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robothell2015-02-01 03:23 pm
luckyfaceplate) wrote in robothell2015-02-01 03:23 pm
Entry tags:
[Closed], [Open] after
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.
[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.
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It's a blunt answer as he meets his gaze, head tilting up only slightly.
"But I hadn't considered you being so resigned."
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He could bemoan the fact he's missing an organ, is in a considerable amount of pain and has no real other options. Sentinel isn't really one for self pity, however.
Not outwardly, anyway."It is a battle not worth fighting." He has no interest in accumulating more damage when he's barely functioning as is. Also, most people here are from the fucking future, alright.
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It got him the results.
"I'm happy to hear that, Sentinel. I look forward into turning you back into the Prime you should have been from the start."
If you were even worthy to start, asshole.
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His expression crimps at Optimus's statement - he really hates the implication Optimus has so much control over him. It's in his nature to resist being controlled. Quite ironic considering what he did to Cybertron.
"How noble." Stated with no shortage of disdain.
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A hand reaches out though, to the golden bot. Palm open and willing.
"You deserve a second chance as much as anyone."
You sociopathic asshole.
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"I look forward to being your pet project."
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh no he doesn't
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"It will certainly be an experience."
He's not thrilled about this either, asshole so stop your whining.
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He frowns, hoping Optimus will leave.
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Megatron fucked your shit up, man.
"I'll ask Ratchet to let me know when you're being released. We'll go from there."
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He's decided he's sick of this place.
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That's a no.
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"If you need to rest--"
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If you're injured still he is not going to be responsible for your stupid ass.
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"This is not the first time I've received a life threatening injury," Sentinel blows a puff of air out one of his vents that might be indignant. "I would not leave if I was in danger of dropping dead."
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"Of course. If you dropped dead, there'd be no one who would oppress the lower classes.
A shame."
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Sentinel rolls his optics in exasperation, "Perhaps I'll make an extra effort to stay online to spite those who wish otherwise."
Just after he's finished being an ass, something twinges inside him again and he winces ever so slightly. Ow. Maybe that's not a good idea.
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And despite Sentinel being a complete ass. Optimus's arm goes out to Sentinel as he lurches, knowing eyes staring at him. "Then if you wish to prove that, heal completely."
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He's too stubborn to just get back on the berth when he can theoretically leave. Pulling himself out of Optimus' reach, he stands back up to his full height. Or... as much as he can manage inside the clinic.
"Your professional medical opinion has been noted."
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Optimus watches as Sentinel stands up, eyes still somewhat judging, although not specifically speaking what he's thinking.
"Very well."