[open]

[theuserabides]

who: theuserabides, powerofgod, open to others
what: Basically I am just getting Flynn out of the damn house. Also action 'cause I can't brain prose right now.
where: Anywhere hospitable (aka, not a glacier, a lava field, a festering swamp, the Junkyard...) within a few minutes stroll of a teleporter. Flynn set his wearable to choose at random from the teleporter network

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Deserted area of Zone 2/Hawking, near the library

[sweetrims]

[The area seemed perfectly deserted when he arrived. Despite the fact that those on the station seemed well-versed in alien life and even Cybertronians themselves, old habits were hard to break and he did not transform until he was sure he was alone.

Still, it appeared to be all for naught, for as expected, the library had been seeking was not scaled for someone of his size. He'd tear the doors off trying to get inside. The wearable was full of a mass of information, but he was sure it did not contain everything. He needed to know more about this place, and going to a library was the natural next step.

Sighing, he sat down on the steps outside the place, running his scanners, hoping for an open connection to the place. Maybe they were good enough to offer their data through downloads as well.

...And if not, he could always try to hack the system.]

[theuserabides]

[Flynn looks up.

Way up.

That sure is a giant robot.]

...Hello.

[sweetrims]

[Optimus jerks a bit in his seat on the stairs. Had he really been that distracted, or was the human just that quiet? Hesitantly, he nods down at the human.]

Ah. Greetings.

[theuserabides]

[Flynn chuckles. Usually "greetings" is his line.

No but seriously, do you know you're a giant robot?]

Am I interrupting?

random quiet area in the residential zones

[hisoldgirl]

[the TARDIS is just chilling in a corner somewhere, her doors open as she analyses the atmospheric compound in this section of the station. there's a soft glow emanating from inside her console room, stretching along the station floor for a good five feet or so, the hum of her engines audible if subtle

anyone who happens by is welcome to come right on in]

[theuserabides]

[Well, that's kind of out of place. Wrong era entirely.

Naturally Flynn goes right up to the humming blue phone booth.]

Hello?

[He knocks on the doorframe and sticks his head in.]

[hisoldgirl]

[there's no real response. at least not initially. no one welcomes him or says hi, though the light dims a little, the hum of the engines going quieter, then kicking up as though it's suddenly expending a lot of energy. the air is considerably cooler than outside, as well, though it warms slightly near the door

a moment later, a voice filters through the sound system, metallic and quiet]

Hello, Kevin Flynn.

[theuserabides]

[That voice.

Thinkinnnnnnnnnnnnng...]

TARDIS?