First it was a closet, now it's an entire building... someone needs to give CS Lewis a talking to.

[he_who_dares]

[Bay'verse Capt. Graham]There are bad dreams. Everyone has those, and they've all seemed to range from the mundane - for example, Nan loses her teeth in the loo, and the plumber won't come for some strange reason, or can't, and all of a sudden the entire system backs up, and then you realize you're in trouble - to the absolutely extraordinary, like

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[micronguard]

[Have a robot that is slightly smaller than you look at you.] This place. is to be called Nexus-ville.

[Said robot has no faction symbol.]

[he_who_dares]

*He stiffens, whirling to scowl at the sudden apparition, one hand resting lightly on the butt of his sidearm; angles himself semi-away from it, as far as he can make out it's neither here nor there as far as factions go*

Nexusville? Say again?

[micronguard]

[A nod.]Mixing of Dimensions. Many in one place. Stable, but odd. [Shrugs.]

My name is Safeguard. I am not enemy. [Cos he sees how you are acting. :( ]

[he_who_dares]

*tilts his head, giving the mech - Safeguard - a sidelong look, eventually moving his hand away from his weapon to rest on his hip instead, wary but no longer threatened. Graham nods, studying the figure's unfamiliar lines... words like 'dimensions' and 'mixing' flicker in his brain, good lord, not quite his forte.*

'Odd', indeed. Name's Graham. How... many, exactly? And is there somewhere we can get to shelter?

[ravynfyre]

G1 Perceptor

The large red scientist is wandering past, studying an odd, irridescent crystal he is holding in one hand. He pauses, though, as he listens to the soldier's musing.

"You are not dreaming now, I can assure you of that," he replies with a small shrug. "Although none who have been brought here yet have determined by what mechanism or for what purpose we have been transported here. Humans, Autobots, Decepticons, and from a wide variety of realities which have no contact with one another prior to this event, that any have determined."

[he_who_dares]

*glances up as another mech goes by, he has a moment to be quietly amused that looking up is so much the norm that eye-level with a mech is suddenly strange - this time, a red, rather blockier one - and having Safeguard's information confirmed, is at once comforting and disturbing. He's really getting more lost by the moment.*

That - that's good, I suppose. Thank you.

[ravynfyre]

G1 Perceptor

"Insofar that it is an explanation at all, I suppose your assessment is correct," Perceptor replies, crouching down so that he does not loom so much. "However incomplete that explanation is at the moment."

"My name is Perceptor. Do you require assistance? I know there are other humans who have arrived and procured housing arrangements for themselves. Additionally, I have some medical equipment at my laboratory, if you require medical care?"

[he_who_dares]

*he nods, trying out the unfamiliar name, studying the unfamiliar mech*

Perceptor. Good to meet you. I... I'll be good, I reckon... *he rolls a shoulder* It's nothing serious. More interested in finding out things. Now, you mentioned humans, how many exactly are there? And how many of you - how many Cybertronians, I should say, are here?

[limewelder]

bv Ratchet

Seems to be un-noticed, sitting in the street in alt mode, as the human limps past

Are you injured?

[he_who_dares]

*blinks in surprise, turning to face the familiar voice. The Hummer might be a bright eye-burning chartreuse, but he's amazingly invisible for all that*

Ratchet?

*rakes his fingers through short hair, scrubbing at the back of his neck as he limps over to the Hummer*

Bugger it all, Ratchet, I'll live, but what in the name of God's going on?

[limewelder]

Swings open a door and invites the man to sit

Multiverse... apparently...
a few mechs who were dead being alive again.
Y'know, just another days work

[he_who_dares]

*reaches out to pat the Hummer's flank out of habit as he approaches, sagging gratefully against the medic; 'dead', 'alive', the implications of that sink in as he rubs at his leg, prodding here and there. Oww. Still hurts. Graham snorts, managing to find some amusement in Ratchet's familiar sarcasm*

That still doesn't explain much of anything at all, old chap. So what exactly am I going to have to brace myself for, everything that went down in Egypt suddenly turning up?

[quidamling]

[Bayverse Lennox]

*Semi-regular wander through Nexusville, lalala, same old. Haven't found Drunk Sam, haven't stumbled on some new confused 'Con... good things. Oh look, someone in fatigues.

Wait, Holy shit! someone familiar in fatigues. Lennox hurries over.*

Captain? Shit, Graham! *Ranger is too much elated and worried to really gel well into one expression*

How long have you been here? *he claps and squeezes his shoulder, looking the other man over for obvious injuries* Damn, I hope you haven't been stuck over night here alone. Are you alright?

[he_who_dares]

*familiar voice is familiar, his head goes up, squinting at the figure...*

My God, Major - Major Lennox!

*straightens automatically, the grin tugs at his mouth as he returns the gesture with a hearty slap, gripping the Major's shoulder for a moment.*

God Almighty, it's good to see you. Approximately an hour - conscious - give or take. *he drops his head, shaking it, then raises his eyes to Lennox* I can't say for sure, Major. Last I know, my unit was engaged in a skirmish, abandoned warehouse. Stray shot took out some of the supports, ground opens up, next thing I know? * he stands back, spreads his arms, then lets them fall to his side* Here I stand.

[quidamling]

[Bayverse Lennox]

*chuckles, patting the other NEST op. on the arm before he lowers his own* Well, at least it means I haven't been utterly forgotten. Shit, it's nice to see another person over legal drinking age... other than Simmons.

As dumb as it sounds, Captain, your story's about on par with most of the entrances here.

Didn't take a hit or anything? There's everything a mech needs in triplicate, but... We're more than a little lacking on human medical supplies in this joint. *he twists his lips apologetically*

[limewelder]

Grumbles good natured-ly about "no one ever even ASKING him about medical supplies"