[Day 2, noon] Invitations in Goldleaf

[arcadia_central]

[NB: This is not an actual log, but more of an update post. Succinctly, uSUC is holding an Event - a sort of Q&A session for the users, together with an explanation of why they're here -- to the best of uSUC's knowledge, anyway. This takes place after the exploration team leaves, but everyone else is welcomed and encouraged to attend. The event has

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[kedron]

Kedron didn't know just what on earth an 'exclusive dialogue session' was, but it sounded fancy. And fancy wasn't something he exactly liked. Food, though. Free food always got him.

He read it again. It couldn't hurt to turn up, skulk around a bit, get more information...

...and maybe the cat -- Mogget -- would be there. Maybe there would be fish. But on second though, Mogget wouldn't know about it if he didn't talk to the computer, would he? And could a cat even read?

Pulling himself out of bed (sleeping in was always good), he grabbed an orange from the dispenser and went in search of the feline.

[bright_shiner]

Mogget would have slept in, but since he wasn't looking after anyone or being looked after, and so it wouldn't annoy anyone if he refused to get up, he hadn't bothered. Sleeping in was only useful when you were annoying somebody.

Mogget was, however, bored. He'd been avoiding talking to the computer-thing so far, but he'd overheard a pair of girls discussing the 'meeting' it was holding, and he thought it might prove interesting.

The cat could read- it just didn't bother if there was someone else to do the work.

So he headed out, along the slightly less-deserted streets, taking his time and never getting dusty for all he was walking along the road. He kept an eye out for the strange not-boy-child, or the angry one- Kedron, again. they'd been entertaining.

And maybe, just maybe,/i> somebody would have some real food.

[kedron]

The angry one was currently wtfing over a new piece of Arcadia that had, apparently popped up overnight.

It was a patch of lawn. Right in front of the apartment he'd taken shelter in for the night. A very nice piece of lawn, square, about three feet across on each side. Smack bang in the middle of the pavement.

"As if someone just waved his hand and said: Let there be grass," Kedron muttered to himself.

But that wasn't the strangest thing about the sudden greenery in a city that was noted for its grey. Right in the middle of the lane, dead center, was a solitary flamingo.

A solitary, neon-pink flamingo.

And it was eying him with definite hostility.

[generation_bug]

Bumblebee's reconnaissance efforts, carried out with a determination and precision that would have done Prowl credit, had so far yielded several interesting results. According to careful eavesdropping and analysis of this 'Arcadia User's Guide,' this city (and possibly the rest of the planet) really was devoid of sentient life, save for wandering bands of individuals who were no more native to this place than Bumblebee himself. Most of them hadn't been brought through a teleport accident, though. There were claims, very disturbing claims, about worlds having been destroyed.

Bumblebee had been shocked into idle for a good five milicycles at this. Hundred of vorn of interstellar warfare, not only among the Autobots and Decepticons but among every other kind of lifeform had given Bumblebee a comprehensive education in the kind of collateral damage involved in said interstellar war. But the destruction of a planet, of more than one planet, to the point where there literally was no planet left, that was something out of legend rather