Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Apr 21, 2009 22:17:22 GMT -5
Set on Day 40 of Small Plots, a little over two months in.
Open thread.
Mayday stands at an entrance to the Autobots' underground lair, glowering out at the horrors that he must confront. Finally the day that he has been dreading since he arrived on this organic-infested ball of dirt has arrived. In order to continue his work on the developing spaceship, he must do the unthinkable and venture... outside.
He has the co-ordinates for the building site, and enough parts have already been moved out by people more heavy-lifting inclined than he to start putting them together. All that he has to do now is step out of the cave. And pass through a bunch of overgrown - and rather insidious-looking, he has to say – forest. Full of who-knows-what lurking dangers.
Y'know, ignoring the path worn through it from people going back and forth hauling spaceship parts and the fact that none of these parts-haulers met with any unfortunate ends. Yeah, besides that, totally overgrown and dangerous.
...Okay, so maybe he just thinks it's really gross. Having spent this much time on the planet he has come to accept that organic life isn't anymore likely to infect, devour, or otherwise cause him harm than mechanical life. Which means, of course, that he's still quite paranoid of it and doesn't want it touching him; he's just not more paranoid of it than anything else. On the other hand, he stills thinks it's freaky and icky in a way that inorganic stuff isn't, and thus his difficulty extracting himself from the rather less-full-of-organics tunnels.
Finally, with a long pathetic whine of protest, he drops backwards, transforming into his vehicle mode and sets out towards the construction site.
The journey isn't going too bad (and honestly, it's not a particularly long one), Mayday keeping carefully as far from the foliage on either side of him as possible, and silently bemoaning the grit coating his tread, and shuddering at the occasional stuck leaf. It's not exactly pleasant, but it's not too bad. Then something small, rubbery, and possessing four legs lands smack dab in the center of his Autobot sigil.
With an incredibly undignified squeal, he swerves wildly back and forth in an attempt to throw the thing off. "Getoffgetoffgetoff!" Unfortunately, wild swerving while driving isn't usually the best idea, and Mayday quickly finds himself off the beaten path and on a collision course with a tree. Turning hard to avoid hitting it, he feels the ground disappear from beneath his tread as he goes flying off a cliff. Well, maybe not so much a cliff as a small bluff. Or perhaps it would be best to just call it the edge of a rather large ditch. A large ditch that is completely overgrown with thick vines.
After snapping through quite a few hardy vines, Mayday crashes to the bottom of the ditch with a dull thud, and finds himself rather… upside-down.
"Well, this is just great," he mutters to himself, transforming back to robot mode. Standing up, he smacks a couple of dangling vines away, making disgusted noises, and eyes the top of the ditch. The edge is only about a head taller than him, so it should be easy enough to climb out. He'll need some serious decontaminating time after this though. Stepping forward to make a grab for the edge, he feels a slight tug of resistance, and realises that something is wrong. Glancing back, he realises with dawning horror that at some point during his transformation, a vine got caught up with his tread and is currently laced through his back. "Ghk." Cue frantic flailing and cursing.
Mayday quickly finds his spastic movements interrupted as another vine manages to end up looped around one of his wrists. Pausing for a moment, he glares at this new offended vine and gives his arm a good jerk. When the vine finally snaps, he unbalances slightly and stumbles backwards, somehow manage to get yet another vine hooked around his ankle, causing him to trip and topple backwards into yet more vines. Trying to shake himself free of the nest of vines, things proceed to go from bad to worse.
When he finally finds the sense to stop moving – not that there's much of him left in a position to move – Mayday finds himself locked in an incredibly awkward position. He lies against the ground with most of his weight on one shoulder, his hips held off the ground on account of one of his legs being suspended in midair, tightly wrapped in vines. The arm containing his plasma torch is bound close to his chest with his hand tucked against his neck, while the other arm is pulled out being him at an incredibly awkward angle. The only limb he can actually move at the moment is his right leg, which is currently dangling uselessly in the air. He doesn't want to tempt fate by trying to kick his way free with it.
One of his optics twitching away rapidly, Mayday lets out a small whimper. Then something small, rubbery, and possessing four legs lands with a smack on the faceplate of his helmet.
Mayday's screams echo through the surrounding forest, followed by a desperate plea on the Autobot channel: //Save me, save me, somebody save me!//
Open thread.
Mayday stands at an entrance to the Autobots' underground lair, glowering out at the horrors that he must confront. Finally the day that he has been dreading since he arrived on this organic-infested ball of dirt has arrived. In order to continue his work on the developing spaceship, he must do the unthinkable and venture... outside.
He has the co-ordinates for the building site, and enough parts have already been moved out by people more heavy-lifting inclined than he to start putting them together. All that he has to do now is step out of the cave. And pass through a bunch of overgrown - and rather insidious-looking, he has to say – forest. Full of who-knows-what lurking dangers.
Y'know, ignoring the path worn through it from people going back and forth hauling spaceship parts and the fact that none of these parts-haulers met with any unfortunate ends. Yeah, besides that, totally overgrown and dangerous.
...Okay, so maybe he just thinks it's really gross. Having spent this much time on the planet he has come to accept that organic life isn't anymore likely to infect, devour, or otherwise cause him harm than mechanical life. Which means, of course, that he's still quite paranoid of it and doesn't want it touching him; he's just not more paranoid of it than anything else. On the other hand, he stills thinks it's freaky and icky in a way that inorganic stuff isn't, and thus his difficulty extracting himself from the rather less-full-of-organics tunnels.
Finally, with a long pathetic whine of protest, he drops backwards, transforming into his vehicle mode and sets out towards the construction site.
The journey isn't going too bad (and honestly, it's not a particularly long one), Mayday keeping carefully as far from the foliage on either side of him as possible, and silently bemoaning the grit coating his tread, and shuddering at the occasional stuck leaf. It's not exactly pleasant, but it's not too bad. Then something small, rubbery, and possessing four legs lands smack dab in the center of his Autobot sigil.
With an incredibly undignified squeal, he swerves wildly back and forth in an attempt to throw the thing off. "Getoffgetoffgetoff!" Unfortunately, wild swerving while driving isn't usually the best idea, and Mayday quickly finds himself off the beaten path and on a collision course with a tree. Turning hard to avoid hitting it, he feels the ground disappear from beneath his tread as he goes flying off a cliff. Well, maybe not so much a cliff as a small bluff. Or perhaps it would be best to just call it the edge of a rather large ditch. A large ditch that is completely overgrown with thick vines.
After snapping through quite a few hardy vines, Mayday crashes to the bottom of the ditch with a dull thud, and finds himself rather… upside-down.
"Well, this is just great," he mutters to himself, transforming back to robot mode. Standing up, he smacks a couple of dangling vines away, making disgusted noises, and eyes the top of the ditch. The edge is only about a head taller than him, so it should be easy enough to climb out. He'll need some serious decontaminating time after this though. Stepping forward to make a grab for the edge, he feels a slight tug of resistance, and realises that something is wrong. Glancing back, he realises with dawning horror that at some point during his transformation, a vine got caught up with his tread and is currently laced through his back. "Ghk." Cue frantic flailing and cursing.
Mayday quickly finds his spastic movements interrupted as another vine manages to end up looped around one of his wrists. Pausing for a moment, he glares at this new offended vine and gives his arm a good jerk. When the vine finally snaps, he unbalances slightly and stumbles backwards, somehow manage to get yet another vine hooked around his ankle, causing him to trip and topple backwards into yet more vines. Trying to shake himself free of the nest of vines, things proceed to go from bad to worse.
When he finally finds the sense to stop moving – not that there's much of him left in a position to move – Mayday finds himself locked in an incredibly awkward position. He lies against the ground with most of his weight on one shoulder, his hips held off the ground on account of one of his legs being suspended in midair, tightly wrapped in vines. The arm containing his plasma torch is bound close to his chest with his hand tucked against his neck, while the other arm is pulled out being him at an incredibly awkward angle. The only limb he can actually move at the moment is his right leg, which is currently dangling uselessly in the air. He doesn't want to tempt fate by trying to kick his way free with it.
One of his optics twitching away rapidly, Mayday lets out a small whimper. Then something small, rubbery, and possessing four legs lands with a smack on the faceplate of his helmet.
Mayday's screams echo through the surrounding forest, followed by a desperate plea on the Autobot channel: //Save me, save me, somebody save me!//