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WHO: Bumblebee and OPEN
WHERE: ffff, some random square in the city, mebbe other places?
WHEN: 18th July, afternoon-ish.
WARNINGS: Not unless you bring 'em with you :D
SUMMARY: Beeface explores his new home, he's a scout, its what he does. Feel free to come talk to him/buy him ice-cream/harass/poke him with a stick/steal him for Awesome Force
FORMAT: Whatever you want guys, I'm starting para but I'm down with anything. Multiple threads are go as well.
Knowing your surroundings was an important part of warfare, anybot could tell you that. Walking blindly into a situation was a good way to get your aft kicked, part of Bumblebee's function had been sneaking through enemy territory, reporting back to make sure the main forces didn't walk into something they didn't expect.
The City wasn't enemy territory per se, and he had a map, but the former yellow-bot still felt getting to know it on a visual level was worthwhile. That and it got him out of the Autobase, with the Godzilla threat seemingly over and the City recovering he didn't need to stay cooped up anymore. He could get out and stretch his wheels - or legs, as it were. It was certainly easier to think when he was out and doing something.
Less than a week ago he'd been in the middle of an imminent Decepticon attack, before being transported into a world where a figment of human fiction had intended to level the city. Nothing or anyone was as he knew them, which only left him uncertain as how to act. He had Sam with him, which was something of a blessing, he could carry on his duties as a Guardian. What else he should do though, he didn't know yet. Optimus headed up the human law enforcement here, which was an option. This version of his leader had been kind enough to house him and Sam, and Bumblebee didn't want to sit around doing nothing, a drain on resources.
Stopping in a large open area, he tilted his head, listening to some music that was faintly coming from somewhere nearby. He needed to find something to do, a job, maybe take up the hero work that he'd been brought here for? Though he wasn't sure about that, not many people here seemed enthused at doing it either. But something, Bumblebee didn't like being without a purpose, and guarding Sam didn't seem like it would take up as much time as it had back home.
[[ooc: As a note, there is no music playing nearby, its the first sign of Bee's sound powers emerging XD]]
WHERE: ffff, some random square in the city, mebbe other places?
WHEN: 18th July, afternoon-ish.
WARNINGS: Not unless you bring 'em with you :D
SUMMARY: Beeface explores his new home, he's a scout, its what he does. Feel free to come talk to him/buy him ice-cream/harass/poke him with a stick/steal him for Awesome Force
FORMAT: Whatever you want guys, I'm starting para but I'm down with anything. Multiple threads are go as well.
Knowing your surroundings was an important part of warfare, anybot could tell you that. Walking blindly into a situation was a good way to get your aft kicked, part of Bumblebee's function had been sneaking through enemy territory, reporting back to make sure the main forces didn't walk into something they didn't expect.
The City wasn't enemy territory per se, and he had a map, but the former yellow-bot still felt getting to know it on a visual level was worthwhile. That and it got him out of the Autobase, with the Godzilla threat seemingly over and the City recovering he didn't need to stay cooped up anymore. He could get out and stretch his wheels - or legs, as it were. It was certainly easier to think when he was out and doing something.
Less than a week ago he'd been in the middle of an imminent Decepticon attack, before being transported into a world where a figment of human fiction had intended to level the city. Nothing or anyone was as he knew them, which only left him uncertain as how to act. He had Sam with him, which was something of a blessing, he could carry on his duties as a Guardian. What else he should do though, he didn't know yet. Optimus headed up the human law enforcement here, which was an option. This version of his leader had been kind enough to house him and Sam, and Bumblebee didn't want to sit around doing nothing, a drain on resources.
Stopping in a large open area, he tilted his head, listening to some music that was faintly coming from somewhere nearby. He needed to find something to do, a job, maybe take up the hero work that he'd been brought here for? Though he wasn't sure about that, not many people here seemed enthused at doing it either. But something, Bumblebee didn't like being without a purpose, and guarding Sam didn't seem like it would take up as much time as it had back home.
[[ooc: As a note, there is no music playing nearby, its the first sign of Bee's sound powers emerging XD]]