[ti]Ep 3[/ti]You, Me, And a Dust Ball (open)
Jan 1, 2022 0:49:28 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2022 0:49:28 GMT -5
Week 3 / day 5
Under the noon sun, a rather peculiar looking vehicle sat in the middle of the street. It’s mocha-brown paint job was not particularly attention-grabbing, however, the same could not be said for it's construction. Not quite motorcycle, and not quite car, it certainly looked a bit out of place amongst the automobiles that surrounded it. It’s driver, however, was less remarkable. She appeared to be an average looking older teenage girl, sporting a casual outfit with a subtle western flair.
A helmet laid in the empty seat opposite to her, which she planned to throw back on as soon as she started moving again. It was a necessity to make her true self’s performance more convincing. Most humans, after all, weren’t very good at looking undisturbed when driving at high speeds without a facial covering in vehicles that fully exposed them to the elements. There was also the fact that her particular alt mode of choice supposedly required it’s occupants to legally wear the aforementioned coverings for safety reasons. It made sense, she surmised. There were probably plenty of ways one of the little squishy things that populated this planet driving something so open without protection could end in disaster.
…Ah, driving. If only she could be driving. Letting out a quiet sigh, she eyed the light overhead intently. Arrow had never been a fan of traffic on any planet, and Earth was no exception. How long had she been stuck waiting here, again?
If one’s eyes had strayed from the road ahead, they might be able to catch a glimpse of a small jet zipping past in the distance, a decent ways away from where the three wheeler was situated. It’s passing may have grabbed the attention of some, but given it was a non-military model hailing from the “appropriate” country, it was probably unlikely anyone would be particularly disturbed by it’s presence.
::I hate you.:: The internal comm was sent to its recipient with no outward indication of emotion from the slingshot’s holoform. However, something of a scowl passed across the projection’s face upon receiving the response: a very cheeky sounding “I know.” The absolute slagger. She did truly love her brother, but there were times that she wished she could slap him. Watching him sail past in the sky without a care in the world as she was blocked in on all sides by droves of “humans” on the road was one of those situations. Oh well. She’d find a way to make him pay for it later.
::We’re still meeting up at the coordinates you sent me, right? I should be there in about fifteen kliks, assuming I can ever get out of here.:: She continued to converse with the party on the other side of the line, unbeknownst to those around her.
::But nah, I ain’t found anything yet. I know gettin’ stuck isn’t what either of us wanted, but at this point, I don't know if we're ever gonna make it out of this place.::
Because they were alone. Right? She didn’t want to give up hope, but she was starting to assume they were well and truly stranded. They’d hadn’t seen even one sign of a space bridge or Cybertronian life in their stay on this odd little dust ball of a planet- just human vehicles. Human vehicles…that had been a very strange thing to become accustomed to. Thankfully, however, Arrow was a quick learner, and was able to piece together that they were non-living machines before she had a chance to reveal herself to the dominant native species and create more problems for the two of them.
She found herself lost in thought. So lost, in fact, that she didn’t notice the light had finally switched over for a good couple of seconds. Upon making this discovery, however, she was off, guiding her holoform to quickly throw on her helmet before following the directions her internal GPS had laid out for her.
::On my way.::
Under the noon sun, a rather peculiar looking vehicle sat in the middle of the street. It’s mocha-brown paint job was not particularly attention-grabbing, however, the same could not be said for it's construction. Not quite motorcycle, and not quite car, it certainly looked a bit out of place amongst the automobiles that surrounded it. It’s driver, however, was less remarkable. She appeared to be an average looking older teenage girl, sporting a casual outfit with a subtle western flair.
A helmet laid in the empty seat opposite to her, which she planned to throw back on as soon as she started moving again. It was a necessity to make her true self’s performance more convincing. Most humans, after all, weren’t very good at looking undisturbed when driving at high speeds without a facial covering in vehicles that fully exposed them to the elements. There was also the fact that her particular alt mode of choice supposedly required it’s occupants to legally wear the aforementioned coverings for safety reasons. It made sense, she surmised. There were probably plenty of ways one of the little squishy things that populated this planet driving something so open without protection could end in disaster.
…Ah, driving. If only she could be driving. Letting out a quiet sigh, she eyed the light overhead intently. Arrow had never been a fan of traffic on any planet, and Earth was no exception. How long had she been stuck waiting here, again?
If one’s eyes had strayed from the road ahead, they might be able to catch a glimpse of a small jet zipping past in the distance, a decent ways away from where the three wheeler was situated. It’s passing may have grabbed the attention of some, but given it was a non-military model hailing from the “appropriate” country, it was probably unlikely anyone would be particularly disturbed by it’s presence.
::I hate you.:: The internal comm was sent to its recipient with no outward indication of emotion from the slingshot’s holoform. However, something of a scowl passed across the projection’s face upon receiving the response: a very cheeky sounding “I know.” The absolute slagger. She did truly love her brother, but there were times that she wished she could slap him. Watching him sail past in the sky without a care in the world as she was blocked in on all sides by droves of “humans” on the road was one of those situations. Oh well. She’d find a way to make him pay for it later.
::We’re still meeting up at the coordinates you sent me, right? I should be there in about fifteen kliks, assuming I can ever get out of here.:: She continued to converse with the party on the other side of the line, unbeknownst to those around her.
::But nah, I ain’t found anything yet. I know gettin’ stuck isn’t what either of us wanted, but at this point, I don't know if we're ever gonna make it out of this place.::
Because they were alone. Right? She didn’t want to give up hope, but she was starting to assume they were well and truly stranded. They’d hadn’t seen even one sign of a space bridge or Cybertronian life in their stay on this odd little dust ball of a planet- just human vehicles. Human vehicles…that had been a very strange thing to become accustomed to. Thankfully, however, Arrow was a quick learner, and was able to piece together that they were non-living machines before she had a chance to reveal herself to the dominant native species and create more problems for the two of them.
She found herself lost in thought. So lost, in fact, that she didn’t notice the light had finally switched over for a good couple of seconds. Upon making this discovery, however, she was off, guiding her holoform to quickly throw on her helmet before following the directions her internal GPS had laid out for her.
::On my way.::