the base of both feet.

Whining and crying for help just isn't his style.

"The Matrix saw fit to lend you more than just wisdom, then."

Your humour fucking sucks bro get out of his room

[LATER: OPEN TO ALL]

[warcorrespondent]

Clearly, Optimus needed more on his mind because the universe sees fit to drop Aftermath on him then and there.

The old truck had been... well, it wasn't quite an ambush since he had basically been in plain sight a respectable distance away from the Autobot's gathering point, waiting for a suitable moment. He'd certainly been keeping track of the individuals he spotted along the way and he'd absolutely been keeping a keen optic out for that iconic red and blue color scheme.

"Optimus Prime," he calls out, striding over to his target. "May I have a moment of your time?"

[luckyfaceplate]

The sound of his name ringing through the air certainly catches his attention, although it's not a voice he recognizes right off the bat. It gets his head to turn, seeing the truck walk over to him. A possible Decepticon, but he was reserving judgement for the time being. After all, the war was over, and if Aftermath had no qualms about him, it'd be the same for himself.

"Of course."

There's one more glance out at the crater before turning his full attention to the other.

"I don't believe we've met."

[candidcamerabot]

After AFtermath has finished his interview with Optimus Prime, a small silver speck races towards him to cover the great distance between them - that would have been little more than a few steps for one of the Cybertronians.

"Hello!" Spy Shot calls, trying to catch Aftermath's attention before the reporter leaves. There's no way the camera-bot could catch up if he heads off.

B!!

[starscheme]

As per-goddamn-usual, Starscream has been avoiding other people like the cybonic plague. Normally he would have been sucking up to just about everyone he came across from the moment he woke up on this planet. He would have subtly tried to throw himself into the thick of things, to try and figure out where alliances are starting to form amongst the tiny population of the once abandoned city, sniffing out weak points and contemplating what his next move towards seizing power would be.

Apparently getting nearly scrapped by a bunch of Predacons can change a guy a bit.

The seeker is just trying to mind his own goddamn business when he catches a glimpse of a really unwelcome face approaching, and throws himself gracelessly behind a nearby scrap pile. He presses against it, venting hard and hoping he wasn't seen; his colors, luckily enough, provide him some natural camouflage against the dreary grey surroundings. Thus far they've actually been a boon to his new favorite activity of sneaking around and rushing from hiding spot to hiding spot like a particularly jumpy prey-reptile. It would be pretty hard for anyone to miss the flurry of movement he created in his haste, though.

[luckyfaceplate]

Quick movements didn't go past the Prime, and as Starscream tries to take cover behind that rock, he manages to catch it in the corner of his optic. A flash of blue seemingly looks the jet's way, narrowed in suspicion at what he just saw. Anyone could have brushed it off as the rock formation being not entirely stable. A few pebbles falling at the most.

But that could be a mistake that would be life or death. Something Optimus isn't willing to risk on a foreign (yet somehow familiar) planet.

Keeping his eyes locked on the boulder, he pads forward as quietly as he can, waiting to see who, or WHAT could possibly be hiding.

The very least? Nothing. The very most....well, let your imagination do the work.

"Show yourself."