[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--"

[loyaute]

Arcee has come to understand that the hand on the shoulder thing was something Optimus did with people, as a sign of trust and friendship. It's a gesture of familiarity that she understands at least conceptually if not emotionally, so she doesn't fight it. It would be important to Optimus.

"No, I don't think so. Rodimus and Megatron are in charge of the Lost Light, and you and Bumblebee are responsible for those identifying themselves as Autobots."

Everyone liked Bumblebee. He had characteristics people liked, even if no one voted for him in the long run.

[luckyfaceplate]

It's certainly warming that Arcee accepts it as well. After her own choice to join the Autobots, Optimus had felt it necessary to include her just as seamlessly as he would to people who joined during the war. She was just as important, if not more.

Because she needed stability. He was already seeing changes for the better in her.

"That's right. Although I fear it's going to be difficult to maintain this now. I feel as long as we stick together as one, we'll have a more unified society here, and a more unified front to getting home."

...

He looks over, at Bumblebee chatting among the others.

"I'm fortunate to have him back."

[loyaute]

Arcee considers this, and then: "What happens when the NAILs show up?" Who will be in charge of them? Arcee doesn't care in any way except that she needs to know how it works to figure out her place within it.

"Yeah, everyone was worried for him when he got injured." Not her, though she understood why every other autobot would be upset. People did that when their friends were in danger.

[luckyfaceplate]

A good question, and one Optimus has to think about. He certainly didn't want to impose a rule here. But someone to lead them...that had to be established.

"They can either be with us or go off by themselves. I cannot command them. They retain the same rights as someone human, or any other living creature not aligned to us."

That would work. For now...

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.

[taselikeabee]

"Yeah," comes the reply. "Had a little run in with someone from the DJD."

Bee says it so casually, as if it isn't a big deal at all. Business as usual. Nevermind the fact that the DJD hardly ever left anyone left alive. Bee could have been in serious trouble.

Optimus is going to worry. Bumblebee doesn't want that.

[luckyfaceplate]

Bumblebee you can't just say you had a run in with the DJD during a huge meeting! Optimus's optics grow wide, almost to the point where they would probably pop out of his helm.

He wants to say something. 'What were you thinking!?' comes to mind first. But it's not the right place or time, and attempts to calm himself and--

"I see."

...It's really hard to take this as nonchalantly as possible.

"But you've recovered, and that's what's most important in this time."

[taselikeabee]

Sure he can. Bumblebee can say it and continue on like it's just a bullet point on a list. He even ignores the wide optics and the surprise. Bee isn't dumb to the sorts of reactions that saying such a thing will merit.

"For the most part. I got lucky, mostly."

Lucky is an understatement. Everyone is likely to know this. They can move on to the next point in conversation, yes?

"Anything else going on?"

[luckyfaceplate]

There's a soft vent, as if Optimus wanted to continue the conversation, knowing full well that it would be an inappropriate time to do so. Still, this conversation WASN'T over, and he wanted Bee to be fully aware that it was going to pick up at a later time.

"This Cybertron is a different one compared to our own. But much that we know of it is still uncharted. Unaccounted for."

And if this was the state that the nearest civilization had been reduced to, safe to say he was worried about the rest of the planet.

"I'm thinking of taking a crew to investigate.

[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.

[arnhaid]

"That's... one way to put it, Prime."

He's grateful for the physical contact. Sort of like a physical support. Though he doesn't feel like he's going to keel over from shock any time soon, it's still a lot to absorb. More than he might be able to.

After a moment, he looks up, searching that familiar face. "You holdin' up okay?"

[luckyfaceplate]

Ironhide certainly had more to catch up on than most And he wasn't the type to really process the complicated stuff. But that's where Optimus came in, to act as any kind of support he could for him, be it mentally or physically.

"I'm as well as can be expected. It's certainly a turn of events."

His eyes are the best indicators of his mood, and right now...he's a little lost.

[arnhaid]

"So not so good," he adds, quietly.

The stocky bot shifts nearer to Prime, looking up at him. He can read the look in those optics. The sudden lack of memory hasn't changed that much. He still knows Optimus.

Still loves him. Unwavering.

"What do y'need me to do, Prime?" Asking it like he's asking what Optimus needs from the grocery store or something.

[luckyfaceplate]

"Fair," he corrects. After all, he was alive, and all his friends were as well. That alone was comforting in itself.

Also wow Ironhide that's gay. You're lucky he's just as gay tho.

"I'm thinking of journeying to see if there's any part of this planet that survived its fate. Any survivors, any civilization... They could be invaluable to returning home."

[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.

[candidcamerabot]

Spy Shot peers up- and up and up and up -as Optimus Prime speaks to him. He had always thought of humans as rather large, but most Cybertronians are on a whole different scale. Honestly, he might as well be an insect compared to them, and he's rather pleased that Optimus noticed him.

"I am okay," he answers. "I am just listening. There is a lot that I don't know."

So much he doesn't know that he can hardly even ask questions! Far too many questions, and he wouldn't even know where to begin. Vera was always the one who was good at sorting out the important questions from the rest. Spy Shot just wants to ask everything.

[luckyfaceplate]

The bot's personality immediately strikes a positive note with the Prime, even offering him a hand to sit on if he wanted eye-to-eye conversation. "If there's anything I can inform you about, I'll do my best to answer personally."

It WAS a lot of information, after all.

"You are aware of our race?"

That was always a good place to start.

[candidcamerabot]

Spy Shot doesn't even hesitate to climb onto Optimus's hand. He's well used to hitching rides on other people. The Prime's palm is certainly much roomier than Vera's, though!

Permission to ask about anything! That's so exciting and he seriously doesn't know where to start.

Thankfully, Optimus starts with a question, and he answers with a nod. "Yes, you exist. You are alien robots. From Cybertron."

It doesn't matter that they're on Cybertron right now. As far as Spy Shot is concerned, aliens are anybody not from Earth.

[luckyfaceplate]

"Then that at least clears up some of the basics." A relief, really, because explaining the 'robots but not really' talk is something he has quite had enough of right now. Thankfully, Spy Shot is mechanical himself.

Much easier to relate to.

"We are. This is our home, and yet, it is not specifically my home. Different dimension."