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Post by Elita-1 on Jul 18, 2009 23:06:32 GMT -5
Elita-1 sits up and rubs her head with both hands. What happened? Did she miss a step on the ladder or something? Fall and hit her head? She feels like waste on an energon cracker.... Wait. When did the library floor get so bumpy? Her hands drop and she looks around. She's sitting in a pile of rocks, in a room she doesn't recognize. She twists at the waist- oh hey, that looks like a desk or something over there. Elita pushes herself to her feet, then tries to get the attention of whomever may be over at said desk, if anyone is. She crosses her arms over her chest, weight shifted to her right leg. She looks rather cross. "You know, this really isn't very funny!" Because obviously Sentinel or Optimus (or both) are playing a trick on her or something. OOC: Um, Hi! I'm supposed to say this happens a week or so after the other recent arrivals. And, um, also she is on radio!
Edit: also open thread for thr Autobots!
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Post by Springer on Jul 19, 2009 0:38:17 GMT -5
OOC: Welcome!
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Alas, this 'bot is not at the desk! He's near the door, leaned up against the wall, typing away on a datapad.
Then a voice speaks, and Springer looks up. Huh. Is this one of those 'female' Autobots? He's getting a little better at telling them apart from the 'male' ones, but it's still a fairly foreign concept to him.
"Glad you don't think it's funny, heh. I haven't told any jokes yet. Name's Springer, and...well, welcome to the Event Horizon, Autobot and Maximal spacecraft." Or the Twilight Zone, but with giant robots.
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Post by Elita-1 on Jul 19, 2009 10:59:51 GMT -5
Elita moves a bit closer to the mech at the door. Not too close, though. The cross expression is still in place, but it is slowly giving way to one of curiosity- and bafflement as Springer talks.
"Ooookay. So either I hit my head hard enough to jar some logic circuits loose, or someone's gone to an awful lot of trouble to mess with my head in other ways."
She plops herself back down on the floor, after taking on for a minute that distracted look some get when talking on radio. She props her chin on her hand and her elbow on her bent knee. "Well, Optimus says stay here, so I guess I'm staying here, but I am definitely giving him and Sentinel a piece of my mind."
She looks the Autobot at the door for a few minutes, and then her curiosity gets the better of her. "You look sorta like Springer. He was in a some of the history files, the ones on the War."
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Post by Springer on Jul 19, 2009 11:46:31 GMT -5
Type type type...save...
So much for finishing the report while on rock-sitting duty. Ah well. Space travel tends to be boring, so it should be finished sometime soon.
Springer crosses his arms, then chuckles a bit at the last comment. "Well, I'd hope I look like myself. Though, while you wait for Optimus, I'll give you a quick run-down..."
A quick clear of the vocaliser, and he starts: "Well, you can blame the universe - or the All Spark, or Primus, or whatever you may have and/or believe in back where you call home. For better or worse, you're not where you used to be. This universe we're in, something here is pulling our kind from the various realities and times we call home for an unknown purpose. Currently...we're trying to figure out that purpose. So not quite a trick, and you didn't hit your head."
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Post by Clipper on Jul 19, 2009 14:28:27 GMT -5
There is a brief clatter of sound, like small feet running, from the corridor. Convenient, that, because it happens to be small feet running in the corridor. The bot attached to those small feet careens into sight in the doorway a moment or two later.
"Mr. Springer, sir, I'm really sorry to be late for my shift!" Clipper exclaims, oddly out of breath - since when do robots need to breathe, anyway - as she dashes in. "I must have lost track of-- Oh. Umm... Hello?"
Clipper shoots a look up at Springer before looking back towards their new arrival. Wonderful. Her first day being trusted with this duty - paired with a much larger, actually competent warrior, of course - and she's not only late, she missed an arrival.
Holi is going to murder her.
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Post by Elita-1 on Jul 19, 2009 21:21:15 GMT -5
Elita is about to laugh and tell the big green guy to stop pulling her leg. If he were really Springer, he ought to be much older, she thinks. And then he starts into a spiel about alternate universes and being yanked from them.
"Wait, wait..." She holds up a hand. Her voice is serious now, no longer sounding like the young cadet she really is. "You need to back it up and slow it down a bit, soldier, because I did not just hear that correctly. I mean, I just spoke with Optimus, and I'd lay odds it isn't some odd otherworld version. You-."
Her tirade (for tirade it is working up to be) is cut off by the arrival of someone small and pink. And very definitely not in scale with the Autobots of her world. Plus...she's remembering how Optimus sounded...
Rubbing her temple with one hand she stands once more. She may have a headache from heck, but she isn't going to be rude and do this sitting down.
"My name is Elita-1."
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Post by Optimus Prime on Jul 20, 2009 0:16:26 GMT -5
If Clipper is out of breath, Optimus Prime is nearly hyperventilating.
There is a roar of a fire engine racing down the corridors of the Event Horizon, complete with siren wailing to alert any passers by that they are about to be run over if they do not get out of the way.
Just outside of the door the sounds cut off suddenly as the unmistakable sound of a transformation occurs.
And then, sure enough, Optimus Prime enters the room. He looks a bit different since the last time Elita saw him, but it is unmistakeably him. He stops at the door, looking shocked.
He got the radio message, he knew she was here. He just didn't believe it. He couldn't.
"....Elita?"
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Post by Springer on Jul 20, 2009 0:30:06 GMT -5
So, first Clipper barges in, apologizing. Springer waves it off a bit. "Don't worry about it, Clipper, stuff happens."
Then Elita-1 speaks again, and Springer turns his attention to her. "Well, if you just spoke with him, then, odds are the one Optimus we have here is yours... He did tell you to stay here, which is a good thing, as you need to be fully briefed on the situation, and..."
Springer trails off, looking in the direction of the door as he hears Optimus' siren growing louder, and is about to look out the door when Prime enters, causing the Wrecker to step back suddenly.
Well, at least rock-sitting has its interesting moments!
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Post by Clipper on Jul 20, 2009 10:11:35 GMT -5
Stuff happens? Well, at least Springer isn't cross with her. She still doesn't want Holi finding out that she couldn't even make it to her shift in time, though. She'll worry later when she isn't so distracted why it matters so much more now what Holi thinks.
"Hello Elita-1. I'm Clipper," she greets the new arrival politely. If Elita isn't distracted too much by those rapidly approaching sirens, she may note that Clipper seems very... young, and not merely "out of scale".
Odds are, however, that the arrival of one seriously out-of-breath firetruck has distracted everyone from any such observations. Clipper would greet him as she normally greets everyone, but she seriously doubts that he would even notice, with hos his optics are glued to Elita-1.
It reminds her an awful lot of that first look Holi had given her when she'd arrived, come to think of it.
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Post by Elita-1 on Jul 20, 2009 10:29:26 GMT -5
Ow, ow, ow! Sirens making her head hurt more!
"What in Magnus's name is all...that...racket...?" she trails off as the source of that racket enters the room. It's automatic to take a few steps toward Optimus, to smile at his presence, and if there's a bit of relief in her optics well, hopefully he'll have the good graces not to mention it.
"Optimus?" He does look different, different enough to give her pause.
She shrugs then, to hide her discomfiture. "They've been trying to explain things, but it seems horribly convoluted. However-"
And now she finishes what she started, walking right up to Optimus and trying to lightly touch his shoulder. "However, if it's true, I'd expect you to be a bit happier to see me of all 'Bots. Sentinel isn't here, then, I take it?"
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Post by Optimus Prime on Jul 22, 2009 14:19:18 GMT -5
Optimus doesn't say a word. What is that look on his face? Guilt? Relief? Surprise?
There she is. It's really her. The same as when they arrived on that strange planet.
Silently, turns to the 'bot he had buried in his spark all those stellar cycles to hug her.
He may never let go.
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Post by Springer on Jul 22, 2009 17:55:39 GMT -5
Springer keeps quiet, looking back and forth between Optimus and Elita-1, and Clipper.
He's a little confused, and finally, he just offers Clipper a shrug. What's a Wrecker to do in the midst of a big emotional display of emotiony emotions?
Ignoring the fact that he'd totally do the same thing if one of his team showed up.
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Post by Clipper on Jul 22, 2009 18:24:28 GMT -5
Springer might not get quite the response from Clipper that he's expecting, as she is watching the reunited pair with a vaguely starstruck expression. She releases a soft sigh when Optimus closes that distance and pulls Elita-1 into his arms. It's so.... so romantic!!
Optimus looks just exactly like Holi had when she'd stepped out of Mirage's interior and he'd caught sight of her. It's so... sweet! She tucks her clasped hands under her chin as she gazes on, and wishes that Holi were there to hug.
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Post by Elita-1 on Jul 22, 2009 19:04:44 GMT -5
Oh! Wow, he seems to have really missed her! How long has he been here, without her and Sentinel? It must have been really hard on him, not having his friends around. She hugs him back, though perhaps with a little less desperateness.
She leans her head back so that she can smile into his face, "That's more like it." A little smug, a little flirty, just like always. "So, this really isn't some hidden part of the Academy, it isn't a joke, and we really are...in some different reality?"
She tries to push back against him, just enough to make the embrace more relaxed, friendly. But she doesn't move to let go of him.
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Post by Optimus Prime on Jul 23, 2009 0:54:54 GMT -5
Optimus smiles back at her when says 'That's more like it'. "We really are. I woke up in the middle of a battle with a multi-versal Decepticon contingent."
At the pushing back to the hug, Optimus lets go. He feels he has to qualify the warm embrace. "I've been... it's been a very long time since I've seen you, Elita." Which is the truth.
...and Optimus realizes that there are people watching him. And in the case of Clipper, she's gazing at them. Public displays of affection aren't exactly his thing. Now he's embarrassed.
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