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Post Type: Open
Where: A very large room
When: The beginning!
Summary: The first arrivals... arrive.
Warnings: Walls giving birth.


The wall looks solid. Gently curved, metallic, and a sort of pale bronze colour and very solid. Then a ripple appears on its surface, like someone had dropped a stone in a calm pool. This metallic pool, however, distinctly defies gravity, the rippling wall remaining quite vertical despite its increasing liquid-looking state.

Suddenly something breaches the surface of the wall and with it comes a gush of actual liquid, thick and green, spilling down the wall and out across the similarly metallic floor. The wall begins to ripple more fervently, and in great heaves a blue-and-silver figure is forced from its confines to finally collapse onto the ground. Gradually the ripples cease, the wall returning to its original solid state.

For a long moment the figure lies motionless. Suddenly he bursts into motion as if awakened from a nightmare, pushing up onto his hands and knees with a terrified gasp. He had been dreaming, hadn't he? Strange unsettling dreams that had seemed to last forever, but now he's finally awake...

Or is he?

Looking up, Mayday's jaw drops open as he surveys the strange room he finds himself in. Big doesn't even begin to describe it. The ceiling stretches up into a massive oblong dome, the far reaches of it almost lost in the haze of thin atmosphere. He's definitely not on their ship anymore, because he's pretty sure they could fit the entire ship into this single room.

He's woken up in a strange place with no knowledge of how he got there. Again.

He's all alone. Again.

And he's... he's covered in thick green goo.

Mayday begins to scream.

Date: 2014-12-14 03:02 am (UTC)
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"Mayday," Breakaway says more quietly as he spots the smaller 'bot, hovering in the air and reaching down to pick him up out of the slime, moving backwards to set him on the ground and then land himself. "Do you have any idea what's going on here? This doesn't look like something the 'Cons would have the resources to put together."

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