A large-ish, orange, black and silver SUV pulls up, before a young man with orange hair pulled back in a ponytail steps out. Scowling, he looks around, as though confirming something. "Figures I'd wind up here the day after I get my full proto..." WakeJumper sighs, hands on hips. "I would have this sort of luck...."

*blink blink*

Well... This is new... *And this certainly wasn't Cybertron, or Autobot City for that matter.*

Since when did Perceptor start emulating Wheeljack in his experiments?

*Note to self: Next time Perceptor wants to try and get the Decepticon's old space bridge working again... Make sure you're not in the actual room with the space bridge.*

(( A bored Jazz is never always a good thing, right? :P ))

[Having visually scanned the dressing room and seen no sign of his quarry, the silver Solstice transforms into robot mode, and speaks to the general population, hoping certain friends are within hearing range.]

Bee? Sari?

Where are my two favorite troublemakers, yo? It's been far too long since we had a party up in here!


[Then he sends a comm to Ratchet over their private line.]

Hey cutie, you still got that still in your aft?

[He tries to hold back his laughter, but ultimately fails.]

A bank of lockers over against the wall by the kitchen door shimmers, and then is shoved abruptly aside as that Animated version Blackout sits up shakily and glowers around the room. Her shell is riddled with scars, and the ways she's leaning against the wall suggests how severe the damage was, but that glower is anything but weak as she tries to figure out just what the slag happened to her and who the wise guy was that covered her with a tarp and left her here.

Oh, now where the hell have I found myself?

*She gets out a device and waves it around. It is emitting a series of steady beeps.*

The gem has been here. I must have missed it by mere days.

I will find it. It will lead me to this rumored "Council of Primus". My ancestors failed in the one goal that Sector Seven gave them, but I will not fail.

I will find this Council, and I will use whatever means necessary to protect this country from whatever they have planned.




[Just testing out a femmeformer Agent Simmons.]

*A woman appears, looking amused and fairly excited, stepping through the portal that had been set up earlier*

Heh. Well, now, this looks like a nice place... Look it at all the potential customers, after all.

I can make a fortune here... *chuckling she walks around a bit, examining everything- especially those things she thinks might be valuable*

Wonder how much one of these 'bots would sell for back home...? *chuckle*

*Many people and things show up in the dressing room. It's become quite common and is concidered the norm..... Though this is probably the first time a rabbit hopped through the door.*

...!? O.O

*looks around the room in complete confusion. Odd that a bunny can make a "wtf!?" expression so well.*

W-where!?... I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore... Not that I was in Kansas to begin with. I was in Oregon, but I don't think I'm there anymore either.

Here's the main man, looking worse for wear with a few deep bruises and bloody looking scrapes and cuts. Unperturbed, he's just smoking, ignoring the injuries entirely. At least he's looking confident enough that it seems he won whatever fight he got into.

From those who remember me from the AIM chat (CharmedSerenity), I  finally caved and joined with these three....


TFA Prowl - cyber_shinobi 

G1 Jazz - feels_the_beat

G1 Sixshot - one_robot_army

[Mikaela's sprawled on a couch, for once not looking a picture of perfect style. She's in overalls and a tank top, her hair up in a messy ponytail and covered with a bandanna, heavy boots on her feet. She'd been elbow-deep in the engine compartment of a (non-sentient) car before being yanked her, as her somewhat grimy appearance testifies.

(She, of course, manages to make it look fabulous.)

Rummaging around in the kitchen, she'd managed to find a enough stuff to pull off a batch of brownies--though she'd had to use a couple of cupcake tins to make them--and she didn't care if they'd come out a little dry, she was gonna eat as many of the damn things as she could. As far as she was concerned, she deserved it for putting up with getting yanked here all the time.

So here she was one the couch, surrounded by brownie smell and munching away on her second. The rest of them, still in the cupcake tins, sit on the couch next to her.]

*Man, his head hurts. He's been wandering around the forest and the dressing room, coming and going randomly, and it seems he's finally come to his senses.*



...SO, HOW BADLY DID I FRAG MYSELF THIS TIME?

So...I want to know more about these sparks. What exactly are they made of? How does one go about making one? And how does something as simple as a key make something come to life like that?

There's a karaoke room! There's a karaoke room! There's a karaoke room! There's a karaoke room! There's a karaoke room! There's a karaoke room! There's a karaoke room! There's a karaoke room! There's a karaoke room! There's a karaoke room!

And here we have a seemingly harmless looking concoction, being worked on by an orange femme. Suddenly, something goes wrong, and the concoction explodes. yet again.


This time, however, the orange femme lands on the floor with a loud thud. "...Primus...Here again? I wonder how I keep winding up here whenever something I'm working on explodes..." She seems a bit dazed, and rightly so, as this time, she was working with something rather voilitile.

"Still lost as hell. I knew it... And now I'm supposed to be looking for some Jackie person. Jackie...Jackie...that a boy or a girl..? Guess a girl."

Sighing, he finally settles down alongside one of the walls, raking a hand through his hair as his gaze wanders around the room. Taking a deep breath, he slowly lets it out and leans back against the lockers behind him.

"Name sounds familiar... Why do explosions come to mind..?"

*Stumbles in, looking scorched and with a sparking hole in his leg. Looks around, then cusses and fixes a plate over his badge to hide it before he sits and pulls out a few tools and starts to operate on himself.*

For real? Surrenders mean nothin' now? When did that war memo go out?

That was an interesting experience.

Very interesting.

His optic band bright with interest as he sits under a stool, his tiny face alight with curiosity. He hasn't noticed the tiny Seeker sneaking up on him yet.

And then the Seeker pounces, and there's a yelp! And then bittyJazz squeals joyfully. "Screamer! We was worrieded 'bout you!"

"I got losted! But I got off the leash!" bittyScream goes ^_^, then looks at his friend hopefully. "We c'n go home now?"

Jazz shrugs. "Dunno how. Dunno how I dot here."

"Oh...." Starscream sits beside him and goes ;_;

too many fuckin decepticraps here.  i'm gonna force feed you fucks my canon if  you don't get the hell off my com.

I am not impressed.

Well gee, I was just fishin' with Daniel and WOWZER I found myself about as tall as him.  This is totally bogus man.

It seems like you guys are just havin' a party here but this is WAAAAY not so smashing for me.

Help a brother out?

Maybe if I keep to myself nobody will shoot at me.

Or speak to me.

Or look at me.

Or think in my general direction.

This place is absolutely terrifying.

Something tiny suddenly arrows into the dressing room, trailing something bright red like a kite tail. Before anyone can really catch sight of whatever it is it's smacked head on into a locker door and hit the floor, where it proceeds to sit up, hold the abused head, and cry stormily.

"Soundwaaaaaave I hurted myself!!!!"

Then the tiny Seeker seems to remember something and stops crying to look around woefully. "We shutted Soundwave in the closet... there's nobody to...."

Big optics blink and go enormous as he takes in his surroundings. "Am I losted? Oppymus? Mega... Mega... Mama?"

(〃ﾟ∇ﾟ〃)

A-ano...Screamy-chan? It's like something out of one of her games...

There never seems to be a dull moment in this place.

Tsch. Better than just floating in space, I suppose. But the lack of my liege's offenses can be useful. Hm~.

Now if I was only back in my world.