There's bubbling going on in the Well. It takes a few moments of frantic thrashing before ink-slicked claws grab hold of the side, someone new dragging themselves over the edge and tumbling head over wings onto the ground.]
What is this?!
[The ink is sloughing off, revealing grey and
pinkmaroon armor, and a rather irritated looking young face. While this one is Cybertronian, he's the smallest one so far, coming up to maybe six feet as he pushes to his pedes, giving himself a shake.]
Ugh! What is this stuff?! Disgusting!
[The surface of the well bubbles wildly for a few moments before something explodes violently out and spirals high into the air.
It's a bird! It's a plane!
No, it's an Autobot with an out-of-control jetpack!
A much smaller Optimus than everyone is used to attempts to control his flight with very little success, his jetpack seems to have taken up a mind of its own and wouldn't respond to him no matter how hard he flails around. He pulls back on the throttle as hard as he could and somehow he ends up zooming downwards. He can only watch helplessly as the streets of Ink City rapidly approaches before-
There is an Autobot sized crater right next to the well. After a moment, he groans and somehow manages to drag himself up over the craters edge before shakily reaching up to touch his comm.]
...Ratchet, Professor Sumdac...I think we still have some work to do.
[He pushes himself to his knees and glances around with a somewhat dazed expression. Wait... this isn't Detroit, and he isn't getting any response from the others. His expression hardens slightly and he tries calling them again.]
Ratchet? Come in Ratchet. Bumblebee? Bulkhead? Prowl?
Someone answer! Sari?
[Well, this isn't good on so many levels.]
[This...this was against his whole principle of neutrality he'd been planning on but if anyone deserved some truth, it was the leader of the Autobot that had protected him during the Megatron incident. Less than twenty-four hours after arriving and he'd already kicked the hornet's nest three times. He shouldn't have let his own spite let slip a secret known only to the DoD contracts. And now, he HAD to answer for it with Optimus. He was dressed in a slightly ragged and oversized tuxedo, carrying a bottle of cheap wine for his dinner with Mr. Johnson and Miss Caroline. Sitting on the pier, he noticed that he rather enjoyed the waterfront.]
What I'm going to tell you...Stays with us.
[After this, he was going to shut up. Revert to his mute defense mechanism. No more talking, like a good little soldier...lackey.]
[Oh Blurr? Someone heard about what happened at the well. Specifically what happened with you at the well.
He doesn't mean to be nosey in your life but-
no wait yes he does]
Blurr? Are you there? Are you alright?
[The tone is quiet, as firm as he can manage, but there's a faint quaver in the back that suggests he's a lot less calm than he sounds right now.]
[Slouchy's just been kind of hiding in small, smurf-sized places for the past couple weeks. He hasn't yet wandered near enough to the forest to discover the fact that his house is magically here now as well, so he's been relying on the survival skills the other Smurfs have taught him since he arrived.
But...With it so cold and the ominous looking clouds that have begun to gather, he's getting a bit worried and finally thinking that maybe he should seek more permanent shelter.
The window vision thingy, he's realized, is the best way to reach all of his new friends and ask for help.
Right about now, your screen should be flickering to life, with a small blue face appearing on it.]
Um, hi guys? It's been kinda cold and looks like it's getting ready to snow more...
Has any one seen a good sized mushroom around? I need to smurf myself a house.
[He looks kind of worried. And hopeful. And worriedly hopeful.
Some one wanna smurf the poor kid out?]
[The Doctor appears on everyone's communicator screens. He is sitting in a spinning office chair set up against a wall constructed out of some alien material. He spins around once or twice while he holds the communicator.]
Well, nobody get too excited, but I think I've figured out a way to get us home.
Well, not think; I am certain. Otherwise I wouldn't be telling you. You'd say, 'Oh, is that true? I get to go home and watch West-Enders?' And I'd say, 'No, just a thought.' This time, though, I know it will work. Why am I so sure? Beats the hell out of me, that's why!
Also, I'm going to need a power source roughly equivalent to a sun going supernova for this to work. Oh, and some gum. The sticky kind.
[Makuta browses through the signals of his communicator that day, and he happens upon the altercation involving Caroline and Megatron. Needless to say, he's intrigued by the events, but he also pays close attention to Megatron. Another shadowy, villainous looking character, just like they said. Could he bear some connection to Soundwave? Quite possibly. So Makuta waits, and he waits, until Megatron no longer has any enemies bearing down upon him, and is sufficiently relaxed enough to talk to. Then, Makuta spreads his influence through the absence of light, over the city, until he finds the one he's looking for.
[When Megatron is in a fairly quiet location, without people attacking him, and hopefully not doing anything important, he hears a voice coming from the nearest large patch of shadow.]
[ It's been a couple of days, and while the thief wasn't exactly wont to go running off without warning for days, but this had been the absolute last straw for her. It'd been nearly a week, and she searched, scanned the talking box, and first and foremost, worried. The various audios and videos have depicted all sorts of things on her end, from nearly tearing apart the tower, to nervous chattering with Pascal about where he might be, where they haven't checked yet. Finally it's come down to using the comm itself, possibly as a cry for help. Maybe the world was just split again? Maybe. Hopefully. And she was just in color this time. And he would be there on the other end, in black and white. The blacks of her pupils and her eyelashes didn't offer much reassurance.
Still, she hopes to hear his voice on the other end. Behold, Inky City, the sunspot's dimmer than usual, with a face that's seen wider, less nervous smiles, and much more bright and cheerful eyes, not ones that have tears brimming on the edge. ]
...Where are you?
ooc: back with rapunzel! if you have anything that I dropped before christmas and would like to pick it back up, by all means, please tell me! blondie had some great threads going, and i wouldn't mind finishing any of them.
[The feed turns on to show Optimus Prime standing out by the pier (if you could tell, he kind of blocks a lot of the view), and his expression is quite troubled. Megatron had only been in the city a short time and he had already caused one human death. And he highly doubted it would stop there. His brows furrow as he almost seems like he doesn't know what to say, however he managed to find it in him to speak. How do you really explain this to everyone?]
Citizens of Ink City, I deeply apologize for that broadcast earlier. It was a most cruel act upon a human that I take responsibility for, as it should have never happened. While death is not permanent here, I have experienced how traumatic it can make those who witness it. And though we are immortal in a sense, a death is something that carries a heavy burden with it. I give this message as an apology of what Megatron has done, and I hope you do not hold us all to that same respect.
[Someone had to apologize, and he knew it wouldn't be Megatron. So he decided to take up the responsibility to do it. And with that, his shoulders droop slightly.]
Thank you for listening.
[He closes his eyes for a moment, thinking things over before he looks back, his eyes softer than previously. The feed cuts for the average city-goer, locked to Caroline.]
Miss Caroline, I hope you made it out of the well okay, and that Megatron has not followed. I will not delve into your business, I just would like to know that you are safe.