AUGUST PLOT: A LOVELY TRIP TO PLANET 10952.EG.K

[luminals]

Arrival on EG.K is non-eventful; one will find themselves about a five minute walk away from the closest village on a very flat planet. The purple and turquoise grass waves in the near-constant warm breeze under a rosy pink sky, and while the sun seems far too close to the planet for comfort, the semi-cloudy nature of the planet means one can see far into the distance without squinting constantly.

EG.K is currently a delightful 23.9 degrees in Universal Standard Temperature, dipping down to 15.5 UST at night. Visitors to the planet can expect clear skies and no rain or storms for the week. Occasional winds up 50 MPH are present, but not constant.

Make friends with the locals, take a swim in a lake, actually do whatever it is you came here to begin with - whatever it is, enjoy your week on this charming and uneventful planet!

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OPEN PRAIRIE

[luminals]

annabeth chase | ota

[sophos]

[Annabeth is... flopped over on her stomach on the grass, in what looks like the barest and simplest of campsites. She's alone at the moment, but there are signs of a potential second occupant - two rolled up bedrolls, mostly.]

[In front of her is a laptop, white with a glowing blue Δ on the back, and she's typing away, reading over the screen at the same time. It almost looks like whatever she's doing, she can't do fast enough, and there's something possessive in her gaze and fingers. Right beside her is a sword, looking like it's made of some sort of bone, the handle close enough to grab in a second's notice.]

[In the middle of a wide open prairie planet?? Plenty to explore and see?? The clear solution is to be on a computer, obviously.]

[She's compiling her own information and thoughts, not that it's clear to conclude at all.]

[timeywimeyorb]

[Having gotten as much information as she was going to out of the villagers, Setsuna had decided it might be in her best interest to press outwards. They were only able to tell her so much and after her time on the space station she had learned that exploring things for yourself was never a bad idea.

She wasn't quite an expert hiker, but she had prepared as best she could for alien territory. It isn't long before she leaves the village behind in search for potential answers out here. What she wouldn't give for a decent library database or even a search engine to use that wasn't completely alien.

Strangely enough it's about that time that she notices the small campsite on the horizon. It would seem she wasn't the only one breaking away from the village.]

[sophos]

[Engrossed as she is, she's not oblivious to movements around her; her senses are too sharp for that. Annabeth looks up and squints - it's a woman, fairly young, though she can't tell how old exactly from the initial distance.]

[She doesn't do much though - just keeps typing away on her laptop, though she'll watch the woman's approach out of the corner of her eye. It's not like campsites aren't tresspassable, though she does end up shifting into a seated position by the time the newcomer gets close enough for exchanging words without shouting them.]

[Not that she exactly starts a conversation herself either.]

[timeywimeyorb]

[Setsuna may not be a technologically savvy as the people on board the space station, but she's advanced enough in various scientific fields to recognize a well-made laptop when she sees one. Although she had no way of knowing JUST how powerful it is unless she has access to it...which likely isn't going to happen.

The girl she approaches is obviously on guard, though not necessarily about to attack either. Setsuna nods politely in greeting.]

Sorry to disturb your peace. I'm only passing though. Mainly looking for more information.

[The girl doesn't look like the villagers though so Setsuna poses a further question.]

You're one of the others from Knowhere, correct?

[sophos]

[She shakes her head.] It's not like a giant field is a cluster of privacy.

[It's easier to get a look at the woman now, but that's just standard Annabeth, casing someone. It's a little worse here, with very little in the way of allies and Tartarus fresh in her mind.]

Yeah. You too, I assume? [It's not hard to infer from her own question. But it's nice to see someone who doesn't look like an alien for once.] There doesn't seem to be much more info out here, unfortunately.

[timeywimeyorb]

[A small smile appears at the comment.]

It's certainly more private than the middle of a busy village or an even busier space station. Although perhaps the term solitary is more applicable.

[Not that it bothers her. She certainly prefers it to that kind of bustle.]

It's a good place to think...but it sounds like few leads are out here.

[She wishes finding information was easier. Moving back to the question though.]

Yes, I am. Setsuna Meioh.

[sophos]

Solitary works. [Not permanently - Nico's just off on his own at the moment, but the two of them are hardly the perfect team. Solitary is more than applicable a phrase (and preference) to both of them).] I always think better when it's quiet. [And it's definitely quiet out here rn.]

[She nods.] Annabeth. Hi.

[timeywimeyorb]

It's a pleasure to meet you Annabeth, circumstances aside...

[She nods at the confirmation on solitude.]

I understand that very well actually. [She considers the statement and then decides to ask.] Have you thought of anything that could help us while we're out here?

[She asks the question in such a way that indicates she's only curious to find out if the girl has had any ideas. She's not really putting pressure on the girl or at least not meaning to.]

[gamora]

( Gamora likes to think she's a simple woman - with her cut and dry list of things she is terrible at and the things she is very, very good at. Most of Annabeth doesn't interest her; she couldn't care less about why the other isn't interested in the world around them. No, her attention is on the sword next to Annabeth, because there are some things that she does care about.

Sharp objects to kill people with? Yeah, she's interested. )

Get that in the marketplace? Didn't think they had anything fun in stock.

( She's tall, green, showing off more skin than most people, gesturing at Annabeth's sword with her own. )

[sophos]

[She doesn't miss the woman's approach - even if she weren't giant and green, Annabeth's senses are sharp. She only looks up fully when spoken to.]

Came with me from home, actually. It was here when I woke up in this place.

[If they weren't on a weird planet in space, and she weren't so tall, Annabeth would consider the woman some sort of wood nymph. Dryads are green, ok.]

[Definitely an alien though. The minimal clothing doesn't seem to bother her so much either. Growing up Greek™.]

[gamora]

Bone, isn't it?

( She peers closer at it, sheathing her own sword across her back to get it out of the way. Nothing pressing is happening, and she can take on whatever it is with her bare hands anyway. )

[sophos]

[She nods, and her hand curls around it. Not that she thinks the woman is going to steal it. It's just talking about it stirs something up in her, and she needs to touch it beside her.] Do you know what a drakon is?

[gamora]

Sounds like 'dragon', a Terran creature. Never saw one, but Moondragon claimed some of the things on Monster Island looked like one was supposed to.

( Bracket text would go here, but it's two in the morning and I'm lazy so you can just imagine Gamora doing something here that's surprisingly unobtrusive and bland. For the moment. )

Drift | OTA; brackets or prose welcome

[alwaysadrift]

Drift hasn't seen this much open space in a very long time. Just being under a clear sky seems to have put some lift in his step despite the gravity of the situation, but the plains stretching out before him make Drift feel downright frisky, a playful grin spreading over his face.

"Oh. I know what to do with this." He says with a grin, folding down into his altmode, his speedster's engine roaring to life as his tires touch down into the dirt. Sure he's supposed to be going somewhere, searching for the missing people and this village whose communications have gone dark, but he can have some fun while getting there right? Frolic time? Yes, frolic time.

SLAMS INTO THIS

[rodders]

( Do you know who else had the exact same idea, Drift? Here's a hint, he's speeding past you. Sure, Rodimus has spent most of the past few years on a ship, but being on his ship and being on a giant decapitated head aren't the same thing.

He sees Drift take off - it's hard to miss any of them when they're easily the tallest things around - and grins, transforming to follow him. They can deal with the problem later. Right now he's just going to enjoy himself.

Which means ribbing Drift when he passes the speedster. )

I remember you being faster than this, Drift.

OH GOD RL has been insane. x_x;;

[alwaysadrift]

[Proof they think alike. Or maybe that speedsters just have certain irresistible impulses.

But wow Rod, way to kick grass up into his grille as you pass by. HUFF. Drift can't take that with flat tires, hell no. There's another roar of his engine and the sound of tires tearing into the landscape as he turns to chase Rodimus.]

Should really see Ratchet about these memory loss issues you have.

[Oops, was that a getting old rib too? HAAA! Not that Drift can talk.]

[rodders]

( Irresistible impulses, absolutely.

Rodimus doesn't allow himself to slow down to let Drift catch up, no, that's not the point of this - instead he passes to the opposite side of Drift by cutting in front of the other mech, trusting that his friend isn't going to crash into him.

And that was a getting old rib, how dare you, Drift. )

Maybe I should slow down for you. Age before beauty, you know.

[alwaysadrift]

[That's what he'll tell the jury anyway. And Primus only knows how much organic habitat they're destroying. Not that Drift knows enough about organic biology to understand that. Grass, it's just decorative right?

And Drift would be insulted if Rodimus felt the need to handicap himself for Drift's benefit. There's a huff from his engines as he tails Rodimus instead, coming close enough to tickle the EM field at those exhaust pipes with his fender in the most obnoxious way possible.]

Oh, of course. Why do you think I'm letting you take the lead?

[SNAP]

[rodders]

Low blow, Drift. And completely not true!

( WHATEVER. The brush of his EM field makes him jerk slightly out of surprise, veering to the left before he corrects his course and speeds up a little. It feels good to do this - the speeding around with a sky above them thing. Organic, fleshy planet or not, there's not a lot of things that can dampen the joy of tires kicking up dirt.

His enthusiasm will be dimmed the first time something organic hits his windshield, but that hasn't happened yet. )

LOL this planet should have large, extra squishable bugs IMO.

[alwaysadrift]

Well stop leaving yourself open!

[He laughs, because deciding who's older is like trying to say which of earth's oceans has most water in it. After a point counting the drops is just pointless.]

Besides, maybe I also like the view. [Can't let Rodimus' ego go bruised for too long of course. But he's having a blast himself, just cutting loose, and enjoying a little friendly rivalry that doesn't involve politics or awkward social dynamics.

And because he's still feeling frisky boarding on obnoxious, he'll swerve around to Rodimus' other side and tickle the other set of exhaust pipes. Are you sure you want him back here Rod?]

OH GOD YES gross gross gross gross gross

[rodders]

Can't blame you there. You've been without a good shot of it for so long.

( Teasing, but yes that is a nice soothing of his ego, thank you Drift. At least until the tickling happens, and then he practically yelps and slams on the breaks, veering to the side in surprise.

Which. Really only puts him in Drift's way. Maybe someone should have thought that through before deciding that this was the wisest course of action, huh. )

Hey!

Pharma | OTA

[organ_pharming]

[Pharma sits motionless and monolith-like in the grass, staring out across the horizon. His thoughts are a massive jumble of paranoia, uncertainty, and fear. Relaxing has never been his thing, even before Delphi, but now it proves impossible. Nothing here is in his control. His future is undecided, his former goals now obsolete.

Megatron is right. The people in charge here dictate what their residents must do in order to stay. The mandatory teleportation had finally proved it to the medic. So here he was, on an organic planet, grasping at the tufts of grass as if they were his own puppet strings.]

hi there fellow jet

[knightoflight]

[Wing's trying to play it cool, and probably not doing such a hot job of it. He's trying not to think of what it means, for a knight to be missing a hand, how he can't fight, can't do his job.

It's sort of like the old 'don't think of an elephant'. The harder you try, the harder you think of elephants. Or in this case, all the things he can't do.

So it's a relief when he spots the other mech, and Wing crosses over, trying to hide his hand behind his back and play it cool. If whistling wouldn't be over the top, he'd try that, too.]

So. Are you enjoying your stay?

jet party!

[organ_pharming]

[So occupied by his own thoughts, Pharma fails to notice Wing's arrival until the other jet speaks. His head jerks up, fistfuls of grass ripping up between his fingers. He shakes the organic detritus away with a look of disgust.]

No. I don't appreciate being ordered around by our mysterious benefactors.

[And suddenly, while staring up at Wing, his vision goes dim. Pharma reacts by going completely still, about to call up a diagnostic when moving images begin to float before his optics. It's still Wing, but the background is different. Drift is present and looking distressed. The red and white jet lays motionless before him.

...and then it ends.]